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now they're frightened of leaving it
everyone's weaving it
In another world
In another world
We could Stand on top of the mountain
With our flag unfurled
In a time to come
In a time to come
We will be dancing to the beat played
On a different drum
âWhen we sang together,â Lennon told Mintz in one of their conversations, âPaul and I would share the same microphone. Iâd be close enough to kiss him. Back then, I didnât wear me specs onstage â Brian Epstein said they made me look old. So weâd be playing these concerts, in front of thousands of people, but the only thing I could see was Paulâs face. He was always there next to me â I could always feel his presence. Itâs what I remember most about those concerts.â
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That's my favorite...
It did turn out to be culture after all. Didnât it?
He wasnât kidding with that question, but no - you were just a good little band.
Changed the world with that good little band.
What if this is the last image that flashes through my mind when I die?
PAUL MCCARTNEYÂ on the rooftop of 3 Savile Row, ahead of the Beatlesâ final live performance ; January 30, 1969.
He canât be real.
 Brian and Paul plays a game of cards during the Philippines leg of the Beatlesâ final world tour, 3rd-5th July 1966.Â
(Photos by Robert Whitaker/Getty Images)
This is the kind of thinking that only tumblr delivers.
The transition in Paul's attitude from 66' to 67' freaks me out a little and I think should be talked about more. In 66' he's full on ready for independence and spouting off in magazines like ''I'm my own person, I want to grow up, do my own thing, maybe only work with the Beatles when we feel the need to'' etc. Contrast that to 67' and he's full-blown May Queen from Midsommar "Leaving? Why would you say that?? I'm staying forever and ever and ever with the Beatles, financially handcuffing ourselves to each other just feels good y'know, so what if I'm psychically fused with John whats the big deal?" enmeshed. Sure he's got Jane but even she leaves partially because Paul's first and foremost part of the four-headed monster.
Like Paul, what happened??? Did they lock you in a room clockwork orange style with a shit ton of LSD and the Beatles cartoon? Did John sneak into your room at night and start playing a menacing arrangement of the Beach Boys at a subliminal frequency? Did you get spooked by independence and taxes and run back to the loving embrace of the emotional polycule? It frankly makes the LSD peer pressure thing come across as vaguely sinister/j.
The Beatles don't get enough credit for being the weird microcosm of in-group/out-group pack mentality behaviour that those little freaks were. Seriously, it should be studied.
Top tier Paul McCartney photo.
Abbey Road studios, 1974, photographed by Linda McCartney