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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Look At All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Belong? | ||||
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 03-06-2001 @ 4:17 AM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | One of my favs and kinda fits my feelings as of late. Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/Mccartney) Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door, Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear, No-one comes near Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there, What does he care? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came. Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave. No-one was saved. All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?  Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws --Jim Morrison (An American Prayer) This message was edited by GonzoStyle on 3-6-01 @ 4:21 AM | ||||
| Unicron | posted on 03-06-2001 @ 4:47 AM | | |||
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 03-06-2001 @ 4:01 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Unicron have i ever let you know how much i don't like you? Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws --Jim Morrison (An American Prayer) | ||||
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