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Homage to Sir Paul

Now that you're older, dyeing your hair,
Many years from then.
Yes, we'll still be sending you a valentine.
Birthday greetings, bottles of wine.
If you drop by at quarter to three,
We won't lock the door.

Yes, we'll still need you,
Yes we'll still feed you
Now you're sixty-four.

We're all older, too.
And if you say the word, we'll be there for you.


If you ask nicely, we won't refuse
Now your wife has gone.
We can knit you sweaters by the fireside
Sing along to "Ticket To Ride."
Back in the garden, smoking some weed,
Who could ask for more?
Yes, we'll still need you,
Yes we'll still feed you
Now you're sixty-four.

Every time you tour we'll buy our tickets each and every night
if it's not too dear.
We shall scrimp and save.
Go with kids on our knee,
Hoping they'll behave.

We'll send out postcards, drop you a line
Stating point of view.
Indicating everything we'd like to say
Wishing you a Happy Birthday.
Here is our answer, a filled-in form,
Yours forevermore.
Yes, we'll still need you,
Yes we'll still feed you
Now you're sixty-four!

(Whoo!)

Comments

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puppetmaker40
Jun. 18th, 2006 04:57 pm (UTC)
That is brill. Jest Brill.
scyllacat
Jun. 18th, 2006 10:06 pm (UTC)
Can't find a downside to this! *waves*
notgruntled
Jun. 19th, 2006 01:12 am (UTC)
Well-written. Nicely done. And dead-on with the meter, which isn't easy to do. I have no issues with the writing, but one with the sentiment.

I hate to be the pissing-in-the-punchbowl guy who says this, but Sir Paul jumped the shark a long time ago.

I'll forgive craptacular songs like "Say Say Say," "The Girl is Mine" and "Ebony and Ivory." More recently, "Freedom," which is less annoying than that goddamned Lee Greenwood song only because right-wingers have been playing it for twenty fewer years.

Just like I'll forgive Stevie Wonder for "I Just Called ..." and Billy Joel for "We Didn't Start the Fire." There was such greatness there once that I'll let midlife laziness slide, as if William Faulkner wrote shlock screenplays (which he did) or Robert Frost wrote Hallmark cards (which as far as I know, he didn't).

I forgive you, Paul, and I still love you. But I'm not rushing out to buy albums or tickets until you do something good again. I know you have it in you. Smoke a joint and plan a tour with Neil Young and Bob Dylan. Invite Elvis Costello along. Hell, bring Yoko if it would shake things up.

Now THAT, I'd pay to see. Now that you're newly-again-single, Sir Paul, you have some time on your hands and probably a t least a little bitterness. Bring that. Rock and roll isn't supposed to be cute. Somewhere in you, there's still a working-class Liverpudlian kid screaming to get out. Let him scream.
wonderbink
Jun. 19th, 2006 02:51 am (UTC)
Well, I just felt a need to counteract the whole he's-getting-divorced-so-I-guess-the-answer-is-no-tee-hee-hee that was swirling around the blogosphere. He may not have a wife anymore, but he still has a devoted fanbase who will happily need him and feed him. (Besides, if Linda had lived, chances are she'd still have been with him.)

I saw him play live a couple of tours ago and had a fantastic time. I wanted to go the last time he was in town but it sold out in 1.2 microseconds.

It should be interesting to see what kind of songs come out of this turn of events in his life.
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