Face In The Jar By The Door

 A Sad tale, Eleanor Rigby, face in the jar

By the door; all those lonely people

Where do they come from? All you need

Is love, love is all you need! Can’t fool you

Can I? Nothing to get hung about! Hey Jude!

I’m a thief? The words aren’t mine! True. A thief?

No. Sing-Along: Sergeant peppers lonely heart club band;

Sergeant Peppers Lonely. Sergeant Pepper's lonely heart

Club band. Feel decades younger, cleaner, less tainted

Painted in bright cheerful, happy colours; take back your youth

Give a middle finger to all the crap that got in the way; 

I reject you all: your talk of wars, conflict; manufactured

Discredited. Yes, I plead guilty. I’m rhapsodising, remembering

Times gone. A question I want to ask you. If this music, the feelings

Associated with it and the optimism is contained in your collective DNA

Can you imagine that it never happened? 

The music that made our blood pound

Gave us hope, said what we struggled to say

Where would we be? What would we be?

Would we be? Was it all a lovely, melodic dream?

[Led Zeppelin? Deep Purple?] Define melodious!

The big “what if”: No Eleanor Rigby, no Beatles?

No Rolling Stones? Jethro Tull? Cream? CSNY? 

Oh, what a dreadful silence!

What would it have filled with?

Advertising jingles? Political cant?

Give me the music any time!