Lyrical Day Tripper (715 hits)
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Submitted by Flash Harry (View user info) at 2008-05-12 06:25:38 EDT
Part 1
I stumbled through a thicket of pink petals and soft leaves, hoping to recognise a path that would lead me home. It seemed as though I had been wandering for hours. I blamed that fool Jojo, whose strong Californian grass had curbed my natural wariness and allowed me to drift from the only path I was familiar with.
Pleased to be out in the open once again, I stopped and gazed around. In front of me lay a landscape of brilliant colour, filled with short, fat apple trees and cool pools of baby blue water. Not far off, surrounded by white and orange tulips that grew to the height of my waist lay a friendly-faced fellow, dressed in brown suede shoes, long, loose trousers and a yellow shirt with an over-sized collar. Impressive sideburns framed his rosy cheeks, and he flashed a thin-lipped smile in my direction. I brushed myself down and picked a path through the pleasant garden towards him.
"Evening, friend," was his greeting from the cool shade of a stubby tree.
"Hello," I replied to this curious chap. "This might sound odd, but I'm completely lost. You don't happen to know where we are, do you?"
He gazed at me for a moment, deep in thought. "We're in the Strawberry Fields," he finally sighed. "Don't worry, nothing is real. There's nothing to get hungabout."
Hungabout? "Well, I'd really like to find my way home. How do I get out?"
He chuckled through narrow nostrils, and perched on one elbow. "Friend, the Strawberry Fields go on forever."
I hunkered down next to him, frustrated. "No they don't. They can't go on forever, otherwise how did I come to be here in the first place? I haven't always been here."
He reclined and stared into the distance, past the turquoise-feathered pigeons that gathered by a small wooden fence. "Living is easy with eyes closed," he mused. "You, friend, have been misunderstanding all you see. I know how you feel. It's getting hard to be someone, but in the end it all works out. Anyway," he lay back, stretched and closed his eyes. "It doesn't matter much to me."
"Well it matters to me!" I retorted with some disappointment. "I just want to go home. I don't know, perhaps this is all just a dream."
He remained perfectly still. "You would know if it was a dream," he asserted, cocking a bushy eyebrow towards me. "I guess you could go see the Fool on the Hill. He knows everything, but never gives an answer. He might be able to help."
I shook my head in wonder at this cryptic, lanky man. "Well, which hill is he on?" I snapped, weary of his games.
"Don't ask me. Ask the Sun, she'll tell you." And with that, the purple-trousered man fell asleep in the shade of the apple trees.
With the smell of apples and flowers in my nose, I trotted down a little mound in the direction of the Sun. As I got closer, the glare calmed and I could stand to stare straight into the globe which hung low above a series of sloping hills in the distance. I slowed, and then stopped completely, as my eyes adjusted to be able to see the Sun quite clearly.
The pale face of a young girl hovered in the sky, in the spot where the blinding Sun had been. Her lips spread in a wide, smiling arc as my jaw dropped. She regarded me through enormous, sapphire eyes from which thick lashes curled alluringly. Her long, brown hair cascaded in waves, covering her ears, held gently in place with a cream band. She raised her eyebrows and twitched her nostrils mischievously.
"Well?" she asked in a voice dripping with syrup. "Are you just gonna stare at me, little darling? I'll be setting soon, you know."
I took a few steps toward her, looming overhead like a decorative saucer on the wall. I ran my hands though my hair and wondered; had the Sun always been a talking girl? I had forgotten, by now, that nothing was real.
I swallowed hard. "I'm trying to get home. You must be able to see for miles around from up there. What's the quickest way to leave?"
She shook her head, and as she did so the shadows danced on the trees and rocks around me. "That's not for me to answer," she mocked. "That's not what you're supposed to ask."
"Fine. I'm looking for the Fool on the Hill. Do you know where I could find him?"
"Oh, yeah," she giggled. "I see him everyday, when I go down for the night. He watches me going down. Hell be on the hill, of course, as he is day after day. Fool's Hill. Follow me, and I shall lead you to him."
"Follow you?"
"Follow me."
The Sun began setting, slowly but visibly. Her pale chin dipped beneath the horizon, and she smiled sweetly, encouraging me. With little other choice, I set off at a brisk pace. I grabbed shiny red apples from the trees as I passed them, and splashed my face in the cold water that gathered in perfect mirrors between egg-shaped boulders.
As I walked, the glow grew less pleasant and the shadows around me became gradually longer. The Sun sang sweetly all the while, the same words over and over in a bewitching melody, and before long I found myself joining in. At first I mouthed the words quietly, but encouragement from her dancing eyes and pink lips led me to join in, comfortable that there were none within earshot but the dawdling Sun.
One day you'll look to see I've gone,
For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun.
Some day you'll know I was the one,
But tomorrow may rain so I'll follow the sun...
Just as my feet grew exhausted, the Sun interrupted our tune. By now, only her eyes were visible above the horizon, and she pointed with them as she spoke.
"Well, little darling, there you are. That is Fool's Hill there, underneath my left nostril. You will find the Fool there, of course, day after day."
"Thank you," I called out. "Shall I see you tomorrow?"
"Well, that will depend on the Sun King. If the rain comes, little darling, they run and hide their heads..."
On that suggestion she swiftly ducked out of view, leaving the Strawberry Fields in a silvery darkness. Silence descended over the land like a blanket. For a moment, the calm was absolute; and then a harmonious whistle drifted softly to my ears. Somewhere in the shadows there was a lone blackbird, singing in the dead of night.
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-11-19 07:05:54 EST (#)
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When I was eleven I sang 'Michelle' to my childhood girlfriend in the playground. I learned the French parts and everything. She kissed me on the cheek.
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2008-11-19 06:56:31 EST (#)
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this post gives me female wood!
i love the beatles so much.
my childhood sweetheart from down the street always sang me the long and winding road and said we would end up growing old together someday.
i hope he hurries up and gets here cause i'm getting old :D
Submitted by loveinbrevity (user info) at 2008-07-21 11:20:08 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-05-19 13:38:18 EDT (#)
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How did I miss this gem?
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-05-19 12:03:11 EDT (#)
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-13 04:19:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-12 22:26:11 BST (#)
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*pukes*
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*holds back hair*
(I told you not to drink the last of that Babycham!)
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2008-05-13 02:08:36 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-05-12 17:39:55 EDT (#)
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If you don't like The Beatles you can kiss my ass.
You kinda had to be there to see what they did to music, which was more than anyone else at the time.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-12 17:26:11 EDT (#)
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*pukes*
My work here is done!
Submitted by TechnoRatty (user info) at 2008-05-12 16:42:06 EDT (#)
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Paul Weller (You're The Best Thing ) = School Trip to Millport = First Snog ( no fingering!!) & First Cig (Just managed to quit 4 months ago!!) aye life is a cunt!!
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2008-05-12 11:22:30 EDT (#)
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I don't like the Beatles, and my sanity has never been in question.
I really find it amusing when people have little spats about whose taste is better. Christ they are all drugged up twats a lot of the time pretending there is more meaning in their little ditties than there actually is.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-12 11:21:58 EDT (#)
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The only thing Toshi likes in the world is ripping people off.
Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-12 09:02:11 EDT (#)
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If we all liked the same things it would be a very dull world.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-12 08:24:03 EDT (#)
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When there is so much love for something, there will inevitably be some hate.
Without discord there can be no harmony, and all that.
I adore the Beatles, and seriously question the sanity of anybody who doesn't, but then if we all liked the same things then the world would be a duller place.
Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-12 08:13:20 EDT (#)
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*Weller
Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-12 08:05:44 EDT (#)
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I really dislike the Beatles, innovative maybe but certainly the most fucking boring band ever.
Wellar is a twat but then again so are most musicians.
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:56:46 EDT (#)
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Very nice lover! Beatles blasting out as we speak.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:29:13 EDT (#)
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I have this problem where I'm quite enjoying a song, or even an album of his, for a good few tracks, but then I remember how much of a fucking toss bag he is and the experience is spoiled. Irritating, but then so are Mods.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:27:36 EDT (#)
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ah... you are in fact correct. Paul Weller IS a fucking wanker.
Paul Wellers music is full of awesomley goodness though.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:26:17 EDT (#)
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Paul Weller is a fucking wanker. Sorry, but it's true.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:25:38 EDT (#)
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Hurty, Paul Weller is a god.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:21:23 EDT (#)
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The Jam? What the fuck?
The Who > The Beatles > Mod Cunts
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:13:56 EDT (#)
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:09:24 EDT (#)
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There's quite a lot not taken from lyrics but from Beatles-inspired artwork and my own imagination.
But if you don't like it that's cool, you don't have to.
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Top man, we agree to disagree.
'Tune in next week for our live broadcasted love fest'
Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:12:14 EDT (#)
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And the Beatles? Please. The Jam, The Who, sure but not the beatles.
Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:11:09 EDT (#)
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I thought you had used a smilar idea before, I could be very wrong.
Cant see the point of doing a part 2 though.
Write your own material, you have talent, this piece doesn't.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:09:24 EDT (#)
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There's quite a lot not taken from lyrics but from Beatles-inspired artwork and my own imagination.
But if you don't like it that's cool, you don't have to.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-12 07:08:04 EDT (#)
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I really don't see how copying Beatles lyrics (word for word) or characters from their songs is in any way insightful or entertaining.
But then I AM a miserable sod at times... I think that because I don't like Mondays, I don't like, I don't like Mondays ... I'm gonna shoot-oo-oo-oot, the whole day down
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-12 06:52:59 EDT (#)
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That's what I thought. This is cooler than it's being given credit for I think.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-12 06:50:19 EDT (#)
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I think you should stop trying these, once is clever, now you are being pretentious.
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Dude this is the first time I have written anything like this.
So this one's clever but Part 2 will be pretentious? I'm confused.
Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-12 06:43:55 EDT (#)
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I think you should stop trying these, once is clever, now you are being pretentious.
As Beano says, we could just listen to the songs.
I admire the general principle but this appeared rushed and lazy.
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2008-05-12 06:37:23 EDT (#)
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Mean Mr Mustard says...
I might just as well have listened to Magical Mystery Tour and Abbey Road
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-12 06:31:12 EDT (#)
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I'm not a big Beatles fan, but this was pretty cool.