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Rating: Digging through some rusty gears in my memory, I must have been 9 or 10 years old, while I was glued in front of the countless falls of Wile E. Coyote, I was disturbed by a paternal order for a sudden change of plan. I had to record a cartoon being aired on the second channel. And I also had to watch it. No possibility of appeal. The defeat from the start allowed me to exhale the last puff of disapproval. I loaded the expensive TDK 120 cassette into the very slow Philips two-head VCR and awaited the platoon. I would have never imagined being sentenced to a better fate. That cartoon was "Yellow Submarine".
At the end of that wonderful and delirious whirlwind of sounds and colors, the request to learn something about the Beatles, these unknowns, was spontaneous. Calmly, my creator slid his right index finger over the vast collection of 33 records compressed in the old worm-eaten cherry wardrobe. Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Platters, Rolling Stones...and from the depths of his youth emerged two double LPs, one red and one blue. These are two monuments! Summarized but monumental. Make peace with it!
The old Lesa, a great navigator, had already plowed thousands of kilometers in vinyl. The only thing missing was my trial run with those four English boys who would enter my family records. The worn needle resumed navigating, producing that lovely sonic jerk upon contact with the anthracite sea of the record. A harmonica plays, sweet, playful, a very simple, jovial verse, naively repeated. A necessary interlude not to nag, and again the verse praising that love which I could not yet have imagined. Short declarations, extremely subtle but of devastating power, against the current. In a year and a half, those four boys raised on pills in the brothels of Hamburg would shake the entire planet from Europe to the United States, where even His Majesty Bob Dylan would bow. That romantic love, maybe even syrupy, managed to enchant the hearts of millions of young people exacerbated by the war-mongering filth of the stars-and-stripes power.
Another side. Yet another year later. Something else is in the air. Nothing to take away from love, but there is also the fatigue after a hard day, the existential problems, the drugs, albeit treated with skillful lightness, the tenderness that a loving heart can unleash and the wonder that, thank God, did not become just a plate of scrambled eggs. They would never have been so indigestible. How many times have I crowned my heart with thorns listening to it over and over, when those frivolous love stories born on school benches ended forever. How much I hurt myself.
And then, those allusions to prostitution in exchange for a diamond ring or a car to drive, those lighter drugs consumed in Norwegian wood rooms devoid of chairs. And only four months have passed. I don't know how to explain it. But how do they change so quickly? To invent, emancipate themselves, break through the sound barrier multiple times between non-existent men and graceful women, memories of a life never forgotten and poor dead souls, pierced by a string quartet, on the plinths of a church with a handful of stolen rice. And that magical, amusing, formidable yellow submarine, amidst the laughter of the drunk founder and the chorus of millions of children calling. And of fans.
Until the next, more wonderful, lightning bolt...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Please Please Me (02:03)
Last night I said these words to my girl,
I know you never even try, girl,
C'mon...
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you.
You don't need me to show the way, love.
Why do I always have to say "love,"
C'mon...
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you.
I don't wanna sound complainin',
But you know there's always rain in my heart (in my heart).
I do all the pleasin' with you, it's so hard to reason
With you, whoah yeah, why do you make me blue.
Last night I said these words to my girl,
I know you never even try, girl,
C'mon...
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you.
05 I Want to Hold Your Hand (02:27)
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh, please say to me
You'll let me be your man
And, please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that, my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide
Yeah, you got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that, my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide
Yeah, you got that something
I think you'll understand
When I feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
11 I Feel Fine (02:20)
Baby's good to me you know
She's happy as can be, you know
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
Baby says she's mine, you know
she tells me all the time, you now
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
I'm so glad that she's my little girl
She's so glad she's telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so
She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm
Baby says she's mine, you know
she tells me all the time, you now
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
I'm so glad that she's my little girl
She's so glad she's telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so
She's in love with me and I feel fine
She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm
12 Ticket to Ride (03:11)
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, Yeah
The girl that's driving me mad is going away
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
She said that living with me is bringing her down, yeah
For she would never be free when I was around
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
I don't know why she's riding so high
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbye
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, Yeah
The girl that's driving me mad is going away, yeah, oh
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
I don't know why she's riding so high
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbye
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
She said that living with me is bringing her down, yeah
For she would never be free when I was around
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
13 Yesterday (02:05)
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it look as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly
Why she had to go
I don't know, she wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Why she had to go
I don't know, she wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
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By enbar77
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