"With music, you can do anything, even go on a merry-go-round." That's what the ticket seller said before letting you enter the yellow submarine.
"And what song is on the other side?" "Eleanor Rigby"
"Eleanor who?"
And anyway: there was a very small gentleman and a very tall one.
The very tall gentleman spoke to the very small one.
The very small gentleman said: "Thank you for talking to me."
"Dad, why did that gentleman thank you?"
"Because there are people with whom no one ever talks."
That was the first time I saw loneliness. The real kind, not the kind of the cool kids.
Then there was Grandma Bruna. Dressed in rags, every morning she opened her office, and her office was a bench where she spread papers, old magazines, and books taken from who knows where.
Then she would take a box full of colors and fill all the pages with doodles.
It was serious work. And from that work, she occasionally lifted her eyes to smile, but no one picked up her smile.
That was the second time I saw loneliness. The real kind, not the kind of the bored ones.
Well, back then I didn’t know, but there's a song for Grandma Bruna and also for that very small gentleman. And it talks about a woman who collects rice from the church after a wedding and a priest who mends his socks at night. In short, two people like Grandma Bruna and the very small gentleman.
In that song, there are violins descending from the sky and blowing away human sorrow.
And there's a melody of those that sometimes came to Mr. Paul...
Imagine, as a child, it made me think of two people holding hands, but it was quite the opposite. Maybe that’s why I sometimes imagine Grandma Bruna and that very small gentleman together, doodling, chatting, and smiling.
Anyway, that song is "Eleanor Rigby," the other side of the yellow submarine. And I think it's beautiful that these two little masterpieces began their journey together.
Ah, Eleanor Rigby is the one who collected the rice at the exit of the church.
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Yellow Submarine (02:41)
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
'Till we found a sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
(Full speed ahead Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead
Full speed ahead it is, Sgt.
Cut the cable, drop the cable
Aye, Sir, aye
Captain, captain)
As we live a life of ease
Every one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
02 Eleanor Rigby (02:07)
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 the face that 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 (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong
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