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livefqrever · 6 months
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The Beatles on a Cooking Show
Paul: *Properly demonstrating how to make mashed potatoes*
John: *Sophisticated* "And that dear viewers is how to make toast!"
George: *Pulling out his collection of sprinkles, icing and fondant* "Don't come between a man and his edible cake decorations"
Ringo: *Wearing an apron that says 'cooked with love'* "And what about it?!"
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bonithica · 2 months
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guys where’s that post about the songs the beatles accidentally wrote about lesbians. it was a list with reasons and it had like, norwegian wood, she’s leaving home, lovely rita, ticket to ride, and more
i need it
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watertaxadermy · 6 months
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I believe in deep voice Paul McCartney supremacy. Like his voice in these songs are just so jendinasiksfhanwoxjbs
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From Here, There and Everywhere music video.
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nuninho2000 · 8 months
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Harry Potter characters and moments in Beatles songs :
Harry throughout the 7 books ⏩ "Help!" + " In My Life" + "Julia" + " Let it Be" + " Across The Universe" + " Don't Bother Me" + " Birthday"
Albus Dumbledore life story and love for Gellert Grindelwald ⏩ " You've Got to Hide Your Love Away "
Ron fellings towards Hermione ⏩ " Here There and Everywhere" + " No Reply" + "Lovely Rita" + " We Can Work it Out" + " Run for Your Life"
Remus Lupin throughout his lonely life ⏩ " Nowhere Man"
Sirius remembering his happy days with his friends and love ones ⏩ " Strawberry Fields Forever"
James fellings towards Lily ⏩ " I'm a Loser" + " Something" + " Eight Days a Week"
Bill and Fleur relationship ⏩ " Michelle" + " I Saw Her Standing There" + "Girl"
Hermione fellings for Ron " I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" + " You Won't See Me" + " Think for Yourself" + " If I Needed Someone"
Ginny crush and love towards Harry ⏩ " All My Loving" + " Wait" + " Any Time at All"
Harry love for Ginny and missing her ⏩ " And I Love Her" + " If I Fell" + " I Feel Fine"
Tonks love for Remus ⏩ " Oh! Darling"
James and Sirius friendship ⏩ " Two of Us"
Neville Longbottom ⏩ " Getting Better"
Harry, Ron and Hermione friendship and life in Hogwarts ⏩ " With a Little Help from My Friends" + " A Day in the Life"
Luna Lovegood ⏩ " Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds "
DA formation ⏩ " Revolution"
The Burrow life ⏩ " Good Morning Good Morning" + " God Day Sunshine" + " Here Comes the Sun"
Do you agree? Any suggestions?
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natthatcat17 · 11 months
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I hope I die listening to The Beatles
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aunti-christ-ine · 2 months
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ogwriter22 · 10 months
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Favorite Lyric #6
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ricklondoncartoons · 1 year
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Lost In London? Follow The Beatles by @ricklondoncartoons
Funny Merch with this Beatles #cartoon image! :)
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mydaroga · 2 years
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In case anyone is interested, this is the playlist with notes I made for @strangelock. I cribbed a lot from @inspiteallthedanger so I hope she’ll forgive me. ;)  It’s fairly elementary, just a list of songs and my explanation as to why they should be considered to be songs about or messages to Beatles, by Beatles. Feel free to debate/dispute! And to find your own meanings. 
It started as a little project from me to a friend, so I wrote it not really thinking I’d show it to anyone else. But you know. I forgot who I was.
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The Word The Beatles Say the word and you'll be free Say the word and be like me Say the word I'm thinking of Have you heard the word is love? It's so fine, it's sunshine It's the word, love In the beginning I misunderstood But now I've got it, the word is good Spread the word and you'll be free Spread the word and be like me Spread the word I'm thinking of Have you heard the word is love? It's so fine, it's sunshine It's the word, love Every where I go I hear it said In the good and bad books that I have read Say the word and you'll be free Say the word and be like me Say the word I'm thinking of Have you heard the word is love? It's so fine, it's sunshine It's the word, love Now that I know what I feel must be right I'm here to show everybody the light Give the word a chance to say That the word is just the way It's the word I'm thinking of And the only word is love It's so fine, it's sunshine It's the word, love Say the word love Say the word love Say the word love Say the word love
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livefqrever · 2 years
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The Beatles as Teachers
John: *Chasing after kid who stole his glasses* "WHY'D I HAVE TO GET A DEGREE IN EDUCATION, FU-"
Paul: "Now repeat after me, pining over your history teacher... is NOT the same... as having a personality."
Ringo: "Alright kids now gather round, THIS is how you play the drums." *Begins soloing*
George: *Painting crazily* "Remember, we don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents."
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yourcoffeeguru · 2 years
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All My Loving The Beatles 1963 Sheet Music // autradingpost - shop
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watertaxadermy · 5 months
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Not me being in the top .3% 😭
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uno-nessuno-100000 · 2 years
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Rice and broken dreams
A tiny, but noisy church, even in the early morning. The bells ring through the whole town, their feisty sound fills people’s hearts. Just outside the church’s doors, people stand, everyone has a bright smile on their faces. Children that giggle and run all over the place, well-dressed parents and warm-eyed elders. Hand shakes, kisses on cheeks, pats on the shoulders and wide eyed gazes. In the middle of the crowd stands a man, with black trousers and jacket, pristine, perfectly ironed white shirt, tie tight at his neck, brand new shoes and flowers in his little pocket. His hand is holding the one of a woman, her white dress and shiny hair barely covered by a long veil, she is lifting the hem of her long skirt with her free hand so that she won’t trip. Their radiant faces show such emotion, for their two souls are now bonded for eternity. The church is flooded with the bright sunlight, the well-kept garden around it invaded with the colors of spring and its flowers bothered by careful bees flying about. Then, there’s the rice. So, so much rice, in people’s fancy hair, along the brick pathway that leads outside the churchyard, it’s even ended up inside some children’s shoes. Walking through the door, and down the aisle, you can’t help but notice that it’s covered in it too, just like the benches where the guests just a few moments ago have appreciated the ceremony.
While everyone slowly departs with light minds and hearts, to celebrate in the local restaurant; a woman kneels on the cold hard marble, and gathers up the rice with her bare hands. 
In her mind, however, she’s elsewhere. In her mind, she’s the one wearing white. In her dream, she’s surrounded by people with bright faces, and she feels a hand reaching hers. She doesn’t feel the cold floor, because she’s standing proudly among the adoring crowd. She’s aware that these people would do anything for her. They will never let her go, will never do her harm and will never mess with her. She believes she sees people who will never make her feel lonely, and her heart warms at the thought. It’s so easy to be happy in mere fantasies. Deep down, she just needs someone to help her pick up the rice.
The woman finally stands, her aching back and knees protest under her weight. It’s already dark outside, and not one grain of rice is left in the church. The walk home is brief, not more than five minutes, spent wondering about a future that will never come, to distract herself from the passer-bys’ gazes. You always have to show the world your carefree side, if you don’t want pity or malice. Only when she closes the door behind her, she lets the smile slip from her face, the muscles in her cheeks finally relax and she closes her eyes for a second, reassured by her home’s familiar scent. It’s easier, here, living in illusions. It’s so simple to imagine someone by her side when she wakes up in the morning or when she goes to bed. Someone to share the lonely nights with and to keep her entertained. Someone who could actually eat in the extra seat at the table she sets every lunch and dinner, to attempt to get rid of the melancholy. 
Despite her desperate desire for company, she still observes the outside world from her closed window that shows the main town street, to try and catch a glimpse of a life she’ll never live. Despite all this, she’s always got a smile and a timid greeting for the people who look at her from behind the glass.
In the meantime, in the house right next to the church, a priest sits straight at a table, with a blank page lying in front of him and a pencil in his hand as he tries to focus. He tries to come up with useless words for the people of the village the next morning. But we all know that it’s pointless to speak with someone who won’t listen. Sighing, the man stands up, and humming a little tune goes back into his room, where he starts darning the socks that had built up on his bed. It’s the dead of night, and he still doesn’t know what he will say tomorrow during his sermon. And he doesn’t care at all. 
Some days later, everyone who enters the church can notice in the shadows a woman’s outline. If you try to get her attention, she will not react. Some rice grains still lie at her feet.
It’s never easy, for a priest, to hold a funeral. It’s heartbreaking to soothe those who lost an important part of their lives. Sometimes, though, there’s no need to comfort anyone, because there’s no one who needs comfort. 
Father Mckenzie, wiping absentmindedly the dirt from his hands with a handkerchief, walks away from the lonely tombstone. In memory of Eleanor Rigby, says the bare grave. She left behind just rice and broken dreams.
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qupritsuvwix · 4 months
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