That was the most cringe-worthy thing I've ever seen. Gah!!!
John Lennon wrote "How Do You Sleep?" around the same time... which was a scathing opinion piece penned to Paul and set to some truly excellent guitar work supplied by George Harrison. The best line, to me, was "That sound you make is Muzak to my ears... you should have learned something in all those years." I will have to start humming something really quick here, or I'm going to be infected by this video all day.
If you turn off the video and just listen, it sounds strangly like Randy Newman.Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you to deserve this assault on my senses?
Sipps, I loved your combination of Yeats + San Fran (of his era, no less) I versed a response. Hoping it is not mind-destroying terrible.Not The Way We Know ItThe cities were once beautifulBut not the way we know it soSo this is what we are toldWe who are young, we who are old.What is life but messinessExhaustedly against we pressThe folds of the unfolding airAnd breathe out an earthly careThe odors of the many thingsFly on microscopic wingsLike a host of fairy-kinAnd stir without, what withinA waking dream unset the dustDesire a motion, will a gustThe dirt is resting everywhereCrust of must this must we shareThe street alive with trouble's wightFear is day, desire is nightBut chance awakes a new detourDistrust mask a special moreAmong the wind's cacophanyRises unwrit symphonyLook not at beauty of the eyesHeed not our daylight's pretty liesNor heed moonshine's false delightStill and stiller is the mightOf the thing which stills the airDrunk desire in virtue shareFor my dreams are paving-stonesBuild they roads and build they homesBuild it high and build it lowBuild it now or long agoA northern light in darkened worldA bow untaut, a scroll unfurledEat the bread of living airFeel the common worldly careAnd tip your hat to passerbySmell of urine, smell of lyeI bit my lip to beauty fullBut not the way we know it so.
As a graduate in the year 1976, I consider this vid a homecoming, of sorts. You had to be there to get it, I guess.We survived the seventies, so that others won't have to relive it.
.... please tell me that was a clip from The Gong Show, and Berry's gong was busted or he was being held down by a gang of ninjas or something..... Eric
Oh no- not this time. I bit on the hideous Russian singer, and the last nightmare dance routine. I'm sadder, but just a little wiser for the experience. I ain't gonna' click that arrow for love or money. Nice try.JWM
I loved it. Wonderful, in an over the top, horrible, rubber-faced sort of a way.
What Teresa said, exactly: It was intentionally hilarious, and brilliantly so. McCartney was fun back then. An absolute master of his craft, with a gift for writing immortal hooks and a genuine sense of fun. The fey goofiness above is a fitting tribute to a Great Man. The hell with Lennon. Lennon was a self-pitying, self-important bore.
No wonder variety shows died, and painfully so.
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