The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

18 June 2006

I feel like letting go

When I was younger, still had some hair, many years ago,
Used to like McCartney, even Linda yet;
Every disc they made, I would get.
But that was then, and now this is now,
Don't buy anymore;
Guess I don't need him, really don't heed him,
Now he's sixty-four.

Every month it seemed like there would be another record, really great,
Like Band on the Run,
Now, not once a year;
And if you listen long,
You'll wish John were here.

Venus and Mars are alright tonight, but nobody cares;
Maybe I'm amazed that he's still writing stuff —
Silly love songs? I've had enough.
Get him a girlfriend, find him a Muse,
'Cause he's such a bore;
Guess I don't need him, really don't heed him,
Now he's sixty-four.

(Based on a theme)

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