Happy Birthday John, you are missed
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Happy Birthday John, you are missed
A new JOHN LENNON song could be published from beyond the grave – 30 years after his death.
The lyrics to the song Tell Her Now were penned by the murdered Beatle in the 1960s, but no music was ever written to go with them.
Now it has been revealed his son JULIAN is working on a project to write music for the song and to publish it.
The lyrics are part of a private collection which Julian accquired after his father was killed on December 8 1980.
The song consists of two verses and a chorus:
"Little girl I've come to stay
"And this time I just have to say
"I love you
"If she turns you down and you're rejected
"Try again the best you can
"Call to see her when you're least expected
"Tell her now she'll understand."
Julian said: "I don't believe the lyrics have been used anywhere.
"If the time was right, if it felt right, then I would consider looking at the lyrics and maybe trying to work with them and write something.
"But obviously only in honour of Dad. I guess in some respect it would be like coming home."
It is not known exactly when John penned the lyrics.
However if they date from 1966 the girl he speaks of could be YOKO ONO as John met her for the first time in November that year.
The lyrics are on display at the Beatles Story in Liverpool as part of a new exhibition, White Feather: The Spirit of Lennon.
By BECI WOOD
A New York exhibit centered around the life of John Lennon will feature a paper bag filled with the late singer's bloody clothes from the day of his death.
The exhibit also includes handwritten lyrics, guitars, the piano from his apartment, a pair of “his trademark wire-rimmed glasses,” and letters recounting his battle against deportation in the 70s.
Widow Yoko Ono, who said she feared “criticism” for the exhibit, also said, “I know it's a kind of a sad and very poignant kind of paradox, I think, that he loved this place so much and this where he was killed.”
God is a concept,
By which we can measure,
Our pain,
I'll say it again,
God is a concept,
By which we can measure,
Our pain,
I don't believe in magic,
I don't believe in I-ching,
I don't believe in bible,
I don't believe in tarot,
I don't believe in Hitler,
I don't believe in Jesus,
I don't believe in Kennedy,
I don't believe in Buddha,
I don't believe in mantra,
I don't believe in Gita,
I don't believe in yoga,
I don't believe in kings,
I don't believe in Elvis,
I don't believe in Zimmerman,
I don't believe in Beatles,
I just believe in me,
Yoko and me,
And that's reality.
The dream is over,
What can I say?
The dream is over,
Yesterday,
I was dreamweaver,
But now I'm reborn,
I was the walrus,
But now I'm John,
And so dear friends,
You just have to carry on,
The dream is over”
John Lennon
Last night at around 10 minutes past midnight (it had just turned Dec 8th), I drove to 72nd street, corner of Central Park west to the Dakota building. There was NO ONE around, not even a guard. I sat in my car blasting Hide your love away, feeling eeire- thinking this is the same spot John Lennon was shot in 1980. Imagining that horrible scene gives you a nasty chill, especially when you are at the scene of the crime. Then an overwhelming feeling of sadness comes over you. Hard to describe, you just have to visit the place to FEEL what I mean.
Every year on Dec 8th Beatles fans gather in Strawberry Fields to sing Beatles and John Lennon songs. I got there around 7 pm at night, it was naturally dark and FREEZING BEYOND belief (20 degrees fahrenheit/-1 celcius) AND it was windy as FOOK.
The bitter weather didn't stop the vigil. Every one sings along to the 5 or 6 guitarist who were in the middle of the circle they formed around the Imagine mosaic. I went alone, didn't know anyone there- and just sang along with everyone, as you do. It felt SO NICE to be around other Beatle fans. SO FUCKING AWESOME.
It was extremely difficult to get a picture or get anywhere close to the middle.. so many swarmed around it.. I had to stand on tippie-toes and take these pictures (not a place to get even slightly pushy so you just wait and try)
Not sure how long the guitarists were all there, but I could only take an hour of the brutal cold. My toes were frozen solid and I had a hard time walking back to my car as my toes would not bend anymore; I looked like marching soldier the way I was walking, lol, trying to avoid bending icy toes out of fear they would have snapped in two lol. Only hardcore Beatles freaks were there, you could tell. Everyone knew every word to every song and people were even making the electric guitar notes in 'Something'
When I left they were in the middle of 'Let it be'. No sign of Yoko this year. She did come out to the vigil in 2005 though.
After the vigil I went to an amazing wine bar and met some wonderful new friends. You just never know who you will meet in this city. Then I met up with Jonesy and we went and did some karaoke. I sang "Helter Skelter" as my Beatles tune for the night. I wore a Beatles shirt too to show love. John Lennon; gone but never, ever forgotten. Mark David Chapman – may you rot in hell.
This is Strawberry Fields in NYC, thanks to Yoko.
The city that never sleeps, for people who never sleep ( like me).
When you are in Central Park, you forget you are in the middle of the chaos. Like a marriage, take the good with the bad or just leave quietly.
Lovin' life again
Dr. Dot
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