Birthday

Birthday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjF1bG5LUcs

You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
 
Yes we're going to a party, party
Yes we're going to a party, party 
Yes we're going to a party, party 

I would like you to dance - Birthday
Take a cha-cha-chance - Birthday
I would like you to dance - Birthday
Dance

Yoy say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too - yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you. 

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Birthday foi feita inteiramente pelo Paul, quando estiveram na Índia, após a morte do Brian Epstein. Ao retornarem, a proposta de John era que fizessem cada qual um trabalho individual e depois em grupo. Uma experiência a mais, entre a vida de experiências que eram os Beatles.
Em 9 de outubro, Paul apresentou uma nova música, desconhecida de John, para que ele apreciasse, participasse e fizesse então a parte dele. Foi o seu presente de aniversário naquele ano.
Paul, antes de amigo e parceiro, era fã incondicional do John. 

Gimme some truth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlzrNKN3rZI

Gimme some truth

I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope

Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of reading things
by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

Love

Love


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GmVajkqLNU

Love is real, real is love

Love is feeling, feeling love

Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love

Love is reaching, reaching love

Love is asking to be loved

Love is you

You and me

Love is knowing

We can be

Love is free, free is love

Love is living, living love

Love is needing to be loved

Nutopia

Declaration of Nutopia

We announce the birth of a conceptual country, NUTOPIA.

Citizenship of the country can be obtained  by declaration of your awareness of NUTOPIA.

NUTOPIA has no land, no bounderies, no passports, only people.

NUTOPIA has no laws other than cosmic.

All people of NUTOPIA are ambassadors of the country.

As two ambassadors of NUTOPIA, we ask for diplomatic immunity and recognition in the United Nations of our country and its people.

John Ono Lennon

Nutopian Embassy
One White Street
New York, New York 10013
April 1st, 1973

 

Beatlis

Ao trocar um "e" por um "a" e criar os Beatles, John Lennon parece que tirou um tijolinho da base e fez desmoronar essa nossa imensa Torre de Babel chamada civilização.
Incrédulos pensam que apenas um tijolinho fora de ordem não consegue provocar a implosão de uma cultura multimilenar. Atribuem o argumento como sendo o raciocínio de algum fanático.


Os Beatles foram um sopro de vida. Uma epifania. Ao tocar esse modorrento espírito, deram-lhe então, vida. A fagulha de criatividade, verdadeiro espírito santo. Sua imagem e semelhança.

Com esse DNA incorporado transformei-me em um transgênico. Como num certificado de autenticidade, o DNA adiante, com a imagem e semelhança: Beatlis. Com "l". A musa que me conduz ao Paraíso. Qual a Beatrice, de Dante. O Carinho, a Vaidade e a Vida.

Notícias do elo perdido

Tive a fortuna de ser testemunha ocular de um tempo conturbado e maravilhoso, a década de 60. Passada, as coisas nunca mais seriam as mesmas. Hoje cada qual conta a sua maneira, suas conveniências e intenções. Vou então contar da minha. Sem conveniências ou intenções, posto que não as tenho. A intenção é apenas escrever, tal e qual.