John Lennon is like a father to me
'cause I lost my original one.
I got a “Let It Be” album for free
and became its illegitimate son.
Like John I'm a motherless child -
godless, homeless, nevertheless
I grew up to be easily beguiled.
I have a magic pillow to confess
under it I erected a temple of books.
I wake up with a mouthful of words
which make me bleed like hooks
but they are better than bare thoughts.
Am I Maggie Mae?
Am I Mr. Kite or Sgt. Pepper's chorus?
On a nice, sunny English day
I am just the Walrus.

@музыка: The Beatles - Across The Universe

@настроение: sleepy & sad.

@темы: The Beatles, стихоплетение