Hello, Goodbye,
April 10, 1970 seems as if it was only yesterday. It was a day in the life… misery… I thought I’ll cry instead, like dreamers do… perhaps it was the day the music died, or was it just a stop on a magical mystery tour? As a nowhere-man in first-year high school at the end of 20th century’s fastest decade I, like a fool on the hill, cried help! And turned to something the others were listening to, looking here, there and everywhere hoping for a little help from my friends but it only felt like a helter skelter – but you can’t do that, going round and round like a revolution when I needed to slow down. Over the years, tastes and styles changed as I traveled the long and winding road. I thought that it was getting better but in the end but I want to tell you that I know a secret, it’s on the tip of my tongue, that by Christmas time I will be flying. But wait! I said to myself! We can work it out through these hard days nights even if I’m so tired, so don’t pass me by, don’t make me cry baby cry- that means a lot to me. I’ve got a feeling there’s no point in asking what next, because tomorrow never knows. Now I feel fine and glad all over because I should have known better, in spite of all the danger, to doubt not a second time the quality of the music and instead let it be.
The end.
Good Night.
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Dear Prudence,
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Can You can tell us What You're Doing to Tell What You See, Any Time at All was to who won the competition?
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Signed,
Nowhere Man
Hello, Goodbye,
April 10, 1970 seems as if it was only yesterday. It was a day in the life… misery… I thought I’ll cry instead, like dreamers do… perhaps it was the day the music died, or was it just a stop on a magical mystery tour? As a nowhere-man in first-year high school at the end of 20th century’s fastest decade I, like a fool on the hill, cried help! And turned to something the others were listening to, looking here, there and everywhere hoping for a little help from my friends but it only felt like a helter skelter – but you can’t do that, going round and round like a revolution when I needed to slow down. Over the years, tastes and styles changed as I traveled the long and winding road. I thought that it was getting better but in the end but I want to tell you that I know a secret, it’s on the tip of my tongue, that by Christmas time I will be flying. But wait! I said to myself! We can work it out through these hard days nights even if I’m so tired, so don’t pass me by, don’t make me cry baby cry- that means a lot to me. I’ve got a feeling there’s no point in asking what next, because tomorrow never knows. Now I feel fine and glad all over because I should have known better, in spite of all the danger, to doubt not a second time the quality of the music and instead let it be.
The end.
Good Night.
p.s. I love you