Thursday, September 3, 2009

REVOLVER

Bobby pantomimed, “What're you listening to?”.

Not for the first time in all those years,

Roop seemed to be far away.

Roop paused the CD player with a smile

And replied,

As though revealing a secret, “The Beatles”.

“Never heard of 'em”, Bobby said;

Half out of contempt

“Oh, then you've got to hear this song. It'll change your life”.

Bobby put the earphones on,

As though it were a beauty crown.

And then everything happened.

Within the space of a pop song....

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I want to tell you___________Singer___________________I never say but I so want to

My head is filled with____George Harrison___________touch your hair, kiss your neck,

Things to say________Album- Revolver(1966)_______undo your two top collar buttons

When you're near_______THE BEATLES_____It's one pm and I'm imagining you naked

All those words___________Roop asked_______Something in the way you infuriate me

They seem to slip away____”Isn't it cool?”_____________________________I love that

When I get near you_______Bobby said___________________________And your gaze

My head begins to_____”What're you saying?________That burns my face occasionally

Drag me down_________I don't understand”____I've never met anybody as basic as you

It's all right_____________”It's all right”____________But do you also have a secret life

I'll tell you maybe______Roop used to think_________That you go back to every night?

Next time around________that 'Revolver'_________________________I'm embarrassed

Sometimes I wish_____was the Beatles' best_____Bobby, you probably didn't even know

I knew you well__________And I agree_______That I followed you home last Thursday

Then I could____________Track Length:______________________________I shot you

Speak my mind____________02m:27s__________With my concealed camera for a year

And tell you________________Bass:_________________I saved your white paper cups

Maybe you'd understand___Paul McCartney______________With smeared crimson rims

I want to tell you___________Guitar:______________I love it that you let me touch you

I feel hung up____________John Lennon______________Somehow that also scares me

And I don't know why_______Drums:____________________Wet dreams I don't reveal

I don't mind______________Ringo Starr_____In my deliberate brushes against your arm

I could wait forever_____Track succeeded by:_____________________I want to tell you

I've got time___________'She said, she said'______________________Maybe tomorrow

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Then just like that,

Roop walked out of the room

And Bobby's right index finger

Approached the 'play' button

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