Dienstag, 7. September 2004
eleanor rigby
ein schöner song, ziemlich traurig, aber irgendwie schön... wie gesagt, in letzter zeit hör ich beatles, weiß auch nicht wieso...

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for

All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear, no one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care

All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried
Along with her name, nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave, no one was saved

All the lonely people, where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong

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