treeduck Posted September 27, 2013 Share Posted September 27, 2013 (edited) That Pub in Lambeth I. In the Abbey I am John;I am Paul.I am George.Ringo is not in my tree. Look at me;I'm a Beatle.I'm George Martin;nothing to get hung about. The studio doors have just been opened,and they're open very wide.engineers all around meand Paul has been here all night again. Just one song I recognize,the one where John plays guitar lead.it was bloody easythough, dead simple and ripped off from Jerry Reed . Now my eyes are drawn towardthe studio in the east.Fascinates and captivates;Did we go to India yet? The studio roof opens at sunrisewe'll play up there till tonight,bursting forth with rocky tunes ,the roof has fuckingg floodlights. Living one long studio session,and no touring makes John a dull boy.I've never seen diamonds in the sky glowor Lucy and strawberry fields are blue. I do not know if George will be up by dusk.I live from take to take.I don't live to keep Paul in weedI'm off to that pub in Lambeth. II. Dickheads and Ninnyhammers Rin-go!Work(it out), no!give, live!all you need is, Love!Stay or fight, Yoko's right?Listen to Linda! III. No One At the Bar Cringing back to consciousness,the dampness grips my skin.The room is pitching violently,and full of shrieking women. Beerspray blurs my vision.John spills it walking by so fast.Save me a drink of cider says Paul .I'm splashed, helpless, at the bar. Remembering when first I helda drink in my own hands,I took a sip so eagerlyand sailed for distant lands. But now the drink's too heavy.And I just don't understand,why must Paul and George desert me?fucck I need to join a new band! Call out for one more beerand there's no one there to pour.Shout out for some service herebut no one comes through the door Dry throat suffocation?or is the barmaids footstep near.Scream out bloody frustrationbut no one's there to hear. IV. Panatella The whiteness of the Beatles album coveris unfolding in my mind.I stare around the studio toilet in wonder.Have I left my beer behind? I catch the scent of cigarsAnd turn my head, surprised.My gaze is caught and held and Iam helpless, mesmerized. Panatella, cuban haze.Oh, let me touch that familiar packet.smoke falls around meand I cough as my lungs heave. Music is the meaning of my life?I prefer cigars to Paul's granny tunes.Penny Lane, Ob-la-Di and Maxwell'sSilver Hammer don't let me hear them soon Beatles lost our unity,a curse for ev'ry year.John's lyrics promise meboredom through the years. And now I must be gonerecording before the light of dawn. Panatella, tobacco pure.I can't resist your gentle lure.My lungs will lie beside you,and my tickly cough will never leave. V. Black Forest Gateau Another endless day.George's face is grey.Another studio war.John and Paul fight with eyes that shine. Fifty dayswith that shrill Yoko moaning.Long nights,I'm going out of my mind. Ringo has left the bandah well there's a cast of forty-three.drummers,to my mem'ry,who are ten times better than he. Give me back my drum kit.He said to Paul, c'mon give.It's just one song it doesn't matter.There's not much more to do on that one,anyway Paul said, Ringo doesn't want to live. Another f***ing studio dawn.eating gateau it's almost gone.Another doubtful year.Abbey Road is not so clear. Ringo's backno one notices at first,in the endwe act cheerful, f***ing Yoko. VI. The Pub Look at the rest of them lying,through their teeth, Here Comes the Sun is George's.See the steps John couldn't make it upwithout help from the other two. Hear the arguments reverberatingIn my head I need this beer.Fucck, my head is poundingthe album isn't even halfway finished. For now at least I'm back once morein this pub in Lambeth.I'm tired of all that singing,I'm tired of Yoko's breath. Many days end here,and the beer tastes the same.That bathroom Window song is just too much to handle,John thinks that Linda's to blame. The key, the end, the answer,strip them of their women.otherwise it's all confusion,well it is to my eyes. Though I've reached the end of this post;it's really not the end.Like old Geoff back in the studio,I'll be going there again. I'm not sure which Beatle I am.I am Paul?.I am George?.I am Yoko? John?.I'm George Martin.I'm a part of this band.forever, oh godam I the drummer from 1960? Pete Best. No.Still, I am. Edited September 27, 2013 by treeduck 9 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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ShlappinDahBass Posted September 27, 2013 Share Posted September 27, 2013 This...this just happened. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greyfriar Posted September 27, 2013 Share Posted September 27, 2013 http://i1253.photobucket.com/albums/hh597/greyfriar2112/joint.gif Hilarious. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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treeduck Posted September 27, 2013 Author Share Posted September 27, 2013 Thank you my RUSHIE pals! :notworthy: :notworthy: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hobo73 Posted September 28, 2013 Share Posted September 28, 2013 you are DAMN talented!!!! good job, friend!!! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GeddysMullet Posted September 28, 2013 Share Posted September 28, 2013 :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: Ducky, you're insane. I like that in a person! ;) :cheers: 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted September 28, 2013 Author Share Posted September 28, 2013 :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: Ducky, you're insane. I like that in a person! ;) :cheers: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LedRush Posted September 28, 2013 Share Posted September 28, 2013 :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: :rfl: Ducky, you're insane. I like that in a person! ;) :cheers: :smoke: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted September 28, 2013 Author Share Posted September 28, 2013 Pssst this thread is the alternative to the Are Rush Better Than The Beatles thread... :martini: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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losingit2k Posted September 29, 2013 Share Posted September 29, 2013 That Pub in Lambeth I. In the Abbey I am John;I am Paul.I am George.Ringo is not in my tree. Look at me;I'm a Beatle.I'm George Martin;nothing to get hung about. The studio doors have just been opened,and they're open very wide.engineers all around meand Paul has been here all night again. Just one song I recognize,the one where John plays guitar lead.it was bloody easythough, dead simple and ripped off from Jerry Reed . Now my eyes are drawn towardthe studio in the east.Fascinates and captivates;Did we go to India yet? The studio roof opens at sunrisewe'll play up there till tonight,bursting forth with rocky tunes ,the roof has fuckingg floodlights. Living one long studio session,and no touring makes John a dull boy.I've never seen diamonds in the sky glowor Lucy and strawberry fields are blue. I do not know if George will be up by dusk.I live from take to take.I don't live to keep Paul in weedI'm off to that pub in Lambeth. II. Dickheads and Ninnyhammers Rin-go!Work(it out), no!give, live!all you need is, Love!Stay or fight, Yoko's right?Listen to Linda! III. No One At the Bar Cringing back to consciousness,the dampness grips my skin.The room is pitching violently,and full of shrieking women. Beerspray blurs my vision.John spills it walking by so fast.Save me a drink of cider says Paul .I'm splashed, helpless, at the bar. Remembering when first I helda drink in my own hands,I took a sip so eagerlyand sailed for distant lands. But now the drink's too heavy.And I just don't understand,why must Paul and George desert me?fucck I need to join a new band! Call out for one more beerand there's no one there to pour.Shout out for some service herebut no one comes through the door Dry throat suffocation?or is the barmaids footstep near.Scream out bloody frustrationbut no one's there to hear. IV. Panatella The whiteness of the Beatles album coveris unfolding in my mind.I stare around the studio toilet in wonder.Have I left my beer behind? I catch the scent of cigarsAnd turn my head, surprised.My gaze is caught and held and Iam helpless, mesmerized. Panatella, cuban haze.Oh, let me touch that familiar packet.smoke falls around meand I cough as my lungs heave. Music is the meaning of my life?I prefer cigars to Paul's granny tunes.Penny Lane, Ob-la-Di and Maxwell'sSilver Hammer don't let me hear them soon Beatles lost our unity,a curse for ev'ry year.John's lyrics promise meboredom through the years. And now I must be gonerecording before the light of dawn. Panatella, tobacco pure.I can't resist your gentle lure.My lungs will lie beside you,and my tickly cough will never leave. V. Black Forest Gateau Another endless day.George's face is grey.Another studio war.John and Paul fight with eyes that shine. Fifty dayswith that shrill Yoko moaning.Long nights,I'm going out of my mind. Ringo has left the bandah well there's a cast of forty-three.drummers,to my mem'ry,who are ten times better than he. Give me back my drum kit.He said to Paul, c'mon give.It's just one song it doesn't matter.There's not much more to do on that one,anyway Paul said, Ringo doesn't want to live. Another f***ing studio dawn.eating gateau it's almost gone.Another doubtful year.Abbey Road is not so clear. Ringo's backno one notices at first,in the endwe act cheerful, f***ing Yoko. VI. The Pub Look at the rest of them lying,through their teeth, Here Comes the Sun is George's.See the steps John couldn't make it upwithout help from the other two. Hear the arguments reverberatingIn my head I need this beer.Fucck, my head is poundingthe album isn't even halfway finished. For now at least I'm back once morein this pub in Lambeth.I'm tired of all that singing,I'm tired of Yoko's breath. Many days end here,and the beer tastes the same.That bathroom Window song is just too much to handle,John thinks that Linda's to blame. The key, the end, the answer,strip them of their women.otherwise it's all confusion,well it is to my eyes. Though I've reached the end of this post;it's really not the end.Like old Geoff back in the studio,I'll be going there again. I'm not sure which Beatle I am.I am Paul?.I am George?.I am Yoko? John?.I'm George Martin.I'm a part of this band.forever, oh godam I the drummer from 1960? Pete Best. No.Still, I am.Bravo! Pretty Amazing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted September 29, 2013 Author Share Posted September 29, 2013 That Pub in Lambeth I. In the Abbey I am John;I am Paul.I am George.Ringo is not in my tree. Look at me;I'm a Beatle.I'm George Martin;nothing to get hung about. The studio doors have just been opened,and they're open very wide.engineers all around meand Paul has been here all night again. Just one song I recognize,the one where John plays guitar lead.it was bloody easythough, dead simple and ripped off from Jerry Reed . Now my eyes are drawn towardthe studio in the east.Fascinates and captivates;Did we go to India yet? The studio roof opens at sunrisewe'll play up there till tonight,bursting forth with rocky tunes ,the roof has fuckingg floodlights. Living one long studio session,and no touring makes John a dull boy.I've never seen diamonds in the sky glowor Lucy and strawberry fields are blue. I do not know if George will be up by dusk.I live from take to take.I don't live to keep Paul in weedI'm off to that pub in Lambeth. II. Dickheads and Ninnyhammers Rin-go!Work(it out), no!give, live!all you need is, Love!Stay or fight, Yoko's right?Listen to Linda! III. No One At the Bar Cringing back to consciousness,the dampness grips my skin.The room is pitching violently,and full of shrieking women. Beerspray blurs my vision.John spills it walking by so fast.Save me a drink of cider says Paul .I'm splashed, helpless, at the bar. Remembering when first I helda drink in my own hands,I took a sip so eagerlyand sailed for distant lands. But now the drink's too heavy.And I just don't understand,why must Paul and George desert me?fucck I need to join a new band! Call out for one more beerand there's no one there to pour.Shout out for some service herebut no one comes through the door Dry throat suffocation?or is the barmaids footstep near.Scream out bloody frustrationbut no one's there to hear. IV. Panatella The whiteness of the Beatles album coveris unfolding in my mind.I stare around the studio toilet in wonder.Have I left my beer behind? I catch the scent of cigarsAnd turn my head, surprised.My gaze is caught and held and Iam helpless, mesmerized. Panatella, cuban haze.Oh, let me touch that familiar packet.smoke falls around meand I cough as my lungs heave. Music is the meaning of my life?I prefer cigars to Paul's granny tunes.Penny Lane, Ob-la-Di and Maxwell'sSilver Hammer don't let me hear them soon Beatles lost our unity,a curse for ev'ry year.John's lyrics promise meboredom through the years. And now I must be gonerecording before the light of dawn. Panatella, tobacco pure.I can't resist your gentle lure.My lungs will lie beside you,and my tickly cough will never leave. V. Black Forest Gateau Another endless day.George's face is grey.Another studio war.John and Paul fight with eyes that shine. Fifty dayswith that shrill Yoko moaning.Long nights,I'm going out of my mind. Ringo has left the bandah well there's a cast of forty-three.drummers,to my mem'ry,who are ten times better than he. Give me back my drum kit.He said to Paul, c'mon give.It's just one song it doesn't matter.There's not much more to do on that one,anyway Paul said, Ringo doesn't want to live. Another f***ing studio dawn.eating gateau it's almost gone.Another doubtful year.Abbey Road is not so clear. Ringo's backno one notices at first,in the endwe act cheerful, f***ing Yoko. VI. The Pub Look at the rest of them lying,through their teeth, Here Comes the Sun is George's.See the steps John couldn't make it upwithout help from the other two. Hear the arguments reverberatingIn my head I need this beer.Fucck, my head is poundingthe album isn't even halfway finished. For now at least I'm back once morein this pub in Lambeth.I'm tired of all that singing,I'm tired of Yoko's breath. Many days end here,and the beer tastes the same.That bathroom Window song is just too much to handle,John thinks that Linda's to blame. The key, the end, the answer,strip them of their women.otherwise it's all confusion,well it is to my eyes. Though I've reached the end of this post;it's really not the end.Like old Geoff back in the studio,I'll be going there again. I'm not sure which Beatle I am.I am Paul?.I am George?.I am Yoko? John?.I'm George Martin.I'm a part of this band.forever, oh godam I the drummer from 1960? Pete Best. No.Still, I am.Bravo! Pretty Amazing! :cheers: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bluefunk Posted September 30, 2013 Share Posted September 30, 2013 :smoke: :clap: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Del_Duio Posted September 30, 2013 Share Posted September 30, 2013 "Ringo has left the bandah well there's a cast of forty-three.drummers,to my mem'ry,who are ten times better than he." Hahahaha! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted October 1, 2013 Author Share Posted October 1, 2013 I was singing this version in the bath earlier in Ringo's voice! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CygnusGal Posted October 1, 2013 Share Posted October 1, 2013 An excellent rendition, treeduck! Wonderful!http://www.thescifiworld.net/img/smilies/galactica/cylon/cylon_newanime006.gif 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted October 1, 2013 Author Share Posted October 1, 2013 An excellent rendition, treeduck! Wonderful!http://www.thescifiworld.net/img/smilies/galactica/cylon/cylon_newanime006.gif :smoke: :hi: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted October 4, 2013 Author Share Posted October 4, 2013 Who in the Beatles is the equivalent of Geddy? Ringo? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greyfriar Posted October 4, 2013 Share Posted October 4, 2013 Who in the Beatles is the equivalent of Geddy? Ringo? Yoko Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JohnnyBlaze Posted October 4, 2013 Share Posted October 4, 2013 Pssst this thread is the alternative to the Are Rush Better Than The Beatles thread... :martini:Coincidentally, I made a post in that thread about 2 weeks ago that had a line from Tom Sawyer and A Day In The Life. But this thread goes way beyond that and any psychiatric evaluation Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted October 4, 2013 Author Share Posted October 4, 2013 Pssst this thread is the alternative to the Are Rush Better Than The Beatles thread... :martini:Coincidentally, I made a post in that thread about 2 weeks ago that had a line from Tom Sawyer and A Day In The Life. But this thread goes way beyond that and any psychiatric evaluation :smoke: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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