"The Dead Beatle"

It seems I’m not through with Paul yet. I’ve been thinking of him so much I  dug out the interview he gave to The New Yorker in ’07, just before the debut of Memory Almost Full in which he spoke about the amazement he feels when he looks back on his life:"There were four people in the Beatles and I was one of them. There were two people in the Lennon-McCartney songwriting team and I was one of them. I mean right there that’s enough for anyone’s life.  There was one guy who wrote ‘Yesterday’ and I was him. One guy who wrote ‘Let it Be,’  ‘Fool on the Hill,” ‘Lady Madonna' – and I was him too. all of these things would be enough for anyone’s life so to be involved in all of them is pretty surprising. And you have to pinch yourself."Well I have to pinch myself too, but more to keep back the tears as I read and listen. They were so gifted, all of them, such wonderful songwriters, Paul and John, though neither could read or write music. They were each just 15 when they met and George was even younger when Paul noticed him on the school bus with his Presley-like hairdo. Turned out the kid could play the guitar like nobody’s business. And then came Ringo and the rest was history.It’s six days now since I saw him in Boston. He’ll be in Atlanta soon. But he’s right here now in this song “The End of the End” about the day he dies. It comes with more great photos and also his best mate’s tune “Isolation.” Words below the clip this time too. Once again, get out your hankies.

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At the end of the endIt's the start of a journeyTo a much better placeAnd this wasn't badSo a much better placewould have to be specialNo need to be sad

On the day that I die I'd like jokes to be toldAnd stories of old to be rolled out like carpetsThat children have played onAnd laid on while listening to stories of old

At the end of the endIt's the start of a journeyTo a much better placeAnd a much better placeWould have to be specialNo reason to cry

On the day that I die I'd like bells to be rungAnd songs that were sung to be hung out like blanketsThat lovers have played onAnd laid on while listening to songs that were sung

At the end of the endIt's the start of a journeyTo a much better placeAnd a much better placeWould have to be specialNo reason to cryNo need to be sadAt the end of the end