"all the lonely people"

[sergebroom]

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?

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?

When my wife was growing up, she absolutely hated that Beatles song.

Turner Classic Movies had Zorba the Greek on today. They also had it on a few months ago, and I caught the end of it. That had been the first time I had seen any part of the movie in almost 40 years and yet I vividly remembered that scene where an older woman, never accepted by the village even though she moved in decades ago, is on her death bed, alone, and the locals just come in and start stealing everything that had been hers.

Luckily, we aren't either of those lonely people anymore. And when I say luckily, I mean luckily because so many things could have turned out differently and we'd be those people after all. My wife is currently visiting a friend in Indiana. While I am all by myself this week, that's ok because I know I have friends out there.

Comments

Idle curiosity

[starcat-jewel.livejournal.com]

Is "Ella Marigby" a mondegreen, or do you have some particular reason for using it? (The title of the song is "Eleanor Rigby".)

Re: Idle curiosity

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Ah hah! That explains why, within one minute of posting this entry, some reply had shown up that turned out to be spam. The site I had originally gotten the lyrics from had modified them to make them easy to track down. Sneaky, isn't it? Well, I just updated my entry with what I think is much closer to the true lyrics. As for the title, I've always thought of the song as All The Lonely People, not Eleanor Rigby. Kind of a silly reason, I guess. Anyway, thanks for catching the inaccuracy in the lyrics. Oh, the embarassment...

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

So, what do you do with the time alone?

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

You mean, besides plotting world domination?

Let's see. We had people paint some rooms(*) so I spent part of yesterday and today putting the furnitures and the paintings back where they belong. I also did a lot of weeding in the backyard while fighting off very annoying gnats: there were lots of foxtails to yank out before they become dangerous to our four dogs(**). Tore out a section of the house's original flowerbed that was very rotten(***) and replaced it with more of those retaining-wall bricks. Mowed the lawn. Made two trips to the dump.

There's still some weeding to be done even after the foxtail removal, but that'll have to wait. I prepared some changes to Sue's site some time ago and need to implement them, but first I have to reload FileZilla. I hope I don't screw up(****).

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(*) One of the walls was painted in a color called - don't laugh - 'pink nightie'. I kid you not. How my manliness feels threatened... Not. I'd have gone for repainting everything white, but Sue's choices were quite good, especially the pale turquoise of the kitchen area. The house looks much brighter.

(**) Do you know what a dog sounds like when it has a foxtail piercing its eardrum? I hope you don't. It's not pleasant to hear.

(***) No Hamlet jokes, please.

(****) That sound you hear are my knuckles creaking as I firmly cross my fingers.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

It sounds as if you're being kept very busy.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

No rest for the wicked.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I don't think you're wicked, General Zod...

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Not wicked, just plain eeeeevil? I think of myself as misunderstood.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Or overworked?

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Lots to do, yes, but it could be worse. It could be an encore of 2006, when I had to cope with two projects of an infernal nature. Instead of getting an axe to the neck, I get to bleed from a thousand papercuts. Just kidding. It really isn't that bad. Besides, individual projects being small means that they're deployed within a few weeks, not after two years. It's hard to thrive on a sense of accomplishment with those epic projects.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I can understand that. Big projects never seem to end, and you have to break them down into their component parts to get anywhere.

[miltonthales.livejournal.com]

Cue The Animals (http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/d/dontletmebemisunderstood.shtml).

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

It betrays our old-timer state that we remember when that song was new, eh?

[miltonthales.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. It doesn't hurt that the local PBS station had a pledge drive show on Saturday night called "The British Beat," hosted by Petula Clark.

The most awful thing on there was Lulu, who sang "To Sir With Love" quite well, all things considered, but who had on black hose and hot pants. Shudder.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

To Sir With Love? Isn't that the song that Fragano's students sang to him at the end of the school year?