To soothe all my babes (including me and you)

Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
to my island.

Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island.
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me.

Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neathe heaven's sea.

Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
from me.

Piece of cake for hu hu

Well, Paul, this's for remembrance of the joy you've spread all over this minor world with a great sense of yours that came to be ours.

Good thing, thank you!

Nice to sing and dance as well..., babes!



Too Many People
Paul McCartney



Too Many People Going Underground
Too Many Reaching For A Piece Of Cake
Too Many People Pulled And Pushed Around
Too Many Waiting For That Lucky Break

That Was Your First Mistake
You Took Your Lucky Break And Broke It In Two
Now What Can Be Done For You
You Broke It In Two

Too Many People Sharing Party Lines
Too Many People Never Sleeping Late
Too Many People Paying Parking Fines
Too Many Hungry People Losing Weight

That Was Your First Mistake
You Took Your Lucky Break And Broke It In Two
Now What Can Be Done For You
You Broke It In Two

Too Many People Preaching Practices
Don't Let Them Tell You What You Wanna Be
Too Many People Holding Back, This Is
Crazy And Maybe It's Not Like Me

That Was Your Last Mistake
I Find My Love Awake And Waiting To Be
Now What Can Be Done For You
She's waiting for me

And came in through the bathroom window

Everybody's got

Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey
Lennon / McCartney

Come on.
Come on.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, let's take it easy.
Come on, let's take it easy.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Everybody's got something to hide,
except for me and my monkey.

The deeper you go,
the higher you fly.
The higher you fly,
the deeper you go.
So, come on.
Come on.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Everybody's got something to hide,
except for me and my monkey.

Your inside is out
when your outside is in.
Your outside it in
when your inside it out.
So, come on.
Come on.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Make it easy.
Make it easy.
Everybody's got something to hide,
except for me and my monkey.

Hey!

Come on...

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