There was a time I was happy in my life
There was time I believed I'd live forever
There was a time that I prayed to Jesus Christ
There was a time I had a mother it was nice
Nobody else would ever take the place of you
Nobody else could do the things that you could do
No one else I guess could hurt me like you did
I didn't understand I was just a kid
Oh mother why aren't you here with me
No one else saw the things that you could see
I'm trying hard to dry my tears
Yes father you know I'm not so free
I got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
I got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
There was a time I was happy in my life
There was time I believed I'd live forever
There was a time that I prayed to Jesus Christ
There was a time I had a mother it was nice
Oh mother why aren't you here with me
No one else saw the things that you could see
I'm trying hard to dry my tears
Yes father you know I'm not so free
I got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
I got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
My mother died when I was five
And all I did was sit and cry
I cried and cried and cried all day
Until the neighbours went away
They couldn't take my loneliness
I couldn't take their phoniness
My father had to go to work
I used to think he was a jerk
I didn't know his heart was broken
And not another word was spoken
He became a shadow of
The father I was dreaming of
I made a vow that I would never need another person ever
Turned my heart into a cage a victim of a kind of rage
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
I've got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I've got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
I got to give it up
Find someone to love me
I got to let it go
Find someone that I can care for
Find someone that I can care for
Find someone that I can care for
I got to give it up
I got to give it up
I got to give it up
I got to give it up
I got to give it up
I got to give it up
I got to let it go
I got to give it up
Oh mother
Oh father
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
I gotta give it up
O prioritetai man pastaruoju metu yra nauji leidimai. Dar kitas dalykas, kad naujos grupės dažnai jau nebepateikia nieko įdomaus man. Ar bent nesilygina su savo "pirmtakais", kad norėtųsi į juos gilintis.
Nauji atradimai lieka tikrai paskutinėje vietoje ir praktiškai pamirštami. Kartais tik, jeigu pagal asociaciją su kita grupe atrandu, perklausau kokias kelias dainas, ir dažnai tuo ir pasibaigia, nes reikia grįžti prie prioritetų.
Tai panaši dilema ir man. Mano JAU mėgstamos grupės kepa kūrybą tempais, kurie man žiauriai per dideli, o čia dar naujas grupes atradinėti. Dažniausiai pas mane atradimai dabar būna "nes Spotify algoritmas išmetė", o ne intentional prisėdimai prie kažko
Nes pasirodo, juose gali slėptis įdomių, netikėtų dalykų. Pvz., netyčia atradau vieną bitlų dainą, nuo kurios užsikabinau, ir paaiškėjo visas Yellow Submarine albumas įdomus. Bet kur čia spėsi perklausyt, kai tiek naujų reikia peržvelgti...
Tai niekas netrukdo. Nėra ir labai didelė diskografija studijinių albumų. O man vis dar reikia normaliai perklausyti visus klasikinius, kurių gal nei vieno albumo normaliai taip ir neperklausiau. Bitlai, Rolling Stones, Kinks...
Man reiktų kažkada pradėt santykius su Wings. Visuomet Wings turėjau omeny kaip mane labiau dominantį projektą negu patys bitlai, bet vis kažkur kitur dėmesys nukrypsta. Bet neabejoju, jog Wings kataloge rasčiau nemažai ką sau artimo.
Kažin ar uždėjus šauktuką pavadinime pasitaisytų. Nes šauktukas ir turėtų būti pagal viską. O gal jis buvo išimtas su priežastim... Hm, įdomus mistinis detektyvas.
Šitas yra labai geras, made my day Įdomu tai, kad tikroje albumo nuorodoje yra brūkšnelis prieš "Help". Toks jausmas, kad kažkas bandė taisyti šitą situaciją ir nesugalvojo nieko geriau kaip įterpti brūkšniuką Arba labai keistas netyčiukas.