Thursday Night Open Thread

After the breakup of the Beatles, each of them had their own number one hits as solo artists. The first, and last, was George Harrison. And, George didn’t get writing royalties from either of those.

His (and the former Beatles’) first number one, My Sweet Lord, was involved in a lawsuit that he lost, and the royalties went to the composers of “He’s So Fine.” His final (and former Beatles’ most recent) number one was a cover song written by Rudy Clark, who also wrote (or co-wrote) “It’s in His Kiss (The Shoop Shoop Song)” and “Good Lovin'” (The Young Rascals).


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26 Comments

  1. Huh! I learn something new every day. Up until just this moment, I assumed the song was an original written by Harrison. It fits his style so well that I never even questioned it. And, being the mature singer/songwriter he was, I never questioned my assumption that he’d just make hits out of his own compositions. Thanks for this news. (You say you want a revelation?)

  2. Speaking of ex-Beatles:

    Washington Wheels

    Liberals acting crazy
    Doing what they’re doing
    Well, we gave them all kinds of warnings
    To save them from ruin
    When we all say they’re not okay, well, they look at us kind of strange
    “Surely, you won’t run the harpy now, you’ll no longer play that game?”

    Liberals pay the lazy
    “DREAMers for life!” in case
    Well, they give out all kinds of enticements
    Designed to expand their base
    When we tell them that they’re doing time, and trafficking chattel through the Wall
    “So they’re not so big time; boy, you privileged folks sure have it all!”

    I’m just sitting here watching Unreals go round and round
    I really love to watch the polls
    No longer fighting for the middle of the road
    I just had to let it go

    Ah … liberals asking questions
    Lost in confusion
    When one tells them there was no obstruction
    And no collusion.
    Well, they shake their heads in disbelief as if they’ve lost their minds
    I tell them not to worry, I’ll just wait here to hear what crimes?

    I’m just sitting here watching the deals go round and round
    I really love to watch the polls
    It’s no longer riding on the middle of the road
    They just had to let it go
    They just had to let it go
    They just had to let it go

    • Oppo
      I can hardly express
      My mixed emotions at your cleverness
      Your words are good, and your satire is the best.

      But Oppo
      I will try to express
      My inner feeling and happiness
      For all the lyrics I grew up with; let ’em rest.

      Ooh, well, well
      Don’t let me upset you.
      Know, so well
      That I really do get you.

      Oppo
      I know you understand
      But I’m such a big Beatles fan
      Please remember “In My Life” and “Hold Your Hand”
      Are sacred
      They are close to my heart,
      However distant, they are such a part
      Of my childhood, please don’t tear it all apart

      Ooh, well, well
      Do the things you do
      Ooh, so well
      Don’t let me upset you.

      Well, Oppo
      Please let me explain,
      I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
      So let me tell you again and again and again

      I love them, yeah, yeah
      The song I grew up with.
      When they sing yeah, yeah
      The joy those songs give.
      I love them, yeah, yeah
      Now and forever.
      I love them, yeah, yeah,
      But your songs are clever.
      I love them, yeah, yeah

      • ~ ~ ~ ~ !

        Well well well
        Oh well

        Soundly beaten at my own game! How do you sleep at night?!

        I’m going to read your song again, it’s so perfect.

        Unfortunately for you — and for everyone else — your talent is merely going to embolden me to make more travesties in the future based on songs of his that are not in the mainstream, which I did not think wise, because I suspected so few would recognize them. But one person is apparently the required number to trump “so few,” so — phew.

        • How do you sleep… ???

          Well then …

          You gave me something
          I understand
          You gave me songs by the best band in the land

          How to tell you how I feel
          The lyrics have appeal

          Let me read ’em
          Let me read ’em from you
          Let me read ’em
          Let me read ’em from you

          I want to tell you
          And now’s the time
          I want to tell you that
          Your songs are more than fine

          I can’t tell you how I feel
          My head spins like a wheel

          Let me write some
          Let me write some for you
          Let me write some
          Let me write some for you

          I have told you how I feel
          This song throwdown is real

          Let me write some
          Let me write some for you
          Let me write some
          Let me write some for you

          You gave me something
          I understand
          You gave songs but now the gloves on the other hand

          Can you tell me how you feel
          I tell you your songs are the real deal

          Let me read ’em
          Let me read ’em from you
          Let me read ’em
          Let me read ’em from you

          Seriously, though, love your stuff.

          • Whew!

            You’ve SirPaulsed yourself.

            [That song has such haunting lyrics, baseline, melody, echo, and whatever-else-you-call-it that I can’t think of anything else once I’ve heard it.]

            Yep, “The glove is on the other hand” – as he said to Michael Jackson. And vice versa!

            Thanks, Weird DBYankovic!

  3. I couldn’t resist.
    Hillary Clinton, by the songwriting team of John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Veeshir.

    Ah, look at all the scummy people
    Ah look at all the scummy people

    Hillary Clinton picks up the bribes
    In the world where our enemies live
    Lies like a rug
    Waits at the camera, wearing the mumuu
    That she keeps on a chair by the door
    Who is it for?

    All the scummy people
    Why do they all like her?
    All the scummy people
    When do they go to jail?

    Communist Mueller, writing the words
    Of a lie that no one b’lieves
    Comey comes near
    Looks at him working, damning Don Trump
    In the night when R Maddow is there
    What do we care?

    All the scummy people
    Why do they all like her?
    All the scummy people
    When do they go to jail?

    Ah look at all the scummy people
    Ah look at all the scummy people

    Hillary Clinton, lost in the vote
    And was buried along with her !
    Nobody came
    Communist Mueller wiping the slime
    From his hands as he works on his coup
    No one was fooled

    All the scummy people
    Why do they all like her?
    All the scummy people
    When do they go to jail?

  4. I think I’m gonna be Saud
    I think it’s today
    That girl that’s driving around
    Is going away

    She’s got a Tikrit to raid
    She’s got a Tikrit to raid
    She’s got a Tikrit to raid
    But she’s not CAIR!

    She said that living with Medes
    Was bringing her down
    And she would never be free
    While I was around

    Oh…
    She’s got a Tikrit to raid
    She’s got a Tikrit to raid
    She’s got a Tikrit to raid
    But not in a car.

    I don’t know why she’s fighin’ sharia
    She’d better think twice, she’d better be nice to me
    Before she gets to being pariah
    She’d better think twice, she’d better do right by me . . .
    . . .

  5. Yestergame
    Doom was such an eerie game to play
    But now it looks as though it’s kids at play
    Oh I believe in yestergames

    All the monsters seemed so hard to kill
    Now they look as though they’re pixelated
    Oh I believe in yestergames.

    Suddenly, I’ve not half the time I used to have
    Oh yestergames take lots of time

    Why we had to game, I don’t know
    We liked to play
    I bought something wrong

    Now I long for yestergames
    Doom was such an eerie game to play
    Now I need a place to Halo-play
    Oh I believe in yestergames

    When we had some time, I do know
    We liked to play
    I bought World of War
    Now I long for yestergames
    Yes..ter….games.
    Oh I long for yestergames.

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