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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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?)
Speaking of ex-Beatles:
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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
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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
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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.
Well then …
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!
The Horror, the horror.
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?
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Suggested title:
Felon or Rigged Debris
Wow!
What hath Basil wrought?
It’s not Basil, it’s Basil!
Brazil?
Being as I’m no song writer I’ll just offer up tonight’s history lesson…………..
Love those too. Watching it now
I really hope The Beatles don’t try and reunite like all these other veteran rock bands. They’d only be half the band they used to be.
After Lennon’s death the sick joke was “What will it take to reunite the Beatles now? 3 more bullets.”
Don’t shoot me, I’m just the messenger.
What was it they said? The Beatles keep dying in the wrong order?
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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 . . .
. . .
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Weird Al can suck it!
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.
Now THAT’s a video.
” ‘Cause I’m the PacMan
Yeah, I’m the PacMan
And you’re ‘wonk’ing for no one
Bite me.”
What is Life
And
Dream Away (From the closing credits of Time Bandits)
He had talent.
Some artists only have one big hit