Yeah
yeah yeah (Freshly Minted Parlophone)
David Brown
To the shop that sells Hoovers
Against the will of the disapprovers
To get the latest from the Liverpoolers
They beat a pathway to where he lived
And though he didn’t understand the language
All the clothes they just seemed to fit
Freshly minted Parlophone
Holed up on the gramophone
And the nowhere boy had a place to go
The needle in the precious vein
Again and again and again
Until the words were stitched into his brain
Yeah yeah yeah yeah I’m right there with you
Yeah yeah yeah yeah The Beatles were my parents too
Soothing him in his sadness
Up in the bedroom with his tennis racquet
In a foetal funk of fabness
But as all close people do
They ripped and tore themselves in two
The end of the long and winding road of youth
And he felt they had betrayed his trust
He smarted and parted in disgust
Losing touch - they gathered dust
Other voices called to me
J.T. and M.P.G.
And on a melancholy breeze
My soul sailed away from me
Then after 20 years or so
A voice came on the Radio
A voice that had been buried long ago
Emerging from the darkness of forget
He opened the lid of Pandora’s Dansette
It was the life of a lonely boy he met
'Cos every song was a photograph
A snapshot of his past
And the words - they made sense at last |