The Beatles are loved by millions of people around the world, including myself. I have loved the Beatles since I was twelve years old, and my love has continued to grow since then. Unfortunately, not everyone understands my passion and love for the Beatles. My sister gives me crap about it all the time. Always going, "Your obsession is weird." More frequently, she says, "You HAD to like the Beatles." Rambling aside, I am focusing on how I got into the Beatles and why I love them.
One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do you want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, you can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I said a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want you to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.
Hello, Beatlefellows! Peaceandlove67 here, and I'm going to name my favorite Beatles songs and why. I'd like to give a shout out to ChiliPepperLuv for inspiring this idea. This excludes cover songs. They have to be exclusively by the Beatles.
1. "Helter Skelter"
The reason this song is my favorite is that I love the overall sound of the song. I love the guitar riff, the drum beat, and the vocals. I also love the ending. "I've got blisters on my fingers!"
John, George, and Ringo never left Paul's side, and they stayed outside the hospital room, not talking, but able to feel each others' anxious feelings about their friend. Paul hadn't woken up on the way to the hospital, but there was still a pulse, and now all they could do was hope he'd be all right.
John had something else to think about, too. Even when Paul had been on the edge of losing consciousness, he had still said to John: "Does this mean we're not breaking up?" Was the Beatles staying together really so important to him? Hadn't Paul spent the last couple of years trying to...
John, George, and Ringo spent the rest of the day running everywhere in town, searching for Paul. They caused quite a stir. Not many people saw the Beatles together in public anymore - even only three of them. People poured out of their houses, and everywhere the Beatles went, they were surrounded with screams and questions: "EEE! The Beatles are back!" "Are you going to play for us again?" "Where's Paul? How come there's only three of you?" It had never occured to John, George, or Ringo how much the fans had missed actually seeing them perform. But everyone they met seemed to feel...
As soon as Paul opened his eyes the next day, he knew something had changed. The air had been bitterly cold last night, but Paul had just lay there, unable to get up and find somewhere more sheltered.
Now, he tried to move his arms and to sit up. He couldn't.
Frowning, Paul tried to move again. And again. His body wouldn't respond. Something had happened to him after all those nights of lying there in the cold. His body wasn't working properly.
Paul's eyes, the only part of him that could still move, widened in fear. When he first decided to run away, he had never...
The next day, none of the Beatles stayed at Abbey Road longer than a few minutes. They came, saw Paul wasn't there again, and left without a word. Probably they would have stayed to chat and play around if it had been the early days and they weren't worried that they'd just end up fighting. But these days, whenever they were together, that was all they seemed to do.
Was that why Paul wasn't coming? John tried to forget about him, and Yoko did her best to distract him by asking for help with her various art projects, but John kept thinking about it. It wasn't like Paul not to show...
John, George, and Ringo, of course, couldn't have ignored Paul's disappearance even if they'd wanted to. All day long, the rumours flowed. Everybody knew Paul was missing, and everybody had their theories - some more believable than others - but no one really seemed to know where he'd gone.
All this would have suited Paul just fine. His first day in the forest was ending, and he was sure he was well hidden enough that no one could find him before his mates came looking. It was sheltered in the trees, but there was still a lot of powder on the ground. As night fell and Paul wandered...
Paul knew that he couldn't hide anywhere where there were people around. If anyone saw him, the word would be out and everybody would know where he was. And his mates wouldn't get worried and come looking for him. Paul was going for somewhere more deserted - an area of forest not too far from his place. The still-falling snow erased his footprints as soon as he made them. The night was very cold, colder than Paul had expected. He had packed only a little food for his stay. But Paul pressed on. He couldn't give up and go back to bed. He had made up his mind, and he was going to see his...