February 7, 1964.
The Beatles were riding down the streets of New York, freshly arrived from the airport. Just months ago, this country hadn't even known they existed, and now, they'd been greeted by multitudes of screaming fans, all so happy and excited to see the boys, and there was the usual chasing. Unlike their last stop in France, the American fans made the Beatles feel right at home.
Neil Aspinall and Mal Evans were along to handle the Beatles' instruments and drive their car respectively. As they passed Central Park, Mal said, "Why don't you boys go and have fun for a bit? We can check into the hotel."
The Beatles didn't need telling twice. Without even waiting for Mal to stop the van, they threw open the doors with happy cries of "Yeah!" and ran off into the twilight, laughing like schoolboys.
Central Park offered many opportunities for fun among all the monuments. The Beatles ran round and chased each other. "Hide-and-seek!" they suggested to each other joyfully. George turned away and began to count. John, Paul and Ringo ran off to find places to hide.
John headed off away from the others, searching for a good place. He noticed an Alice in Wonderland tribute nearby, but dismissed the idea of hiding there. Too obvious.
As John ran onwards, he came to an open space, and ran across it. In the fading light, and with his eyesight, he couldn't see the ground in front of him. His foot slipped on a small patch of ice and he felt himself falling forward....
John couldn't remember hitting the ground. Everything went dark, and he must have blacked out for a moment, but only a moment, because he could still feel the dull pain from where he'd fallen. He made to lift his head, and noticed the bright sunshine through his closed eyelids. But that wasn't right - it had been twilight before. He suddenly had the sensation of not being alone, and felt crowds of people surrounding him, dimly heard their voices.
Oh, no. Had he been lying there for hours after all, with people watching him? He must have looked soft. Why hadn't his mates woken him?
Opening his eyes, John could see, since his face was almost touching the ground, that he was lying on a pattern of black and white tiles. He didn't think there had been any tiles there before. But maybe he just hadn't seen.
His mind slowly clearing, John could now make out the voices of the people around him better, and caught his own name. People seemed to be shouting at him, and as he listened, what they were saying became clear: "Get up from there! Shame on you; what right do you have, lying on John Lennon's tribute?"
The Beatles were riding down the streets of New York, freshly arrived from the airport. Just months ago, this country hadn't even known they existed, and now, they'd been greeted by multitudes of screaming fans, all so happy and excited to see the boys, and there was the usual chasing. Unlike their last stop in France, the American fans made the Beatles feel right at home.
Neil Aspinall and Mal Evans were along to handle the Beatles' instruments and drive their car respectively. As they passed Central Park, Mal said, "Why don't you boys go and have fun for a bit? We can check into the hotel."
The Beatles didn't need telling twice. Without even waiting for Mal to stop the van, they threw open the doors with happy cries of "Yeah!" and ran off into the twilight, laughing like schoolboys.
Central Park offered many opportunities for fun among all the monuments. The Beatles ran round and chased each other. "Hide-and-seek!" they suggested to each other joyfully. George turned away and began to count. John, Paul and Ringo ran off to find places to hide.
John headed off away from the others, searching for a good place. He noticed an Alice in Wonderland tribute nearby, but dismissed the idea of hiding there. Too obvious.
As John ran onwards, he came to an open space, and ran across it. In the fading light, and with his eyesight, he couldn't see the ground in front of him. His foot slipped on a small patch of ice and he felt himself falling forward....
John couldn't remember hitting the ground. Everything went dark, and he must have blacked out for a moment, but only a moment, because he could still feel the dull pain from where he'd fallen. He made to lift his head, and noticed the bright sunshine through his closed eyelids. But that wasn't right - it had been twilight before. He suddenly had the sensation of not being alone, and felt crowds of people surrounding him, dimly heard their voices.
Oh, no. Had he been lying there for hours after all, with people watching him? He must have looked soft. Why hadn't his mates woken him?
Opening his eyes, John could see, since his face was almost touching the ground, that he was lying on a pattern of black and white tiles. He didn't think there had been any tiles there before. But maybe he just hadn't seen.
His mind slowly clearing, John could now make out the voices of the people around him better, and caught his own name. People seemed to be shouting at him, and as he listened, what they were saying became clear: "Get up from there! Shame on you; what right do you have, lying on John Lennon's tribute?"
Last night I said these words to my girl
I know you never even try, girl
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
You don't need me to show the way, love
Why do I always have to say "love"
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
I don't wanna sound complaining
But you know there's always rain in my heart (In my heart)
I do all the pleasing with you, it's so hard to reason
With you, whoah yeah, why do you make me blue
Last night I said these words to my girl
I know you never even try, girl
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
(Me) Whoa yeah, like I please you
(Me) Whoa yeah, like I please you
I know you never even try, girl
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
You don't need me to show the way, love
Why do I always have to say "love"
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
I don't wanna sound complaining
But you know there's always rain in my heart (In my heart)
I do all the pleasing with you, it's so hard to reason
With you, whoah yeah, why do you make me blue
Last night I said these words to my girl
I know you never even try, girl
C'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon), c'mon (C'mon)
Please please me, whoa yeah, like I please you
(Me) Whoa yeah, like I please you
(Me) Whoa yeah, like I please you