The summer is here at last
THE SUMMER OF LOVE, 1967
The sky is overcast
CONTRAST: NO LOVE
And no one brings a rose for Emily
NO ONE = THE WRITER OF THE SONG, WHO EITHER VISITS WITHOUT ANYONE KNOWING, OR THE GRAVE (DEATH) IS KEPT FROM PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE
She watches her flowers grow
THE DEAD ONE’S PERSPECTIVE. FROM UNDER THE EARTH, LOOKING UP SHE SEES FLOWERS GROWING OUT OF HER GRAVE: HER FLOWERS
While lovers come and go
To give each other roses from her tree
DURING HER LIFE SHE HAD MANY SO-CALLED LOVERS WHO THREW AROUND MONEY OUT OF HER PURSE, (ACT LIKE LOVERS BUT RIP HER OFF HER MONEY)
But not a rose for Emily...
“NOBODY LOVES YOU WHEN YOU”RE SIX FEET UNDER GROUND”
Emily, can't you see
There's nothing you can do?
NOW YOU’RE DEAD
There's loving everywhere
ITS THE SUMMER OF LOVE
But none for you...
AND YOU”RE MISSING OUT
Her roses are fading now
HER MONEY HAS BEEN NEARLY SPENT
She keeps her pride somehow
HER PRIDE OF ENDING THE LYING BY DYING, POSSIBLY OF BEING GAY.
That's all she has protecting her from pain
PRIDE, YET BEING DEAD
And as the years go by
She will grow old and die
PEOPLE WILL FORGET HER
The roses in her garden fade away
THE GRAVE FORGOTTEN
Not one left for her grave
Not a rose for Emily...
Emily, can't you see
There's nothing you can do?
There's loving everywhere
But none for you...
Her roses are fading now
She keeps her pride somehow
That's all she has protecting her from pain
And as the years go by
She will grow old and die
The roses in her garden fade away
Not one left for her grave
Not a rose for Emily...
***SPOILER OF YOUR LIFE ALERT****
Another one about James Paul McCartney, who may or may not have commited suicide in sep ‘66 because the everso growing amount of lies became too huge for him to live with: being gay plus suicidal from at least since his 14th (after his mother’s passing), being the biggest act in one of the biggest businesses in lies of all. Then the obsessive, passionate eventually unanswered, yet randomly answered love, a tremendous ten years of inner loniness and guilt complex, and finally coming to discover to have been ripped off by the last person he may have trusted in the end, finding out to not even own what was the one thing he lived for: his poems and his music.
See for others songs about James Paul McCartney and his relationships the lyrics of “Ruby Tuesday” (also referenced to as “Stupid Bloody Tuesday” in another song, and every beatle song i could find so far. The word SHE=PAUL, HE=. )…
Bizarre interpretation, right? Too bad there’s no option “My Imagination”, lol
“IMAGINATION must be OUT THERE!
TRUTH must end ;)”
The summer is here at last THE SUMMER OF LOVE, 1967 The sky is overcast CONTRAST: NO LOVE And no one brings a rose for Emily NO ONE = THE WRITER OF THE SONG, WHO EITHER VISITS WITHOUT ANYONE KNOWING, OR THE GRAVE (DEATH) IS KEPT FROM PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE
She watches her flowers grow THE DEAD ONE’S PERSPECTIVE. FROM UNDER THE EARTH, LOOKING UP SHE SEES FLOWERS GROWING OUT OF HER GRAVE: HER FLOWERS While lovers come and go To give each other roses from her tree DURING HER LIFE SHE HAD MANY SO-CALLED LOVERS WHO THREW AROUND MONEY OUT OF HER PURSE, (ACT LIKE LOVERS BUT RIP HER OFF HER MONEY) But not a rose for Emily... “NOBODY LOVES YOU WHEN YOU”RE SIX FEET UNDER GROUND”
Emily, can't you see There's nothing you can do? NOW YOU’RE DEAD There's loving everywhere ITS THE SUMMER OF LOVE But none for you... AND YOU”RE MISSING OUT
Her roses are fading now HER MONEY HAS BEEN NEARLY SPENT She keeps her pride somehow HER PRIDE OF ENDING THE LYING BY DYING, POSSIBLY OF BEING GAY. That's all she has protecting her from pain PRIDE, YET BEING DEAD
And as the years go by She will grow old and die PEOPLE WILL FORGET HER The roses in her garden fade away THE GRAVE FORGOTTEN Not one left for her grave Not a rose for Emily...
Emily, can't you see There's nothing you can do? There's loving everywhere But none for you...
Her roses are fading now She keeps her pride somehow That's all she has protecting her from pain
And as the years go by She will grow old and die The roses in her garden fade away Not one left for her grave Not a rose for Emily...
***SPOILER OF YOUR LIFE ALERT****
Another one about James Paul McCartney, who may or may not have commited suicide in sep ‘66 because the everso growing amount of lies became too huge for him to live with: being gay plus suicidal from at least since his 14th (after his mother’s passing), being the biggest act in one of the biggest businesses in lies of all. Then the obsessive, passionate eventually unanswered, yet randomly answered love, a tremendous ten years of inner loniness and guilt complex, and finally coming to discover to have been ripped off by the last person he may have trusted in the end, finding out to not even own what was the one thing he lived for: his poems and his music. See for others songs about James Paul McCartney and his relationships the lyrics of “Ruby Tuesday” (also referenced to as “Stupid Bloody Tuesday” in another song, and every beatle song i could find so far. The word SHE=PAUL, HE=. )…
Bizarre interpretation, right? Too bad there’s no option “My Imagination”, lol
“IMAGINATION must be OUT THERE! TRUTH must end ;)”