Such a short song. Its brevity is possibly its strength. The hokum line about receiving what you give is so entirely pat as to be ludicrous. Only the 1960s could give such a wishy-washy, idealistic phrase any importance - and only The Beatles could make it seem so profound, because, really, 'in the end', you're really as good as your health. Love is also not 'all you need': just try not breathing or eating for a while to bring that one home. This song works as part of the 'suit' it's in. The fragmentary nature of the suit works because George Martin was excellent at his job. John Lennon's 'Polythene Pam' and 'Mean Mr. Mustard' are equally brilliant (or more so). Unfortunately, the 'Her Majesty' is a ridiculous and pointless afterthought that ruins the running of the album that should've stopped with 'The End' (thanks, Paul). But Mr. McCartney can do no wrong, apparently, so I take that back ... not
Such a short song. Its brevity is possibly its strength. The hokum line about receiving what you give is so entirely pat as to be ludicrous. Only the 1960s could give such a wishy-washy, idealistic phrase any importance - and only The Beatles could make it seem so profound, because, really, 'in the end', you're really as good as your health. Love is also not 'all you need': just try not breathing or eating for a while to bring that one home. This song works as part of the 'suit' it's in. The fragmentary nature of the suit works because George Martin was excellent at his job. John Lennon's 'Polythene Pam' and 'Mean Mr. Mustard' are equally brilliant (or more so). Unfortunately, the 'Her Majesty' is a ridiculous and pointless afterthought that ruins the running of the album that should've stopped with 'The End' (thanks, Paul). But Mr. McCartney can do no wrong, apparently, so I take that back ... not