title poem

tip of my tongue

I want to tell you

run for your life

drive my car

the long and winding road,

September in the rain.

crying, waiting, hoping

free as a bird.

oh! darling,

ooh! my soul,

help!

slow down.

mailman, bring me no more blues.

shout

good morning, good morning,

got to get you into my life

paperback writer.

here comes the sun

good day sunshine

girl, step inside love

and your bird can sing

blue jay way.

I don’t want to spoil the party

I forget to remember to forget

I’ve just seen a face,

I saw her standing there

searchin’

devil in her heart,

carrying that weight,

that’s all right,

nobody I know.

if you’ve got trouble,

we can work it out

I just don’t understand

what you’re doing,

what goes on?

tomorrow never knows.

because

I’ve got a feeling,

in spite of all the danger

it won’t be long.

you know what to do,

you know my name,

look up the number.

I should have known better

I don’t want to see you again.

think for yourself,

for no one,

one and one is two,

happiness is a warm gun,

komm gib mir deine hand,

don’t ever change.

she said she said

tell me what you see

the inner light,

old brown shoe,

rain,

etcetera.

here, there and everywhere,

watching rainbows

like dreamers do,

that’ll be the day.

(this is a cento poem, composed entirely from the titles of songs by the beatles)