Song Stories

Golden brown, texture like sun Lays me down, with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown

My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The mam and the dad) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The present is past)

It's always around me, all this noise But not nearly as loud as the voice saying "Let it happen, let it happen"

We're one but we're not the same Well we hurt each other then we do it again

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane Don't know when I'll be back again

The past was yours But the futures mine

Maybe you're the same as me We see things they'll never see You and I are gonna live forever

The story of the final Beatles song

Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that all to the poor, yeah

You can do all the things that you like to do All around, underground, pick a part that's new You can do all the things that you like to do All around, upside down, pick a part that's new

And when it rains in Arizona And the desert flowers bloom There's a wind that blows to Boston And it sings the saddest tune

Bob Dylan abandoned the rules of folk and pop at once, creating a six-minute single that changed what a rock song could be