Babel Beatles L: Eleanor Rigby

Oh, look at all the individuals
Oh, look at all the individuals

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding was
He lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who’s there?

All individuals
Where?
All individuals
Where am I?

Father McKenzie writing a sermon that no one wants to hear
No one comes close

Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when nobody
Who cares?

All individuals
Where?
All individuals
Where am I?

Oh, look at all the individuals
Oh, look at all the individuals

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried with your name
Nobody came

Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was spared

All individuals
Where?
All individuals
Where am I?

(Entrada número 50 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)

Babel Beatles XLIX: Eight Days A Week

Oh, I need your love
I think you know it’s true
I hope you need my love babe
Like I need you

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I have nothing but love
Eight days a week

I love you all girls day
Always on my mind
One thing I can say girl
I love all the time

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I love that girl
Eight days a week

Eight days a week
I love you
Eight days a week
It is not enough to show that interests me

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
I have nothing but love
Eight days a week
Eight days a week
Eight days a week

(Entrada número 49 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)