Silly Love Songs- starter for mcskiffle 

mcskiffle:

how-i-won-the-war.

“It hasn’t got any THOUGHT in it, Paul!” Lennon stands quickly, and begins to pace.

“I’ve tolerated yer granny crap in the past, alright, because there was somethin’ behind the lyrics. But Macca- Desmond said to Molly, girl I like your face? It’s nothin’ but fluff. I thought we left that behind in ‘64, right-”

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“You know, and you know what gets me- I’ve grown in this group as a musician, okay. George- ‘es grown in this group. Hell, even Ringo’s grown in this group. But you? Yer stuck in the past. It’s nineteen sixty nine, McCartney. Get with it.” 

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                  THE WORDS CUT INTO HIM,  leave him stunned  &  clambering within himself, an anxious  &  child-like fury beginning to swarm  &  overwhelm his ability to play it off. To hear something so  SPITEFUL  coming from the mouth of someone who used to be his best friend … it stabs at his heart, ties his throat into a knot,  &  ignites a  WARMTH  the like of rage  &  sadness together. 

                       I put plenty ‘a thought into it when I was writin’ it by meself,  y ’ know,  while you an’ that gal ‘a yours were snoggin’ in th ’ bloody corner, playin’ like th ’ rest of us might as well not exist. Well, don’t hold back, John, say what y’bloody well feel, then, go on, like, get it out. – Like, y ’ know, it’s fuckin’ shitty, this – y ’ think haven’t grown when you’re th ’ one bringin’ y’r girl into th ’ studio like she’s got y ’ brainwashed or sumthin’, christ only knows what she’s got y ’ into these days, messin’ about with each other durin’ rehearsals, actin’ a fool, shittin’ on my music like y’r th ’ only one who’s entitled to a say, as if that somehow makes y ’ bigger than me – th ’ rest of us. I tell ya, ‘m gettin’ tired of it, just cause y ’ don’t like what I’ve got doesn’t mean you’ve th ’ right t ’ discredit my PLACE in th ’ band.