From across the pond, these lad's from
Releasing a tidal waves typhoon,
It slammed into the continental divide,
With the force of a hurricane blast.
Legacy's transcended band of four,
Hit America's shores,
Ushering in the dawning of a
Psychedelics illusions, sailing away,
Beneath the political tides under currents,
Disguised, as a yellow submarines crew.
Lead by Sergeant Peppers lonely hearts
Make love not war, hopes disillusionary
Their dreams melting downwards,
Bleeding onto their tie-dye t-shirts.
They are the lost children of innocence,
Tossing flower powers love beads,
As real bullets rang out all around them
In reality version a police action, called
Mean while mothers home made,
American Pie, goes stale on the
Open window still of time.
On a sad dark day, these once clean cut
Boys now men, went separate ways.
The strawberry fields forever,
Died ripe, on history's historical vines.
Ringo's star fell to earth,
Vaporizing in the atmosphere.
John Lennon voices was forever silenced
By a single bullets assassin, seeking fame.
Paul McCartney's still rides on a jet plane,
Soaring on fortunes altitudes ultimate high.
George Harrison's was tore away, by cancers
Evil, from admiration fans, to young to die
We'll soarly miss him always.
But the Beatles flame burns on, and lives
In the heart of rock-n-roll,
Their earth quakes rumblings, can
Still be felt across the world.
These young lads from Liverpool,
Whom created a storm called rock,
Behold the group, forever known as the