The town was outside my window today
I'm on the main drag of the parade route
Of course I let the curtains down
I can't be bothered with such rubbish
I would much rather sit and listen
The music and the drunkards
three days of celebration
Thirty miles away
Billy Shears is going to play
Pretending he was there
Lieing not be square
Paul McCartney was a bum
Thats why this session musician won
Theres no such thing as imposters
No one is lying to you
This is not some corporate owned
Disneyland death cult oh no
Everything you know is true
Outside Of Reality
We evolve and realize a lot of what folks choose to do and build and emphasize is rubbish, waste, disposable fad. We have garages and closets full of the refuse of last year. Not outside, simply wise enought to see it for what it is, mostly foolishness. If it has a price tag, find a usa citizen, they will buy it. Good poem. Paul as a poser - oh k! He lost his better half is my opinion - but hey, I was lucky enough to be born outside reality. :D slc
Maybe one day
I'll get outside the box. Paul is not a poser, never was. But the persona we know as Paul McCartney is a corporate entity, most likely owned by William Shepard A.K.A Vivian Stanshall. Check out a book called "The memoirs of Billy Shears". Its occultic and can be read 3 ways. Most often the truth is hidden in plain sight. But people will see what they want to see.
Hi schmuckjones
always good 2 c u - stella