A sudden story, a crazy beatle play

 
Introduction

 I like writing stories, but not in English. So it's completely not my story. Almost every word is a quote. I just got interested, what would happen, if I wrote words as they come to me.
 
 It's 5 o'clock in the morning.

 Eleanor Rigby (sitting in the sky with diamond, cloud 9) - My love, you've got to hide your love away. I don't mean to hurt you, but... Leave me alone. I feel so insecure...
 Sgt. Pepper (in the same place, opening his eyes) - What goes on? Everybody's got something to hide. All I've got to do is thank you, girl. Wasn't it just a bad dream, number 9 ? Tell me what you see!?
 E. - I've just seen a face. It's been Rocky Raccoon! I've seen him standing there. You may say I'm a dreamer, but it seemed so real to me... We said our goodbyes one year before. He threatened, he would rather see me dead.
 P. - Oh, darling! I know, what it's like to be dead. Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream. It is not dying.
 E. - But he's nicknamed Bungalow Bill. He's a jealous guy...
 P. - THIS guy won't be happy, till he sees you cry. Tell that Rocky, you're not at home. I get high, when I see you...
 E. - Try to see it my way! He'll come in through the bathroom window!
 P. - You're making me frantic to sail across the Atlantic to get to you! I'll never leave you alone, and he's a fool on the hill. In a couple of years we'll have built a home, sweet home...
 E. - How can I go home, if he knows my name. You know, he can look up the number.
 P. - That's why i never give you my number and name (and money too). But there's a place, where we can go: № 9, Strawberry Fields, Nowhereland, where we're all came from.
 E. - There're places I remember, but THIS one is a hole in the ocean.
 P. - Well, there's another place we can be: 909, Penny Lane, Pepperland.
 E. - The farther one travels, the less only knows.
 P. - I know, but it's getting better! Roll up! You can drive my car.
 E. - Where to?
 P. - It's in my ears and in my eyes - only two thousand miles over the ocean.
 E. - Happiness isn't measured out in miles. I don't know, which way I'm facing.
 P. - Well, we'll follow the sun. We'll fly away somewhere...
 E. - In the dead of night? I'm frightened of the dark.
 P. - I'll try to make it shine. I'll make a fire.
 E. - Nothing is real. You gonna lose me. Let me leave.
 P. - Tell me why? We can work it out! Life is very short...
 E. - I'll never be the same. He'll always be the only guy for me. And life can be long.
 P. - So, now it's time to say goodbuy. Let it be. Why wasting time, if we both know?!
 E. - I was only waiting for this moment to be free. (gets up and flies away)
 P. - A love, that should have lasted years...
 The end.

2004


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I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love...

Виктор П.С.   03.07.2005 23:17     Заявить о нарушении
We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew

Елена Гребенникова   05.07.2005 21:41   Заявить о нарушении
Love needs no blessings
When it happens.
Whatever dressings
It wraps in.

Виктор П.С.   07.07.2005 22:22   Заявить о нарушении
My own words. Written as a remark to you.

Виктор П.С.   08.07.2005 17:05   Заявить о нарушении
Thank you ever so much! This is my very first verse in English that provoked further poetry, first in English and then in Russian:

From F. Tyutchev

We are not destined to embrace
The way our word percepted is
And understanding, like God’s Grace,
Depends on Heaven we’re beneath

It was written on October 18, 2003.

Thank you for understanding the elderly guy.

Yours,

Виктор П.С.   09.07.2005 00:30   Заявить о нарушении