Paul’s Adorable Reactions To John’s Teasing

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me - and my only real happy times.

I was a singer - not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I really didn't mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing to know what true freedom is. When people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why, but there's no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea whatitslike to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying. Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people - and finally I did. On the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun. I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever, "I believe in the kindness of strangers". And When I'm at war with myself, I ride, I just ride.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy, but I am free.

- Lana Del Rey

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

Nobody ever said anything about Paul’s having a spell on me or my having one on Paul! They never thought that was abnormal in those days, two guys together, or four guys together! Why didn’t they ever say, “How come those guys don’t split up? I mean, what’s going on backstage? What is this Paul and John business? How can they be together so long?” We spent more time together in the early days than John and Yoko: the four of us sleeping in the same room, practically in the same bed, in the same truck, living together night and day, eating, shitting and pissing together! All right? Doing everything together! Nobody said a damn thing about being under a spell.

John Lennon,  All We Are Saying, David Sheff (1980)

Paul McCartney and John Lennon, 1964

Photo: Robert Whitaker / Morrison Hotel Gallery

“He was always a very warm guy, John. His bluff was all on the surface. He used to take his glasses down - those granny glasses - and say, ‘It’s only me.’ They were like a wall, you know? A shield. Those are the moments I treasure.” - Paul McCartney on John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 11 September 1986

“You remember little things about people. I remember sort of seeing him and he comes in and gives me a hug and says ‘touching is good.’ I’ll never forget that. Touching is good. So I do a lot of hugging now.“

-Paul McCartney on John Lennon

Paul’s adorable reactions to John’s teasing

John and Paul songs for each other - After The Beatles broke-up.

This list has the all of the songs, in timeline, John Lennon and Paul McCartney made influenced by their song partner in very diverse ways after the broke-up of The Beatles, they’re songs of argument, apology and love. Click on read more to read it (:

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The great thing about me and John is that it was me and John. End of story. That’s the one great thing that I can think, whereas everyone else can say so-and-so, so-and-so. That’s the nice thing. When we got in a little room it was me and John sitting there, it was me and him who wrote it, not all these other people who think they know all about it. It was me, I must know better than them. I was the one in the room with him.

Paul McCartney, 1989. (via amclennonblog)

Having three brothers.

Ringo Starr in response to the question, “Fondest memory of being a Beatle?”, CNN (via justfourpartsoftheone)