A continuation of the Beatles' "letter of songs" from the above entry:
Help! I'm the paperback writer in misery; the fool on the hill; a total day tripper... while baby's in black, getting through a hard day's night. She said, she said she's got a ticket to ride with a little help from my friends, across the universe full of lies. Honey, don't act dizzy, Miss Lizzie.
Well, I should've known better: she's leaving home with the Sun King instead of a nowhere man, your mother should know. So just let it be, from me to you.
And it won't be long until the taxman takes my money. Please, Mr. Postman, I'm a loser, while my guitar gently weeps rock & roll music. Yes, it is.
I just don't understand why it's only yesterday, because tomorrow never knows. I want to tell you... But I'm so tired with helter-skelter, and I don't want to spoil the party; it of course being for the benefit of Mr. Kite!
Think for yourself and act naturally. Just take the long and winding road to the end, and if you've got trouble, I'll be on my way. We're going home.
And those are the things we said today.
Just a sampling of how passive my mind really is!
