| Line | Poem or Rock? | Source Material |
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| There is another sky / Ever serene and fair / And there is another sunshine / Though it be darkness there | |
| Memories will slowly fade / I lift my eyes and say / Come on, take me away | |
| Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast / For it is a human number | |
| I don't shout or jump about / Or have to talk real loud / When you see me passing / It ought to make you proud | |
| Help! I need somebody / Help! Not just anybody / Help! You know I need someone, help! | |
| We sat together at one summer's end / That beautiful mild woman, your close friend | |
| Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none / Tell me the whole story | |
| Such beauty that for a minute / Death and ambition, even love / Doesn't enter into this | |
| I suffered like a metal being cast / I went to school to age to learn the past | |
| Look at the stars / Look how they shine for you / And everything you do | |
| She's got eyes of the bluest skies / As if they thought of rain | |
| I've been around for a long, long year / Stole many a man's soul and faith | |
| My later loves on 15th Street / My greater loves of Lower East Side / My once fabulous amours in the Bronx | |
| There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold | |
| In this bright future you can't forget your past | |
| Whenever you're wrong, admit it / Whenever you're right, shut up | |
| I'm rolling thunder, pouring rain / I'm coming on like a hurricane | |
| I am the maker of rules / Dealing with fools / I can cheat you blind | |
| Help! I need somebody / Help! Not just anybody / Help! You know I need someone, help! | |
| Memories will slowly fade / I lift my eyes and say / Come on, take me away | |
| In this bright future you can't forget your past | |
| In the Bible Cain slew Abel and East of Eden he was cast | |
| Look at the stars / Look how they shine for you / And everything you do | |
| Trade winds find galleons lost in the sea / I know where treasure is waiting for me | |
| She's got eyes of the bluest skies / As if they thought of rain | |
| Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast / For it is a human number | |
| There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold | |
| Alone. Listless. Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room | |
| Money, so they say / Is the root of all evil today | |
| I've been around for a long, long year / Stole many a man's soul and faith | |
| Philosophers and ploughmen / Each must know his part / To sow a new mentality | |
| Take a small example, take a tip from me / Take all of your money, give it all to charity | |
| I don't shout or jump about / Or have to talk real loud / When you see me passing / It ought to make you proud | |
| Tyger! Tyger! burning bright / In the forests of the night | |
| Such beauty that for a minute / Death and ambition, even love / Doesn't enter into this | |
| There is another sky / Ever serene and fair / And there is another sunshine / Though it be darkness there | |
| so world is a leaf is a tree is a bough / (and birds sing sweeter than books tell how) | |
| I suffered like a metal being cast / I went to school to age to learn the past | |
| My later loves on 15th Street / My greater loves of Lower East Side / My once fabulous amours in the Bronx | |
| I came up once and hollered! / I came up twice and cried! | |
| Whenever you're wrong, admit it / Whenever you're right, shut up | |
| Soon, soon the flesh / The grave cave ate will be / At home on me | |
| Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December / And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor | |
| So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see / So long lives this, and this gives life to thee | |
| There is a place where the sidewalk ends / And before the street begins / And there the grass grows soft and white | |
| Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none / Tell me the whole story | |
| But all this crowded life has been to thee / No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell | |
| We sat together at one summer's end / That beautiful mild woman, your close friend | |
The Beatles: Rock Band Songs
Title Not in Song
Wisdom From Music
