30 junho, 2017

Eleanor Rigby & the Lonely People



ELEANOR RIGBY &
THE LONELY PEOPLE

 
Eleanor Rigby in Liverpool.

Besides being one of the best songs ever written, the Beatles’ “Eleanor Rigby is a pungent description and acknowledgment of and homage to the people who live in poverty and, especially, in solitude.

Loneliness does come with its perks and pluses, but as a not wanted, permanent and irreversible condition, it is an unbearable burden leading to a miserable life and probably an early demise.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuS5NuXRb5Y 

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name, nobody came is a stark reminder of the ultimate punishment of total loneliness: oblivion.

Stripping a person of his name is almost equivalent to erase him from existence: he never was. It is literally, ashes to ashes, dust to dust., or in 21 Century language “control+alt+delete”, file erased.

So, one should look at all those lonely people, even if only occasionally, and remember their names. People need some company, even in their final journey on earth.
 

 

ELEANOR RIGBY’S LYRICS

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for




All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?