This is the definition of a chill song, it's a fucking love song, about that rat piss woman Ono, yet that doesn't ruin it for me. The fucking guitar, so damn beautiful, that fucking Harrison man, he's the best Beatle if you ask me, it may have been written by Lennon but Harrison really took it for me with the guitar, very Hendrix in some ways. Back to Lennon, what I love about Lennon is his emotion, first time I heard twist and shout, the fucking scream on this man, he was really something else, he screams in this song too, and my fucking lord does he do it well. Come on Ono, don't you fucking dare let this man down after he wrote you a gem of a fucking song like this.
What more is there to say about this song, I suppose I could talk about Ringo, simple drums, as always, but you know what, just like every Beatles song, it fucking works, simplicity really worked for him, fuck anyone who talks shit about the master of the skins Ringo fucking Starr. Unfortunately this isn't a Paul heavy song even though I'm pretty sure the song is credited as Lennon-McCartney, one of these days I'll tell you about how much I love Paul McCartney, but for now, this song will do. Harrison is my favourite Beatle, but not by much, they're all the best Beatle in their own respect. They really were bigger than Jesus, still are, you can't go anywhere and talk to someone who hasn't heard of the Beatles.
Need to get myself down to the motherland of Liverpool, see some family, see the sites, but also, see some Beatles history, and stand next to the John Lennon statue outside the Cavern Club.
The Beatles man, they never let me down when I'm feeling bad about something, this post hasn't done this song justice, but then again no one in the world could write anything to do it justice.
Get back JoJo.