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Ode to one 'Abbey Road'
by S.J. TylerThunder like a bass line
Bang Bang Maxwells silver hammer came down
so bouncy and unnatural
I didnt know thunder was supposed to sound that way
And the trickling of the rain off the roofs
Sounds scattered like a brush on cymbals
And then gravelly muddy footprints
Darling! that voice so rough and comforting
being engulfed in torrents of the storm
and finding my refuge in the Octopuss Garden
guitar solos like the cars splashing down the asphalt
because Shes so Heavy! she rumbles,
as it pours and I am soaked in the lightning that is Abbey Road
"Sun, sun, sun" for the boys from Liverpool
and here it comes! 06/25/2004 Author's Note:
Listening to Abbey Road for the first times all the way through, in a thunder storm. What better Friday night could there be?
I had to fabricate 'Here Come's The Sun' though, because the storm isn't over yet.
Posted on 06/25/2004
Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 06/26/04 at 05:23 AM Clever. I think the quotations add a sort of gimmicky feeling to this piece, which takes away from what you're saying in between, but overall, the feeling is still conveyed well. Besides, who doesn't like a walk on Abbey Road? I enjoyed the read, and I'll be sure to check back.
Regards. :o) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/27/04 at 03:23 PM 'Nevermind' under headphones in thick fog? Whatever, music can fabricate almost anything - an uplifting reminder. |
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