Denkend aan Lennon… twee nummers

Op de socials herinneren diverse profielen mij eraan dat op 8 december 1980 John Lennon door een waus werd neergeschoten.

Ik moet denken aan zijn prachtige werk, zowel qua tekst als qua muziek. Laat ik twee nummers uit zijn rijke oeuvre kiezen.

John Lennon solo: Working Glass Hero

As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small.
By giving you no time instead of it all.
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.

A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school.
They hate you if you’re clever, and they despise a fool.
Till you’re so fucking crazy, you can’t follow their rules.

A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years.
Then they expect you to pick a career.
When you can’t really function, you’re so full of fear.

A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV.
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free.
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see.

A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

There’s room at the top they are telling you still.
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill.
If you want to be like the folks on the hill.

A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

If you want to be a hero, well just follow me.
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me.

John Lennon als Beatle:

He’s a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man please listen,
You don’t know what you’re missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He’s as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all? 

Nowhere Man don’t worry,
Take your time, don’t hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else,
Lends you a hand.

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man please listen,
You don’t know what you’re missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He’s a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody.

Een lied dat Lennon al lummelend geschreven heeft.