TELL JOHN AND GEORGE (WE SAID HI)
(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)
We were raised in the church of Beatle,
saved by rock and roll.
By the time we finally met we were
twenty-four years old and your band was called The Shouts.
Ours was so lame, let’s leave it out.
Right hand rhythm strumming
straighter than John Wayne.
Angel-voice high tenor
roaring in the April rain, back in ‘87?
Hard to believe, this place was heaven.
Eyes all full of empathy,
heart full of fat guy pain.
Songs all truth and beauty,
melody pure and plain, just like you,
now what are we to do?
Breaks your heart open wide:
tell John and George we said hi.
Before this place was Pottersville,
it was a lovely Bedford Falls.
Only laughter ringing out in the streets,
did we smell the coming fall in that sweet August rain?
This won’t be coming around again.
It’s 2am at the Patio, and
I sure ain’t driving home.
Quest’s got the low-end kicking, you’re
Bob On This now, rockin’ to the bone, man
it’s louder than hell,
ears buzzing the next day.
Wow, you girls still look good,
how we love our neighborhood.
Breaks your heart open wide:
tell John and George we said hi.
Sometime in the Zero’s,
we got together to sing,
your house, right around lunchtime,
you were watching the kids, man
you loved being a Dad.
Best gig you ever had.
You had worked all night in that halfway house
or sang four hours straight in some bar.
It went easier when you were boozing, but
now you remember it all and don’t
lose the next day.
Those kids always want to play.
Breaks your heart open wide:
try to guess a reason why
it’s all indeed Hello, Goodbye.
Tell John and George we said hi
Copyright 2014, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
Matt Price: drums.
Dietrick Klooster: bass.
Connor Gehlert: twin-harmony George slide guitar.
Michael Beck: quad-tracked Gong.
TB: piano, acoustic guitars, vox.
