Featured Work - Eleanor Rigby - With A Story!

I was in the 9th grade. It was just another class, in the middle of all the long, usually boring classes.

Our teacher was Mr. Griffin. He was different from the other teachers because he was funny. So, I guess his class was different, but I didn't expect the lesson to go as it did. He plunked a tape player down in the middle of the room and played a Beatles song.

He told us that we were going to figure out the lyrics.

That simple exercise changed a whole lot of things for me because I truly stopped just listening to the music...after breaking it all down...I began studying it.

This song came onto my I-pod this morning as I was working. It's an amazing song.

This one goes out to P.J. Griffin.

Thanks for teaching this particular task.

Eleanor Rigby - Lennon & McCartney

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?