eleanor somebody AH, Look at all the lonely people! AH, Look at all the lonely people! Eleanor Rigby pick up the rice in the church Where a wedding had been, Lives in a dream, Waits at a window, wearing a 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? 000904 ... silentbob dude i SO did not blather this so why is it in my who blathes list? 000904 ... girl_jane Mrs. Lindiman-my 7th grade homeroom and english teacher. She had a watch band every color imaginable to match whatever outfit she happened to be wearing that day. She either plucked or shaved all of her eyebrows and drew them in. Most of the time one would go down farther than the other, but nobody ever said anything to her about it. She made us memorize the prepositions. I don't remember them all though-not even half. 020317 ... lisavilisa not that i discourage randomness, but was that relevant? if not, cool, but if so i'd like to know how. It's my given name, after my grandma, but i always was like "damnit, that's my name-song-whatever". psh at least it's a Beatles song, guess that's better than some love song by a mediocre band with bad vocals 060624 what's it to you? who go blather from