Songs By The Beatles
The following are songs performed, recorded, and/or written by The Beatles. I’ve listed them in no particular order and didn’t add any words of my own, only punctuation. There are 230+ song titles listed, but if you can think of any that I might have missed, please leave a comment and let me know. Once again, they are listed in no particular order. They’re just song titles by a really awesome band. Maybe this will help sum up the Sixties for you...
Love of the Loved
I got a woman, now and then (I’ve got a feeling she’s a woman). You’ll be mine, woman, with a little help from my friends. It won’t be long, ask me why. Because happiness is a warm gun. A hard day’s night what goes on the night before the word ‘birthday.’ Yes, it is. Too much monkey business. Everybody’s got something to hide, except me and my monkey. If I fell, I’m only sleeping. I’m so tired. Your mother should know... Good night, ain’t she sweet? I saw her standing there. “Please, Mr. Postman. Please please me,” She said. She said, “Oh! Darling. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da! Hey-hey-hey-hey! Hey bulldog. Roll over, Beethoven. Twist and shout. You know what to do. I am the Walrus. Hold me tight.” Help! Octopus’s garden, savoy truffle, old brown shoe---rip it up, tip of my tongue. Long, long, long Norwegian wood, what you’re doing---hippy hippy shake, here, there, and everywhere---it’s all too much. Shake, rattle, and roll across the universe. Two of us come together, like lover’s do. A beginning revolution. Things we said today? I, Me, Mine---words of love.
Honey Pie, do you want to know a secret? I want to tell you. I call your name. It’s only love, something that means a lot. All you need is love, and I love her. Hallelujah, I love her so! I should have known better. Tell me why she came in through the bathroom window?! Wait, we can work it out. She’s leaving home one after 9:09. Drive my car, it’s for you, come and get It. Ticket to ride, Magical Mystery Tour. Don’t pass me by for no one, Honey, don’t. There’s a place---Penny Lane, Memphis, Tennessee---I’m down the long and winding road. Act naturally. Don’t let me down, Eleanor Rigby. I need you. Got to get you into my life, girl. I will dig it, wild Honey Pie. Tomorrow never knows what’s the new Mary Jane. When I get home, why don’t we do it in the road? Fixing a hole? I’m happy just to dance with you. From me to you, dig a pony and your bird can sing. I’ll get you a taste of honey. Love you to lend me your comb, Lady Madonna. I’ll keep you satisfied. I’m talking about you. I want you. I want to hold your hand. Komm gib mir deine hand! I wanna be your man. You’ve really got a hold on me junk. No reply? Hello? Goodbye. I’m a loser. I’ll cry, instead. I’m gonna sit right down and cry. Cry, baby, cry. I lost my little girl. Crying, waiting, hoping. Rain misery. Lonesome tears in my eyes. Let it be cayenne. I’ll be on my way, little child. You won’t see me, Mr. Moonlight. Day tripper, I’ll follow the sun. Here comes the sun, the inner light. Good day, sunshine. Golden slumbers, good morning. Good morning, carnival of light. Take good care of my baby, Sun King. When I’m sixty-four, don’t bother me, not a second time. If I needed someone in my life, baby, it’s you.
Martha, my dear, get back yer blues if you’ve got trouble, for you blue every little thing bad to me helter skelter. I’m looking through you, glass onion. Run for your life, Rocky Raccoon. Yesterday, being for the benefit of Mr. Kite, three cool cats watching rainbows eight days a week, searchin’ sweet little sixteen piggies step into love... Tell me what you see, doctor. Robert Maxwell's silver hammer? Strawberry fields forever? September in the rain? A world without love? Don’t ever change the continuing story of Bungalow Bill. You can’t do that, bad boy. To know him is to love him.
Teddy boy, you’ve got to hide your love away nowhere, man. How do you do it? Think for yourself a day in the life. You’re a rich man, the Sheik of Araby back in the U.S.S.R. You never give me your money, taxman. Lucy in the sky with diamonds can’t buy me love. Flying money, sure to fall, any time at all, boys. All things must pass within you, without you commonwealth.
Julia, Anna, Michelle---all together now. All for love. Everybody’s trying to be my baby. All I’ve got to do? Another girl.
Sexy Sadie---Thank you, girl. You like me too much, in spite of all the danger.
Lovely Rita---Not guilty! Baby’s in black. Free as a bird from a window, blue jay way.
Dear Prudence “Devil In Her Heart” Maggie Mae---I got to find my baby chains. Carry that weight!
Long Tall Sally---Hello, little girl. Getting better? I forgot to remember to forget I feel fine…
Mean Mr. Mustard---Leave my kitten alone, madman.
Polythene Pam---Till there was you, nothin’ shakin’ all my loving young blood. I don’t want to spoil the party, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. You know my name (look up the number).
Her Majesty, Clarabella---I’ve just seen a face. I’ll be back Christmas time.
Hey Jude, Mother Nature’s son---You’re going to lose that girl. She loves you.
Dizzy Miss Lizzy---Keep your hands off my baby yellow submarine.
A shot of Rhythm and Blues, Rock and Roll music, real love carol, only a Northern song---Hiroshima sky is always blue while my guitar gently weeps the ballad of John and Yoko Matchbox.
P.S. I love you. I don’t want to see you again.
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