Music’s not music. No melody. Thumping stuff with angry or even violent tones, or sugary crap about her latest breakup. No legs. No lifting spirits. Is this what you will hum to bring you a smile 20 years from now?
No heroes. No courage. Incite, pretend to show strength by damaging others. False promises. Bunch of destroyers, no builders. ‘He claims to be able to resolve the very chaos he creates.’ Around and around.
No progress, no vision. Hope is for better, but the picture is cloudy.
Day after day, alone on a hillThe man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly stillBut nobody wants to know him, they can see that he’s just a foolAnd he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his head see the world spinning around
Well on the way, head in a cloudThe man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loudBut nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to makeAnd he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his head see the world spinning ’round
And nobody seems to like him, they can tell what he wants to doAnd he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his head see the world spinning ’round (oh oh oh)‘Round and ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round
And he never listens to them, he knows that they’re the foolsThey don’t like him
The fool on the hill sees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his head see the world spinning ’round
Oh (’round and ’round and ’round and ’round)Oh
The Beatles
