Blackbird

The Beatles

I will eventually get back to the doc GET BACK…

But please allow me to follow my heart down a little rabbit hole, six or seven feet deep, and let some of these Beatles song choose me, without any forethought.

The song of the day discipline generally takes about 15 minutes. I get excited about a song and feel it — I listen to it a few times and react to it with a paragraph or two. If something feels rough about the writing, I will spend about five minutes editing it before posting.

Which brings me to Blackbird — a song I almost don’t want to comment on. From another one of their masterpieces, the WHITE ALBUM. (I wrote about DEAR PRUDENCE back in April)

BLACKBIRD is so unbelievable and timeless and meaningful that I just want to leave the lyrics and link here. I will say that growing up, I thought it was about death and the afterlife. To shuffle off this mortal coil. But it is actually — according to Paul — a civil rights song about the Little Rock Nine. 💔

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise