Eleanor Rigby
(by Paul McCartney)
Aah, look at all the lonely people
Aah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rygby
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?
Aah, look at all the lonely people
Aah, 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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=boc7rnhkLAk
Eleonor Rigby is a poem to me. It was originally called Miss Daisy Hawkins, but Paul McCartney changed it. I read somewhere that he found that more natural. I then tried to find out who this Eleonor might be, and read that Rigby was the name of a boutique that Paul knew, and that Eleonor Bron was an actress in the film Help. It was a bit disappointing to find out that Eleonor Rigby didn't quite exist as a person; on the other hand, it made me see a different side of things and told myself that Eleonor Rigby might actually be us, people we find on the streets, subways, clubs… A beautiful homage to ordinary people."
Oui, décevant, n'est-ce pas ?