If Anyone Was The Fifth Beatle, It

When A War Is Over I Think It's A Cowardly Thing To Leave The War Behind You In Minefields That Hit Women And Children And The Most Vulnerable. Imagine The War Is Finished And You Go To Work And There Are Snipers Shooting At You. Imagine Taking Your Kids To The Beach And You Find That The Beach Is Blowing Up Beneath You. Like There's Nowhere Safe.

Ebony And Ivory Live Together In Perfect Harmony, Side By Side On My Keyboard Piano, Oh Lord, Why Don't We?

George Wrote Taxman, And I Played Guitar On It. He Wrote It In Anger At Finding Out What The Taxman Did. He Had Never Known Before Then What Could Happen To Your Money.

You See, My Mother Was A District Nurse Until She Died When I Was 14, And We Used To Move From Time To Time Because Of Her Work.

A Hundred Years From Now, People Will Listen To The Music Of The Beatles The Same Way We Listen To Mozart.