Imagine,John Lennon's most famous song,was recently voted"Britain's favourite song of all time".It's an idealistic song about peace and hope for a better world.
"Imagine all the people living life in peace."The song was a big hit in 1971,and again in 1980 when Lennon was murdered in New York.It became a hit for a third time after the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001.
But who really wrote the song?Until recently the answer to this سوال was always John Lennon.But on a TV programme this week Lennon's wife,Yoko Ono,spoke for the first time about how she,in fact,helped to write the song.
Ono کہا that the idea and inspiration for Imagine came from some of her poems that John Lennon was reading at that time.The poems began with the word"Imagine":"Imagine a raindrop,Imagine a goldfish."Ono said,"When I was a child in Japan during the سیکنڈ World War my brother and I were terribly hungry.I imagined delicious menus for him and he began to smile.If آپ think something is impossible,you can imagine it and make it happen."
In an interview just before he died,Lennon admitted that Yoko deserved credit for Imagine.He said,"A lot of it-the lyrics and the concept-came from her,from her book of poems,imagine this,imagine that".Lennon کہا that he was"too macho"to share the credit with her at the time.
Ono کہا that some of the song was written when they were flying across the Atlantic and the rest was written on the piano in their bedroom at their ہوم in England.Ono said,"The song speaks about John's dream for the world.It was something he really wanted to say."Imagine became a مقبول song for peace activists everywhere.
In March 2002 the airport in his ہوم town of Liverpool was re-named John Lennon Airport.A sign above the main entrance has a line from Imagine:"Above us only sky".
"Imagine all the people living life in peace."The song was a big hit in 1971,and again in 1980 when Lennon was murdered in New York.It became a hit for a third time after the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001.
But who really wrote the song?Until recently the answer to this سوال was always John Lennon.But on a TV programme this week Lennon's wife,Yoko Ono,spoke for the first time about how she,in fact,helped to write the song.
Ono کہا that the idea and inspiration for Imagine came from some of her poems that John Lennon was reading at that time.The poems began with the word"Imagine":"Imagine a raindrop,Imagine a goldfish."Ono said,"When I was a child in Japan during the سیکنڈ World War my brother and I were terribly hungry.I imagined delicious menus for him and he began to smile.If آپ think something is impossible,you can imagine it and make it happen."
In an interview just before he died,Lennon admitted that Yoko deserved credit for Imagine.He said,"A lot of it-the lyrics and the concept-came from her,from her book of poems,imagine this,imagine that".Lennon کہا that he was"too macho"to share the credit with her at the time.
Ono کہا that some of the song was written when they were flying across the Atlantic and the rest was written on the piano in their bedroom at their ہوم in England.Ono said,"The song speaks about John's dream for the world.It was something he really wanted to say."Imagine became a مقبول song for peace activists everywhere.
In March 2002 the airport in his ہوم town of Liverpool was re-named John Lennon Airport.A sign above the main entrance has a line from Imagine:"Above us only sky".
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until آپ hear
The angels sing
Thy blessing
When آپ hear heaven’s
Yell آپ wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was آپ who committed them
And آپ wil burn for sin
آپ are consumed سے طرف کی wretched flames
And through everyones aims
آپ are never hit
Nor bit
سے طرف کی the آگ کے, آگ consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
آپ are consumed سے طرف کی wretched flames
And through everyones aims
آپ are never hit
Nor bit
سے طرف کی the آگ کے, آگ consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until آپ hear
The angels sing
Thy blessing
When آپ hear heaven’s
Yell آپ wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was آپ who committed them
And آپ wil burn for sin
آپ are consumed سے طرف کی wretched flames
And through everyones aims
آپ are never hit
Nor bit
سے طرف کی the آگ کے, آگ consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
آپ are consumed سے طرف کی wretched flames
And through everyones aims
آپ are never hit
Nor bit
سے طرف کی the آگ کے, آگ consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a مثلث of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a مثلث of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them