My look at “getaway songs” in recent weeks led me to “Eleanor Rigby” by the Beatles (well, written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney, of course). Living alone myself under Illinois’ “stay-at-home” order, a.k.a. quarantine, suddenly I’m thinking of it more than usual. Here’s my modernized version of the words, with apologies to the great Sir Paul and the late, great John:
Ah, here are all the lonely people!
picks up the trash near the church where no service has been
but on the screen;
Looks out the window,
puts on the mask that she keeps in a jar by the door,
goes to one store.
Where do we all come from?
All the lonely people
Re-writing viral songs.
Writing the words of a sermon that cannot be seen
Without a screen.
Darning his socks in the night ’cause he can’t buy a spare;
What should he wear?
Where did we all come from?
All the lonely people,
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Margaret Serious has a page on Facebook.
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