Skeletons Stacked
Haunting spirits underneath and bones placed for miles,
Where I walk needs to be treated, their lives put out in fire.
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Come into the light and look, a fractured skull staring back,
With not even eyes to see, his pile of bones stacked.
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How was the life that ended in decay? But I can’t tell and he can’t say,
What other words would he have used today? It doesn’t matter anyway.
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Left to wither underground, not even speak or make a sound,
The chime of life he can’t hear now, I hope he finds his way somehow.
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-The Catacombs
Moral Of The Story
The Beatles thread these last three pictures together. Penny Lane currently has student housing along and is lined with cars. Paul’s house is also very typical of the area. Lastly the Cavern Club, while internationally famous, started out at some point with bricks. Touring Liverpool and seeing these Beatle related sights left me inspired. And here’s why. These places in all their commemorative power really highlighted one important thing for me; these are normal, everyday, working class places. The Beatles were remarkable however their surroundings unremarkable and their beginings modest. Creating their music and brand took time and effort, and the world opened up for them accordingly, they were young and had no fear. Their attitude and overwhelmingly confidence saw them through to success. Its no different today. These seemingly impossible heights were reached. Just one foot in front of the other.
So dream big.







