sweet bird of paradox

You are here
I’m stepping out
Scared, cold turkey
I’m moving on
Bless you New York City

Isolation, intuition
Just like starting over
Nobody told me
Surprise, surprise
Sweet bird of paradox

Love, oh, my Love
Out of the blue
God, I’m losing you
Gimme some truth
Nobody loves you
When you’re down and out

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Stitched nineteen song titles from Lennon’s solo years. Uncertain if it makes any sense, I just like to play with words. And it’s his birthday today, hence the relevance. I’m currently drowning in this song, an acoustic take of “Nobody Loves You (When You’re Down And Out)”. 9 is a lucky number!

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