Different ideas had been talked about, that we could do the background music or even write a new song or something, but this became the perfect vehicle because we always had a thing between the four of us that if any one of us wasn't in it, we weren't going to get kind of Roger Waters and go out as the Beatles, so therefore the only other person who could be in it was John.
Only the fact that people have written about the reissue have I realized that it spent seven weeks at No. 1. At the time I did it, I can't remember even taking any notice of it.
As far as I'm concerned, there won't be a Beatles reunion as long as John Lennon remains dead.
America has everything, why should they want us.
Love one another (His last words)
After all we did for Britain, selling that corduroy and making it swing, all we got was a bit of tin on a piece of leather.
I picture John physically as someone youthful who made a lot, but I feel him more as an energy, more metaphysically.
There are some funny songs, there are some songs that we didn’t even remember. I heard this song that Ringo is singing, I still don t know the title of it, but it is got the most amazing lyrics and it s a quite a good production. And quite a good tune. I don't recall what it was, but the words are just like ridiculous. There is a song of mine they have found, in some small reel in a cupboard or in a drawer somewhere. People have written about this song, but I have no recollection of ever doing it. It must have been something where I had a song, got to the studio and by the sound of it, sounds just like me playing electric guitar and Ringo playing the tambourine. So, the only thing I can imagine was that I played the song and the engineer was recording it, and this I wouldn’t even have said it was a demo, it hadn’t even got to the demo stage, it has nothing else on it. But because it is kind of 30 odd years old, it now has some importance.
There'll come a time when all of us must leave here, then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you. As nothing in this life that I've been trying could equal or surpass the art of dying. Do you believe me?
Sunrise doesn't last all morning, a cloudburst doesn't last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It's not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.