freddyfazbeatles
the girl with kaleidoscope eyes
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The Beatles during their flight from London, England to Paris, France | 20 June 1965
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John Lennon and Paul McCartney behind the scenes of Magical Mystery Tour (1967)
FNAF 2
I've had this drawing idea for 2 months now. Now I've decided to do it traditionally with gouache colours (Watercolour like colours)
The whole movie is like this.
THE BEATLES: GET BACK (2021): John + George (ep. 3)
🪲 the beatles during the abbey road photoshoot (august 8th, 1969)
love vampire horror films from the 1930s & 40s. fog machine being PUT TO WORK. prop bat BOUNCING ON A STRING. organ being played with MENACING NOTES. set design of GIANT COBWEBS & REAL BUGS. peak DERANGED ACTING from actors with a THEATRE BACKGROUND. RATS RATS RATS. who is doing it like they did.
1969: "Come Together/Something" promotional poster.
thinking about how during the filming of the return of the vampire (1943) bela lugosi invited nina foch to his house for a late night dinner & when she arrived there was not a single light on the property except for a few candles alight in the dining room & she was like damn he dracula fr
me (making small talk at the bar): yeah so i'm an undead creature of the night who subsists on the blood of the living. it's whatever i try not to make a big deal out of it. but just out of curiousity would any of you guys be like. into that. sexually
paul: if we put the songs in a certain order we can weave a narrative thread
john, literally twirling his hair: haha and it's like we're lovers and in love and the songs are all about us and our love
The Beatles, August 25, 1967.
Paul McCartney in “The Ballad of John and Yoko” by the Beatles (1969)
The Beatles: Get Back (2021) Directed by Peter Jackson
Scottish Winds
The night was a midnight blackness when you slowly opened your eyes and gently turned your head to the side.
She slept peacefully beside you, curled in her rhythmical breathing as you watched her in the darkness for a moment.
Her blonde tressles crowned her sleeping mind, and suddenly she too was awake and met your eyes.
You bent to kiss her cheek and she closed her eyes in pleasing comfort. Soon she fell back into her dreams of your love.
You sat up and lit a ciggarette and listened to the screaming Scottish winds threatening at your door. It howled and monstrously beat at a distant gate in the farm yard.
The tiny red fire of your ciggarette moved with you into the other room where Heather and the baby huddled together under thick woolen blankets. You stood watching them a few minutes until the thrashing of the wind interrupted your silent thoughts.
You angrily stubbed out your ciggarette in the sink and peered out the window for an instant at the annoying pestilence until you noticed your wife standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
She looked concerned and tired as you reached for her and closed the door. She traced your bearded jaw with her slender finger before you leaned to kiss her silent mouth.
Together you layed your weary minds down and she felt your heavy sigh trouble her heart.
“They’d better not come back tomorrow,” you whispered as she stretched her fingers across your hand.
There were no more words, no more ciggarettes, no more sighs or heartless windhowls- only the steady pulse of you lover’s heart and the blackness of a sleeping night.
- A poem by Paul McCartney, circa 1970 (via Paul McCartney, The Lyrics)
