Hey Jude,
this podcast was recommended to me by Eleanor Rigby. Listening makes me want to Twist and Shout due to the pure elation that this brings me day after day. I listen to this podcast Eight Days A Week — sometimes while traversing the Strawberry Fields Forever, or maybe when I’m wandering Penny Lane, or maybe even when I become a Day Tripper and head down to the boardwalk to bask in the tranquility of the scenery around the Yellow Submarine. Sometimes after A Hard Day’s Night I’ll give this a listen to drown out my desperate pleas of Help! that my loneliness brings While My Guitar Gently Weeps. At the end of every episode though, my trepidations are erased and I can confidently say, I Feel Fine again.
When I consider all the podcasts In My Life, this is one that I can truly say would have proudly graced the airpods of myriads of the exquisite citizenry Back in the U.S.S.R.. The content is more powerful than All My Loving and could help us all Come Together, Across The Universe, and say I Want To Hold Your Hand. Whatever problems plague the world, the hosts have taught me that We Can Work It Out - just maybe With A Little Help From My Friends.
When I’m Sixty-Four, I hope to still be faithfully having my ears serenaded by this podcast. For No One can quite capture that feeling of Yesterday like this one. Oh! Darling, what a beauty. I tried listening to another podcast (I Should Have Known Better) because I Saw Her Standing There and after listening, I told her, Can’t Buy Me Love! Because there is Something special about this particular one, And I Love Her. And so does the Blackbird.
uh oh, Here Comes The Sun. I must be off now, my friends. I need to Get Back to The Long and Winding Road.
From Me To You, Please Please Me and give this podcast a listen. Don’t Let Me Down.
Hello, Goodbye.
