Lying about in the godamn destruction of the finest group of musicians ever assembled, Paul McCartney's first solo album rested in the rubble denying the dust that shakes ego to its roots. In the cataclysm that befell Camelot, Sir Paul never wavered and his undying love prevailed all of its glorious dynasty and now afforded bittersweet independence. Never did his eyes shake to the constant of human dignity that shored up his fellow destructive angels. Who really knows the pace of insanity that birthed its wretched head amongst the tired ruin, let alone the pace of responsibility that beckoned our lonely modern day saints into giving up. Blame is a bastard, and I may only lie baked with thanksgiving to this freedom loving phoenix. Yes we was lonely, but now we're fine all the while!
THAT WOULD BE SOMETHING (1970)
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