Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby by Tommy SteeleDecember, 1982
Liverpool, United Kingdom
There is a fine line between solitude and loneliness.
We all have times where we may feel particularly lonely, whether it be in the car while driving from one place to another, hours of sleeplessness, or simply having nothing of note to do on a given day/night. However, I know that I know nothing about going about a continually lonely life.
I love to people-watch, and in doing so I am both calmed and saddened. Too often do my eyes fall upon a person much like Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie. I think of this song more often than the majority of other songs I have been exposed to in my lifetime. It is truly relevant and timeless in that no matter what progress is made, there will always be the Eleanor Rigby's and Father McKenzie's of every town.
Thank you, Paul and John.
Eleanor Rigby was never performed live by the Beatles.
