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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsJohn Lennon died on this day in a hail of gunfire
Shot four times in the back by a guy who had enough documented mental health issues to disqualify anyone in a normal society, by a guy who came to New York with a gun in his possession and murder on his mind but then found that he could not buy ammunition in New York. He then went to Georgia and acquired it from a freind who was a police officer. The gun and the bullets that killed John Lennon.
John Lennon left behind an indelible legacy of music that evoked a range of emotions. Songs like "Real Love" (with the Beatles), "Jealous Guy" and "Imagine," to name a few, were a testament to his musical genius.
John's last day:
The day afterwards when talking with my dad he, never a reasonable man, said "maybe it's time to do something about guns in this country".. He was a hard core gunner, Republican racist through and through.
Also, when someone wanted to kill a Beatle in England,where in the entire country guns are banned, someone tried to stab George Harrison. he lived through the attack, John did not.
hifiguy
(33,688 posts)on Monday Night Football, which I always watched.
I was devastated and will never forget that moment.
napkinz
(17,199 posts)Dyedinthewoolliberal
(15,922 posts)ghostsinthemachine
(3,569 posts)God is a Concept by which we measure our pain
I'll say it again
God is a Concept by which we measure our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in Tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in Kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me, Yoko and me, and that's reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the dreamweaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the walrus
But now I'm John
And so, dear friends,
You'll just have to carry on
The dream is over
ghostsinthemachine
(3,569 posts)"Working Class Hero"
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function, you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and T.V.
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
LiberalElite
(14,691 posts)the next morning. I was so shocked I thought, "Which John Lennon?"
ghostsinthemachine
(3,569 posts)Lyrics
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
Snobblevitch
(1,958 posts)while watching Monday Night Football (I was young, I don't watch much football anymore).
A few days later I was surprised to see a photo in my local newspaper of Mark David Chapman, an unknown girl, and another young man. The third guy was from my hometown and I knew him from the YMCA. Interestingly, three years later, I met and had my photograph taken with Howard Cosell (ok he was old but he had a weak handshake, maybe because eveyone was always trying to shake his hand).
HeiressofBickworth
(2,682 posts)I thought it was to wish me a happy birthday -- my birthday being the next day. No, no wishes for a happy birthday, just the question "has John Lennon really been shot?" I wasn't watching TV or listening to the radio so I didn't know. I turned on the TV and waited for the news. Sad times.