Imagine
Imagine
John Lennon
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
John Lennon
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
posted by malan breton at 12:34 AM
3 Comments:
I love that song. Every year at my school they always play a little 9/11 memorium video and that song plays . . it always makes me tear up a bit. Such a powerful song.
Interestingly, my father met John Lennon on the Lower East Side where he worked in 1978. He came home and sat at the kitchen table in silence after he told me. Back then, FOX network was WYNY and showed “Yellow Submarine” religiously the night before Thanksgiving. (He and I loved the Blue Meanies.) I had only begun to realize that those cartoon people were actually real. The Beatles meant a lot to him. We were both shattered upon hearing of Lennon’s murder on that snowy December night in 1980. I was 8, and Dad was 43. “Double Fantasy” hit No. 1 within weeks. One year later, he called my school to say I wouldn’t be coming in that day. We took the B train into the City (as NYers say) and went to the Strawberry Fields dedication. We held candles, hands, played guitars, and sang Beatles songs. The mixture of grief and togetherness was overwhelming, but I consider it one of the most important days of my life. To this day, “Imagine” strikes a tender chord inside me.
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