The Beatles - How Beatlemania Began
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It started in Liverpool, England;
A sound, a feeling, an emotion
It started in Liverpool, England and swept up the youth of the world
And when adults speaking in many foreign languages looked on in awe
Four young boys from a poor British seaport slumtown
Their hairstyle a harmless defiance of convention, their musical style brash
Earned renown which they had never dreamed of and perhaps never really wanted
The Beatles had even picked a name which defied and challenged acceptance
Their very success, ironically, seems to defeat their "I-don't-care" philosophy
But through it all, confused at times, perhaps a little frightened at times, they've clinged to their identity and grown closer to one another
From such romantic sounding, but dank appearing Liverpool clubs as The Cavern or Iron Door, where the smell of sea water mixes with the odor of ciggies, now come the sound-alikes, the singing and screaming junior auxiliaries of Britain's storied angry men
But always upfront: George, Paul, John, and Ringo; a quartet of musical rebellion, who make no effort to charm, but strangely enough, by that very act, charm their most severe critics. And, like pied pipers, their fans are legion, but their cultist reaction a phenomenon
A sound, a feeling, an emotion
It started in Liverpool, England and swept up the youth of the world
And when adults speaking in many foreign languages looked on in awe
Four young boys from a poor British seaport slumtown
Their hairstyle a harmless defiance of convention, their musical style brash
Earned renown which they had never dreamed of and perhaps never really wanted
The Beatles had even picked a name which defied and challenged acceptance
Their very success, ironically, seems to defeat their "I-don't-care" philosophy
But through it all, confused at times, perhaps a little frightened at times, they've clinged to their identity and grown closer to one another
From such romantic sounding, but dank appearing Liverpool clubs as The Cavern or Iron Door, where the smell of sea water mixes with the odor of ciggies, now come the sound-alikes, the singing and screaming junior auxiliaries of Britain's storied angry men
But always upfront: George, Paul, John, and Ringo; a quartet of musical rebellion, who make no effort to charm, but strangely enough, by that very act, charm their most severe critics. And, like pied pipers, their fans are legion, but their cultist reaction a phenomenon
