J0h4nne - Joanne☮️

rip john lennon you would have loved the smiths

Wild Life (1971)

Mumbo

I don't see any number I don't see an old lady

Bip Bop

Treat me like a good boy Treat me like a man

Love Is Strange

My sweet baby, love is strange Many, many people seem to take it for a game

Wild Life

You're breathing so hot A lot of political nonsense in the air You're making it hard for the people who live in there

Some People Never Know

I'm only a person like you, love And who in the world can be right, all the right time I know I was wrong, make me right

I Am Your Singer

You are my love, you are my song, linger on... You are my one, you are my own melody, You are my song, I am your singer

Tomorrow

Through the week, we beg and steal and borrow Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow

Dear Friend

Dear friend, throw the wine I'm in love with a friend of mine Really, truly, young and newly wed Are you a fool, or is it true?

“I used to pretend I could speak French, because everyone wanted to be like Sacha Distel, or Juliette Greco was actually who you wanted to be like, even though she was a girl, because she had the feel of it all: that French existential thing, they were all in turtlenecks and black and down the bohemian clubs. It was bohemia!”

“So I used to sit around and murmur. It was my Maurice Chevalier meets Juliette Greco moment: me trying to be enigmatic to make girls think, “Who’s that very interesting French guy over in the corner?” I would literally use it as that, and John knew this was one of my ploys.”

—Paul McCartney, Many Years from Now

“I'd always had a fantasy about a woman who would be a beautiful, intelligent, dark-haired, high-cheek-boned, free-spirited artist (à la Juliette Greco).

My soul mate.”

—John Lennon, Skywriting by Word of Mouth

the bi-curious elf would like to hurt you sexually

Good night, Paul.

Say good night, John.

this work of art fascinates me

collages bc why not

thinking about how paul mccartney spent the year 1969 putting the five stages of grief to music and no one even did a welfare check

☆ dreamy

what a hell, of course