Devil's Music

John said.

Do you know the lyrics to "Imagine From My Song"? ”

The gun nods and reflects on his lyrics.

[Imagine: Imagine]

Imagine there is no heaven.

It'll be easy to do.

There's no hell beneath us.

There's only sky above us.

Imagine that everyone lives for this day.

Imagine there are no borders.

It's not that hard.

There's no reason to kill or die.

And so is religion.

Imagine everyone living in peace.

You'd say I'm a dreamer.

But I'm not the only one.

I hope someday you'll join us.

And the world will be one.

Imagine you don't have anything.

I doubt you can.

No greed, no hunger.

The brotherly love of humanity.

Imagine everyone in the world together.

You'd say I'm a dreamer.

But I'm not the only one.

I hope someday you'll join us.

And the world will be one.

John looked back at the lyrics in his head and said,

“People say I poured sugar all over my songs for conservatives like Paul McCartney, and I spilled the lyrics of my ideas. Of course, when Paul complimented my song, he said that to me in a bad way. But you know, what if that melody was a difficult, high-fidelity song that wasn't accessible to the public? Do you really think a lot of people could have followed that song and been affected by my ideas? ”

I shaken my head, meaning it's not a gun.

“Of course not. Lyrics are very important in music, but Melody is what the public takes for a first impression. ”

John flicks his fingers.

“Yes, so it's important to capture ideas in songs that are approachable to the public, and it's important to load the lyrics and melodies with feelings that can form empathy. I make such music. This is my own answer to my lifelong devotion to music. ”

John approaches the case and says,

“Of course, I did some experiments. One of my songs is called" Some Time In New York City. ”It's the most profound song I have in mind and I want to say to the public, but the melody line is difficult. Rated the best by critics. But no one remembered the song. I knew better then. ”

John twists his legs as he sits on the couch opposite the case again.

“Gun. I've been through a lot of trial and error, from my first band, the Quarterman, to the Beatles, to the Yokowa album, to the solo album, and I've felt musical despair. Yoko appeared at the moment of my anger at the Beatles, which was my life, and I turned my back on the Beatles with the guilt of dismantling the Beatles because of him. It was all a struggle to get out of my musical despair. ”

John picks up the pie and cuts it off.

“Pie tastes good today. Anyway, so I want you to at least be less lost than I am. ”

The gun closes its eyes and recalls what John said. It seemed like a word to be engraved in my mind and left as a fossil.

John waits quietly for the gun to open his eyes again, thinking it felt something.

When he finally opened his eyes with a slightly brighter look, John smiled deeply and said.

“You must have felt something. My little friend understands. Now it's your turn. What advice do you have for me? ”

The case said with a bright face.

“Mr. Lennon. He was really helpful to me. I'll keep it with me for the rest of my life. You will remain the most musically influential person for me. ”

John shakes his hand with a smile.

“It's an honor. Haha. Don't say anything else. I definitely owe you some advice. This time it's your turn to pay me back. ”

Gun grunts for a while after listening to John. John smiles, eagerly waiting for such a case.

After a while, I asked as if the case had come to mind.

“Mr. Lennon. You said you published“ Some Time In New York City, ”right? So... what year is it? ”

John said, crouching.

“This year? You don't even know what year it is? Interesting.I can't believe there's a human that rides better than me. Yeah, this year is 1980. ”

The case was furious and said.

“Yes? 1980? If it's 1980, it's definitely Mr. Lennon!! What's today's date? ”

John looks back at the calendar with strange eyes.

“Let's wait · · · Yeah, December 8th. What's the matter?"

The gun's face is frozen.

“Two days later, Mr. Lennon. You are not to go outside for another two days. Okay?”

I looked at it as if John was asking me what I meant.

“What are you talking about? Wait, that's your advice? Why are you even looking at the future? What, is there a war going on and there's a missile in New York? ”

The case said urgently.

“It's not like that! You don't have to believe me, Mr. Lennon. Just remember what I told you when you went out two days later. ”

John shakes his head as if he couldn't stop it.

“Okay, okay. I don't know what it is, but I'll keep it in mind. I think I took a swing at you for some reason, but haha. Now that we have Sean to put to bed, should we call it a night? ”

The gun slowly walks out the front door, gazing at John with sad eyes.

“Mr. Lennon. You have to remember what I said. ”

Two days later, John and Yoko finish recording and as he returned home, he died from four gunshots fired by Mark David Chapman, a mentally ill man.

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