Originally Posted by
juicefree20
You wanna hear sad? Ok, I'll give you sad. While cloaked by music that's somewhat peppy, the lyrics of this song simply paint a picture of one sad existence. Rather than post the lyrics, I'll basically give my particular synopsis of the song.
"Eleanor Rigby" - The Beatles
It seems as though Eleanor toils in the church, lonely, alone & underappreciated by all. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, she has to suffer the indignity of sweeping the rice off of the floor from the weddings of others. Poor Father McKenzie seems to have a problem with keeping his socks in tact & has the thankless jobs of darning his own socks & writing some pretty cool sermons that no one will hear,
Hell, no one comes near.
That is unless it's to torture Eleanor by having her witness yet another damn wedding that won't be hers. Which means that yet again, she'll be sweeping yet more rice off of the floor. Adding to her angst is the reality that while there are poor children suffering with hunger, she must throw perfectly good Uncle Ben's rice into the trash.
One dark & foggy eve [[and with a life like hers, what other kind of night could there possibly be?) Eleanor died in the church. My suspicion is that she likely died of a bad reaction from all of the of the rice dust that she'd swept up all of those years while wearing no protective mask. Eleanor was buried, suffering further indignity by being buried with her name & just like Sonny LoSpeechi said, "Nobody cares kid!", because nobody came, not even one of those hundreds of rice throwing bastards who threw all of that rice that she had to sweep up had the decency to make an appearance.
Meanwhile due to attrition & the down-sizing/outsourcing of poor Eleanor, Father McKenzie has yet more burdens placed upon him, having to both bury Eleanor & most likely facing a future of also having to sweep up the rice that was in poor Eleanor's job description. He also must bear the burden that while burying Eleanor, not one soul was saved, likely launching him into self-loathing, or worse.
"Where do they all come from" indeed! A pox on them all, the ingrates!!!
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