And Your Bird Can Sing

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Tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me, you don't get me.

You say you've seen Seven Wonders and your
Bird is green
But you can't see me, you can't see me

When your prized possessions start to weigh you down
Look in my direction, I'll be round, I'll be round

When your bird is broken will it bring you down
You may be awoken, I'll be round, I'll be round

You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me, you can't hear me.

Paul looked up from the piece of paper Brian handed him that had John's lyrics. John was snarkily smiling as he tuned his guitar with George, pretending he didn't notice Paul's look of shock.

"Alright, Paul, I need you to get your bass and have a few words with Martin about where to come in, John's already spoken with him," Brian called. Paul looked towards the window where George Martin sipped his cuppa. He nodded and held his finger up, signaling that he'd meet with Martin in a minute. He went up to John, ignoring George and Ringo who were standing on either side of him.

"Nice song, John. Who's it about?"

John looked up at Paul with an innocent face, "D'you interview famous Beatles now?"

Paul chuckled, but there was a hint of irritation behind it, "Just curious. It just sounds like you're telling someone something. I mean if I'm singing it with you, I'd like to know who it's for, yunno?"

John looked annoyed now. He glanced at Ringo then George, they were looking at each other with a confused look on their face. John stood up, "Who do you think it's for, Macca?"

Paul didn't answer.

"Brian asked me to write a song, I did. I'd suggest you talk to Martin about your part, since you will be singing this song with the rest of us." John allowed himself to sound authoritative, the way he used to sound when he was the head of the Quarrymen. Paul threw the paper on the ground and dramatically stormed off to Martin.

After a couple of hours of setting up the music and correcting some notes, they took their first take. Every once in a while between lyrics, John would look at Paul in satisfaction. The entire time, his partner never smiled, never made another comment on the song, and he tried hard as he could to avoid John's menacing stare.