MEMORY ALMOST FULL

Paul McCartney's latest solo album Memory Almost Full is probably pretty unmemorable in musical terms (I say probably because let's face it, I'm not a musician by any stretch of the imagination).

It sounds like something he and a couple of friends put together one night in his basement in Liverpool when they had nothing better to do and the Guinness had run out. But then I guess forty plus years after he and John Lennon hit the top of the charts with She Loves You, the maestro could be singing nursery rhymes off-key and he'd still sell a million.

Having said all that, I reckon there's a gem among all the mediocrity on this album. It's called The End Of The End. I don't know if Sir Paul has been contemplating his own mortality or what, but if attending my funeral is in your plans for the (distant) future, please be sure someone at some point plays this song.

Here's what it says -

At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And this wasn't bad
So a much better place
Would have to be special
No need to be sad

On the day that I die
I'd like jokes to be told
And stories of old to be rolled out like carpets
That children have played on
And laid on while listening to stories of old

At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And a much better place
Would have to be special
No reason to cry

On the day that I die
I'd like bells to be rung
And songs that were sung to be hung out like blankets
That lovers have played on
And laid on while listening to songs that were sung

At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And a much better place
Would have to be special
No reason to cry
No need to be sad
At the end of the end