The Beatles - all the faith you need
Pimpernels for Beatles Fundamentalism
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
Denny Crane: He comes in. I can't fly!
Alan Shore: You're just discovering this?
Denny Crane: Bella and I were headed for Hawaii, I got detained at the airport, they wouldn't let me board!
Alan Shore: Why?
Denny Crane: According to their records I'm a terrorist.
Alan Shore: What?
Denny Crane: That's what they said. A terrorist. Now, Bella's in Hawaii and I'm not. Alan, you've gotta help me.
Alan Shore: Okay.
Denny Crane: Nobody gets away with calling Denny Crane a terrorist.
Alan Shore: What would you like me to do?
Denny Crane: Perfect world? We blow 'em up.
Alan Shore: Short of that?
Denny Crane: Sleep with their wives.
Alan Shore: You can do better.
Denny Crane: Daughters?
Alan Shore: Denny, you're an American! What does any true red-white-and-blue American do when he's been
wronged? Or even slightly put out for that matter?
Denny Crane: He looks at Alan for a moment. We sue! Alan nods affirmatively.
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?