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Penny Lane
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In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
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In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentation
a subtle use of vocal harmony
acoustic rhythm piano
a light swing groove
intricate melodic phrasing
a busy horn section
a clear focus on recording studio production
thru composed melodic style
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
melodic songwriting
brass instrument solos
a dynamic male vocalist
upbeat lyrics
a mid-tempo swing feel

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Beatles 1
2000

1967-1970
1973
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
In summer meanwhile back
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Very strange
I sit and meanwhile back
Songwriters: John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
The little children laugh at him behind his back
Publishers: SONY BEATLES LTD, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Wet beneath the blue suburban skies
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain
I sit and meanwhile back in
It's a clean machine
Very strange
She is anyway
A four of fish and finger pies
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
And all the people that come and go
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
And though she feels as if she's in a play
Stop and say hello
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
And the fireman rushes in from the pouring rain
Penny Lane
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
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