Dot Rhone

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This is the only track that I will comment on because it deserves explanation.
Dorthy Rhone was Paul McCartney's first love. Everyone called her Dot. As the story goes Paul got her pregnant and his dad wanted him to quit the Beatles and marry her....these were the Hamburg days.
Paul was about to pop the question but she had a miscarriage and they split up shortly after. So this song is from his point of you looking back on this broken romance. Paul would have been a cool english teacher.


What might have been will never be.
But you know you have a friend in me.

You were a diamond in the rough
but this young boy couldn’t see.

Raced for the world that was to come.
Let down your hair and use your comb.
Dot Rhone.

Bang boom the big bass drum again.
You thought the music wouldn’t end.

On a lonely avenue
I had to tell you we were through.

You’re not forgotten from my mind.
Your love was always strong and kind.
Dot Rhone.

Like a light house on a hill
Your light is shining still.

Ba ba blinded by flashbulbs in my brain.
Ta Ta traded our love in for the fame.

Now I know that love is not a game.
Oh no.
Now everyone will know your name.
Dot Rhone.

Dum diddy adda dum diddy adda.
Dum diddy adda dum diddy adda.
Dum diddy adda dum diddy adda.


from Falling In Dreams, released June 26, 2012
Drew Cole: lead & background vocals, guitars.
Mark Johnson: background vocals, guitars, keys.
Mixed by Mark Johnson & Drew Cole.
Mastered by Mark Johnson
Songs By Drew Cole & Mark Johnson
Produced by Mark Johnson and Drew Cole


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