What happens if one of the Paul McCartneys dies?

I think Jessbottles hits the nail on the head,
It’s possible the clues could be eluding to something other than Paul dying.

The clues aren't about Paul dying at all.

Maxwells point about them all being old school pals and not allowing an outsider in is hugely valid. Even if Paul did die and was replaced the recording credits were still listed as Lennon/McCartney, meaning either McCartneys 50% went to his family or the new guy, either way, George and Ringo would still be on considerably less.

Whatever the talent or contribution of the new guy, surely the whole royalty pot would have been up for debate at this point, but it wasn't.

Also, after the end of the Beatles touring days the whole thing becomes the McCartney show, he is the driving force for Sgt Pepper, MMT etc. There is no way the new guy would be given that kind of role.

The funeral scene on the Sgt Pepper sleeve is a memorial to Tara Browne.

I speculate about the relevance of the other Pepper clues in my book and I won't go into them here, suffice it to say, whether I am right or wrong, PID is a smokescreen that only serves to obscure the real meanings behind the clues.

And to answer the question that this thread poses, if Paul McCartney dies - whoever he is - then the whole thing will unravel and begin to reveal itself, there will be no replacement.

Anyone wonder why Geoff Baker suddenly showed up here the other week out of the blue? This whole thing has a time frame and maybe we are getting a bit too close to the truth for comfort and risk blowing that time frame.

I don't know if he is still on the payroll or not but it was a bit weird to say the least.

- i think youre mistaking a hair part for "cow lick". my mother is a woman of hair and will cut it and established a business "hair piece" but no one got the reference so she changed it. you see mother is an expert in these fields. the hair does move about. a shower for instance. i assume you dont have long hair. perhaps you do. a cow lick is like genes but the part isnt. the part is a choice. for instance. hey bulldog. john tries to be the dude from the loving spoonful. then for the white album the parts in the center. for a period all he had was part and no hair.

you people - i notice the hey bulldog similarity but... - there are limits. i have a question: do you really know what any of these people look like?

i want to share something else. once a young woman was observing my testicles. this might seem over the top but it is absolutely true and isnt filthy - testicles arent filthy - inherently. as she pondered what was before he she spoke - the scrotum is moving by itself. nonsense i said. then she filmed it. and you know what? my scrotum WAS psychedelic. we slowed it down and saw what must have been 1000 muscles dancing. totally fluid and not once had i ever considered such a thing. the fruit of love. and it is psychedelic. we werent stoned. no need. see for yourself with a partner. its interesting to hear john and yoko discussing their smile film - they might as well have been describing my scrotum.

if my ball sack can move like that every second paul mcartneys hair can part on the wrong side every now and then. id be embarassed to admit id gotten plastic surgery if i were a man. especially something called botox.

i forgot the cheese.

Possibly, but I am sure there is a grail reference in the line 'Found my way upstairs and drank a cup'.

You are quite right, downstairs it is - I stand corrected.

Maybe it was a Freudian slip. (Why is he being so elusive below Bob Dylan?)

And Seasalt, please tell us you aren't going to post that video in Youtube!

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... mccartney 2. he played all the instruments you know. his eye does rest in a socket. in fact eyes rest in sockets. you dont want your eyes to pop out. but... when paul was beaten by "a truncheon thing" and ended up bloated and blue like a walrus his eyes had popped out. such beautiful imagery. but it masks such a horrible horrible reality. popped out eyes and the image of a dead child with words etched into it's flesh. its this sort of imagery and paranoia that keeps us tied down - theres no need to be the cesspool of the universe. unless you want to be jesus. trapped inside some thought ghetto from which there is no foreseeable escape. trapped. trapped like rats. its a choice to get into that state once youve gotten out of it and recognize it - tradition doesnt out-weigh logic and theres no real equilibrium between the two. as david byrne says: "say something once why say it again?" granted this is from "pyscho killer" so its no the most rational statement. but by traditional standards the phrase "stop making sense" is provoking irrationality and insanity. the world is insane with fetishes no doubt and all the violence and bullshit is directed accordingly. the world isnt necessarily more insane than it has been - its insane in the same ways although now the undertones and overtones are getting reinforcement and the less resonant modes and thoughts and cultures are disappearing. because... "you cannot compell the silence to cease". and theres a spirit that goes along with that thought and that realization. most people read over words and writings have more to do with rhythms and waterfalls. its possible to hypnotise with the written word. its almost impossible not to hypnotise with the written word. especially with blocks of words and sentences with very little space between ideas. no room to organize. thats "the concept" at least. ive bad the experience of reading and noticing i havent understood a single sentence for ten minutes. i was somewhere else in that quasi-dream state. the house of the seven gables doesnt work with the state. it doesnt ask you to put anything into the story. the scene has been set and youre watching - as a voyuer. the vision of a port remains. music is perhaps the only way an insanenperson can express their insanity and let it bleed into the culture and act as a vaccine. like the bacteria "the scabs" are pumping into the boston subway system - or as its affectionately known - something or other but not MBTA because well thats an authority not a place.
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