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Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
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“I have always loved the song 'Eleanor Rigby' but never thought I would take a shot at redoing it. It's a tall order to tackle one of the great classics, I feel. This lyric style has always spoken to me - very character driven and quirky. When it came time to record the song, I had been listening to a lot of Marlena Dietrich and the German burlesque era stuff, so I went to my friend Jonathan Yudkin to record it with me at his house. He plays every single instrument on the track. We slowed it down and put a slinky burlesque or French cafe type vibe.” — Jewel on Howard Stern's Website
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