Paul McCartney. You know. That bloke in the Beatles. Yellow Submarine. All that stuff. After the Beatles went their separate ways he didn't hang around. Imagine the pain. But he didn't well on that. He knew this is what he did.
Paul McCartney is sparse. And pure. And recognisably Macca. It howls at the moon and looks into the darkness and whispers sweet nothings, It's rather pure.
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