It's 2011, the world sucks and music is not like it was.
Beatle girls are restless, always moving in their seats. On the inside, they swirl with emotion.
They want a revolution.
Beatle girls buzz with the optimism of Paul McCartney, they flounce with the long-legged elegance of George Harrison, they enchant with the easy wit of John Lennon, they burst with the open happiness of one Richard Starkey.
They dance in their rooms, hoping that if they spin fast enough, maybe Harrison's Krishna will sweep them up and back into the past to dance with teddy boys at the begginings of rock n' roll.
They don't care if it rains, because rain is just a
nieśmiałe puk-puk. w listopadzie wiadomy koncert i chciałam się zapytać, czy się wybierasz, a właściwie nie wpadłam na inny sposób dorwania Cię niż dA.