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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 state of mind. It rains in England, you know, all the time, and that's where they're from

The Cavern is their temple, Liverpool their mecca, Anthology their bible; where they worship trippy guitar lines and love songs and four boys with long hair who rocked the entire world to its core.

Girls who listen to The Beatles fly like blackbirds, following the girl with kaleidoscope eyes to where ever love is. They live by jai guru deva om, and they know that all things must pass. When they come together, every little thing sizzles with the electricity of kindred spirits.

Beatle Girls live for music. When nothing makes sense, they know to turn on those four beautiful, amazing boys and everything (including blue meanies) will go away. Because, even when life is difficult, they're assured in the knowledge that John, Paul, George and Ringo will always pull them through. They've lived through these boys. And they know that as they close their eyes for the last golden slumber, everything will be alright becuase the sun will always rise, and there will always be Beatle Girls to follow it.

Description
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 state of mind. It rains in England, you know, all the time, and that's where they're from

The Cavern is their temple, Liverpool their mecca, Anthology their bible; where they worship trippy guitar lines and love songs and four boys with long hair who rocked the entire world to its core.

Girls who listen to The Beatles fly like blackbirds, following the girl with kaleidoscope eyes to where ever love is. They live by jai guru deva om, and they know that all things must pass. When they come together, every little thing sizzles with the electricity of kindred spirits.

Beatle Girls live for music. When nothing makes sense, they know to turn on those four beautiful, amazing boys and everything (including blue meanies) will go away. Because, even when life is difficult, they're assured in the knowledge that John, Paul, George and Ringo will always pull them through. They've lived through these boys. And they know that as they close their eyes for the last golden slumber, everything will be alright becuase the sun will always rise, and there will always be Beatle Girls to follow it.