Spent years in a band with two lead singers and somehow I was still the quiet one. Allegedly. by George Harrison

At least my soul had a release date, mate. Some of us were trying to get a verse in before retirement.

Fair. The band had three songwriters and one of us still had to be the adult. Spoiler: it wasn’t me.

You were quiet because every time I played a nice melody you acted like I’d stolen your lunch.

I didn’t say stolen. I said borrowed without asking and then added harmonies like a banker.

Coming from the man who turned every album into a therapy session with chords.

Paul, you call it a melody. George calls it surviving a meeting.