In any case, the Beatles' song content declined in spirit. Love songs were replaced with songs of free sex, transient love affairs, stealing women, depression, betrayal, class-consciousness, isolation, family breakdown, accusation, blame and all those poetic things. Then came intoxication and aestheticized nihilism in Lennon, and nostalgic yearning to go home in McCartney. Get Back, The Long and Winding Road, Yesterday, She's Leaving Home, Fixing a Hole, Honey Pie, Back in the USSR, Let It Be, etc. etc. Naturally each tried to have the other see it their way, and they fell apart.
Living is easy in ignorance.
Let me seduce you. You can't communicate with me, but what the hell, I'll suspend judgement. Let me seduce you. You have concepts about who I am, but they are illusory. On my street is a barber With photographs of all his customers Whom he loves.