John stated he wrote the song that turned into past analysis for the simple purpose that John did not need it to make any experience at all. The entire purpose of the music, consistent with John, become to confuse, befuddle, and mess with the Beatles professionals. The phrases failed to imply a lot. , component was written at some stage in some other acid ride the next week, and part 3 become "filled in after [he] met Yoko." The track's basic rhythm was definitely inspired via a police siren. John heard an oscillating siren blaring in his community, and this beat served as the simple beat for the complete track. Needing a bit for the tune's middle segment, John asked his vintage pal Pete to don't forget a "unwell" schoolboy poem the 2 used to recite collectively. Pete dredged up the antique lyrics:
"Yellow matter custard, green slop pie,
Dripping from a dead canine's eye,
Slap it on a butty, ten foot thick,
In that e-book, Carroll blanketed the poem "The Walrus and the Carpenter." John, continually the most political Beatle, had it "dawn on" him that the poem changed into Carroll's comment on "the capitalist and employee system."
It wasn't until later that John found out that the walrus changed into "the awful man" within the poem and that he should have called the song "I am the Carpenter."
"But that wouldn't have been the identical, would it not?" admitted John. Who Was the
I Am the Walrus
The Beatles
I am he as you're he as you are me
And we are all collectively
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come back
Corporation T-blouse, silly bloody Tuesday
Man you've got been a naughty boy
You let your face develop long
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Mr. City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow count number custard
Dripping from a lifeless canine's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've got been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the egg guy
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun do not come you get a tan
From standing within the English rain
I am the egg man (How do you do sir?)
They are the egg men (The guy continues a fortune)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Expert, texpert choking people who smoke
Don't you believe you studied the joker laughs at you (Ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you must have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
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