Buster and I were out for our morning walk today, listening to the iPod
when the Beatles song “I am the Walrus” started to play. I was listening to the
iPod; Buster doesn’t even own one to the best of my knowledge. I have heard “I
am the Walrus” probably a thousand times over the years, but until today I
didn’t really pay much attention to the words. I thought it might be fun to
check it out on the blog. Well, fun for me anyways.
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
Okay, I am already
confused.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
To me, running from
guns just makes good sense, whether you are a person, pig or combination of
both.
I'm crying.
I'm crying.
Just two lines in
John, I’d be crying too.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
The van and
some guys in white coats I’m guessing.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody
tuesday.
I feel that
way about Mondays, but Tuesdays can suck too.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
Does this mean he’s
grown a beard or is he melting?
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I have a buddy who
is a retired eggman.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
You don’t have to
take everything people give you John.
Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
Mister city policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
I tried to stay away from the “Pretty little policemen” when I was
stoned.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
They are more than likely chasing after you for calling them
pretty.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Did you just read the lyrics buddy?
Yellow mother custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
What the Fuck?
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Naughty or nice, it is all in the eye of the beholder.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I wonder if “The Eggmen” was going to be the name of a new band?
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Now your just being silly!
Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.
Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.
Could be a long wait.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the english rain.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the english rain.
Have another toke, John.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
So, that’s six “eggmen” so far.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob.
I thought that Paul was the Walrus. Maybe you are confused, after
all of these goo goo g’joobs
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
It’s not only the joker laughing John.
See how
they smile like pigs in a sty,
Pigs do seem
pretty happy. I guess no knowing about your imminent death will have that
effect.
See how they snied.
See how they snied.
Snied???
I'm crying.
I'm crying.
I’m starting to cry
too, and so are the record execs at Capital Records.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.
Isn’t semolina pasta? Pilchard is a fish I think and neither has anything
to do with the Eiffel tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
I think this is a crack about George.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.
Someone should have
kicked that sick SOB in the ass. I still have nightmares from “The Pit and the
Pendulum”, not to mention “The Tell-Tale Heart”.
I am the eggman, They are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob goo
I am the eggman, They are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob goo
I guess this proves you can write any kind of shit if you are
famous. It’s a good thing that your fan base was perpetually stoned.
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