Wednesday 20 June 2012

I Am The Walrus

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. 
To me, running from guns just makes good sense, whether you are a person, pig or combination of both.
I'm crying. 
Just two lines in John, I’d be crying too.

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.
 Does this mean he’s grown a beard or is he melting?
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. 
You don’t have to take everything people give you John.

Mister city policeman sitting 
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.
They are more than likely chasing after you for calling them pretty. 
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, 
This shit made you a billionaire?
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
 Naughty or nice, it is all in the eye of the beholder. 
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.
Now your just being silly! 

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. 
Have another toke, John.  
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? 
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.
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.
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.
I think this is a crack about George. 
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 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.

Yeah... I still love it!

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