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Post by Dr Winston on Dec 20, 2003 21:32:07 GMT 1
NEW YORK CITY. ( 1972 )
Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land, Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel And we found that he was real He sang, "The Pope smokes dope every day" Up come a policeman shoved us up the street Singing, "Power to the people today!"
New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
Well down to Max's Kansas City Got down the nitty gritty With the Elephants Memory Band Laid something down As the news spread around About the Plastic Ono Elephants Memory Band! And we played some funky boogie And laid some tutti frutti Singing, "Long Tall Sally's a man." Up come a preacherman trying to be a teacher Singing, "God's a red herring in drag!"
New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
Well we did the Staten Island Ferry Making movies for the telly Played the Fillmore and Apollo for freedom Tried to shake our image Just a cycling through the Village But found that we had left it back in London Well nobody came to bug us Hustle us or shove us So we decided to make it our home If the Man wants to shove us out We gonna jump and shout The Statue of Liberty said, "Come!"
New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
New York City...back in New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?
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Post by Dr Winston on Feb 4, 2004 10:31:51 GMT 1
I AM THE WALRUS. ( 1967 )
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday. Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister 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 matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun. If the sun don't come, you get a tan From standing in the English rain. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers, Don't you thing the joker laughs at you? See how they smile like pigs in a sty, See how they snied. I'm crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower. Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna. Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob. Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.
Everybody's got one... Everybody's got one...
Umpa Umpa stick it up your jumper...
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Post by Dr Winston on Feb 6, 2004 9:48:17 GMT 1
HOW ? ( 1971 )
How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing How can I go forward when I don't know which way to turn How can I go forward into something I'm not sure of
Oh no Oh no
How can I have feeling when I don't know if it's a feeling How can I feel something if I just don't know how to feel How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied
Oh no Oh no
You know life can be long And you got to be so strong And the world is so tough Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can I give love when I don't know what it is I'm giving How can I give love when I just don't know how to give How can I give love when love is something I ain't never had
Oh no Oh no
You know life can be long And you got to be so strong And the world she is tough Sometimes I feel I've had enough
How can we go forward when we don't know which way we're facing How can we go forward when we don't know which way to turn How can we go forward into something we're not sure of
Oh no Oh no
This is what John said about the song:
Creating is the result of pain, too. I have to put it somewhere and I write songs.
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Post by Dr Winston on Feb 11, 2004 20:04:15 GMT 1
THERE'S A PLACE. ( 1963 )
There... There's a place, Where I can go, When I feel low, When I feel blue. And it's my mind, And there's no time when I'm alone.
I think of you, And things you do, Go 'round my head, The things you said, Like "I love only you."
In my mind there's no sorrow, Don't you know that it's so. There'll be no sad tomorrow, Don't you know that it's so.
There's a place, Where I can go, When I feel low, When I feel blue. And it's my mind, And there's no time when I'm alone.
There's a place...There's a place...There's a place...
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Post by Dr Winston on Jun 23, 2004 12:56:07 GMT 1
I'M A LOSER. ( 1964 )
I’m a loser, I’m a loser,
And I’m not what I appear to be.
Of all the love I have won or have lost, There is one love I should never have crossed. She was a girl in a million, my friend, I should have known she would win in the end.
I’m a loser, and I lost someone who’s near to me, I’m a loser, and I’m not what I appear to be.
Although I laugh and I act like a clown, Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown, My tears are falling like rain from the sky, Is it for her or myself that I cry.
I’m a loser, and I lost someone who’s near to me, I’m a loser, and I’m not what I appear to be.
What I have done to deserve such a fate, I realize I have left it too late. And so it’s true pride comes before a fall, I’m telling you so that you won’t lose all.
I’m a loser, and I lost someone who’s near to me, I’m a loser, and I’m not what I appear to be.
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Post by Dr Winston on Jul 17, 2004 9:50:47 GMT 1
CRIPPLED INSIDE. ( 1971 )
You can shine your shoes and wear a suit You can comb your hair and look quite cute You can hide your face behind a smile One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside
You can wear a mask and paint your face You can call yourself the human race You can wear a collar and a tie One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside
Well now you know that your Cat has nine lives Nine lives to itself But you only got one And a dog's life ain't fun Mamma take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn You can judge me by the colour of my skin You can live a lie until you die One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside
Well now you know that your Cat has nine lives Nine lives to itself But you only got one And a dog's life ain't fun Mamma take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn You can judge me by the color of my skin You can live a lie until you die One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside
One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside One thing you can't hide Is when you're crippled inside
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Post by Dr Winston on Jul 22, 2004 13:40:56 GMT 1
I KNOW ( I KNOW). ( 1973 )
The years have passed so quickly One thing I've understood I am only learning To tell the trees from the wood
I know what's coming down And I know where it's coming from And I know and I'm sorry (yes I am) But I never could speak my mind
And I know just how you feel And I know now what I have done And I know and I'm guilty (yes I am) But I never could read your mind
I know what I was missing But now my eyes can see I put myself in your place As you did for me
Today I love you more than yesterday Right now I love you more right now
And I know what's coming down I can feel where it's coming from And I know it's getting better (all the time) As we share in each other's minds
Today I love you more than yesterday Right now I love you more right now Ooh hoo no more crying Ooh hoo no more crying Ooh hoo no more crying Ooh hoo no more crying
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Post by Dr Winston on Aug 2, 2004 8:45:02 GMT 1
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER. (1967 )
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever
No one, I think, is in my tree I mean, it must be high or low That is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright That is, I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever
Always, no, sometimes, think it's me But, you know, I know when it's a dream I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes, but it's all wrong That is, I think I disagree
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever Strawberry fields forever Strawberry fields forever
(Cranberry sauce)
This is what John said about the song:
'Living is easy with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see.' It still goes, doesn't it? Aren't I saying exactly the same thing now? The awareness apparently trying to be expressed is-let's say in one way I was always hip, I was hip in kindergarten. I was different from the others. I was different all my life.
The second verse goes, 'No one I think is in my tree.' Well, I was too shy and self-doubting. Nobody seems to be as hip as me is what I was saying. Therefore I must be crazy or a genius-'I mean it must be high or low,' the next line. There was something wrong with me, I thought, because I seemed to see things other people didn't see. I thought I was crazy or an egomaniac for claiming to see things other people didn't. I always was so psychic or intuitive or poetic or whatever you want to call it, that I was always seeing things in a hallucinatory way. Surrealism had a great effect on me, because then I realized the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity, that if it was insane, I belong to an exclusive club that sees the world in those terms. (1980)
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Post by Dr Winston on Aug 11, 2004 12:37:29 GMT 1
WHATEVER GETS YOU THRU THE NIGHT. ( 1974 )
Whatever gets you through the night 'salright, 'salright It's your money or life 'salright, 'salright Don't need a sword to cut through flowers oh no, oh no
Whatever gets you through your life 'salright, 'salright Do it wrong or do it right 'salright, 'salright Don't need a watch to waste your time oh no, oh no
Hold me darlin' come on listen to me I won't do you no harm Trust me darlin' come on listen to me, come on listen to me Come on listen, listen
Whatever gets you to the light 'salright, 'salright Out the blue or out of sight 'salright, 'salright Don't need a gun to blow your mind oh no, oh no
Hold me darlin' come on listen to me I won't do you no harm Trust me darlin' come on listen to me, come on listen to me Come on listen, listen
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Post by Dr Winston on Nov 23, 2004 20:10:50 GMT 1
MUCHO MUNGO. (1974)
Mucho mungo, sweet thing, sweetest little thing that I've ever seen Musta been a sweet dream brought you here Brought you through the sorrow and the tears C'est la, c'est la - c'est la vie Sail across the ocean, sail with me
Well, I can see it in your eyes You're a blessing in disguise, there before my eyes Such a beautiful face, as if you came from inner space
And you come with such amazing grace
Mucho mungo, sweet thing, sweetest little thing since sweet sixteen C'est la, c'est la - c'est la vie Sail across the ocean, sail with me
Well, I can see it in your eyes You're a blessing in disguise, there before my eyes Such a beautiful face, as if you came from outer space And you come with such amazing grace
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Post by Dr Winston on Nov 25, 2004 9:42:03 GMT 1
YOU'VE GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY. ( 1965 )
Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feelin' two-foot small.
Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say.
Hey, you've got to hide your love away Hey, you've got to hide your love away.
How can I even try I can never win Hearing them, seeing them In the state I'm in.
How could she say to me Love will find a way Gather round all you clowns Let me hear you say.
Hey you've got to hide your love away Hey you've got to hide your love away
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Post by Dr Winston on Dec 14, 2004 11:40:45 GMT 1
JEALOUS GUY. (1971)
I was dreaming of the past And my heart was beating fast I began to lose control I began to lose control
I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy
I was feeling insecure You might not love me anymore I was shivering inside I was shivering inside
I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy
Whistle...
I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy
I was trying to catch your eyes Thought that you was trying to hide I was swallowing my pain I was swallowing my pain
I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you I'm just a jealous guy, look out babe I'm just a jealous guy, watch out I'm just a jealous guy
This is what John said about the song:
My song, written in India. The lyrics explain themselves clearly: I was a very jealous, possessive guy. Toward everything. A very insecure male. A guy who wants to put his woman in a little box, lock her up, and just bring her out when he feels like playing with her. She's not allowed to communicate with the outside world - outside of me - because it makes me feel insecure.
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Post by Dr Winston on Jan 4, 2005 12:55:37 GMT 1
FREE AS A BIRD. (Demo 1977)
Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird
Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly Like a bird on wings Whatever happened to The life that we once knew
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Whatever happened to The life that we once knew
Hmmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird
Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly Like a bird on wings
Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird
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Post by Dr Winston on Jan 4, 2005 21:33:48 GMT 1
ANY TIME AT ALL. (1964)
Any time at all, Any time at all, Any time at all, All you’ve gotta do is call, And I’ll be there.
If you need somebody to love, Just look into my eyes, I’ll be there to make you feel right,
If you’re feeling sorry and sad, I’d really sympathize, Don’t you be sad, just call me tonight.
Any time at all, Any time at all, Any time at all, All you’ve gotta do is call, And I’ll be there.
If the sun has faded away, I’ll try to make it shine, There is nothing I won’t do.
If you need a shoulder to cry on, I hope it will be mine, Call me tonight and I’ll come to you,
Any time at all, Any time at all, Any time at all, All you’ve gotta do is call, And I’ll be there.
Any time at all, All you’ve gotta do is call, And I’ll be there.
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Post by Dr Winston on Feb 9, 2005 17:27:51 GMT 1
GIRL. ( 1965 )
Is there anybody going to listen to my story, All about the girl who came to stay. She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry, Still you don’t regret a single day.
Ah girl, girl.
When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her, She will turn to me and start to cry, And she promises the earth to me and I believe her, After all this time, I don’t know why.
Ah girl, girl.
She's the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there, you feel a fool, When you say she's looking good, She acts as if it’s understood, She's cool - oh.
Ah girl, girl.
Was she told when she was young the pain would lead to pleasure? Did she understand it when they said, That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure, Will she still believe it when he’s dead?
Ah girl, girl.
Ah girl, girl.
This is what John said about the song:
That's me, writing about this dream girl. The one that hadn't come yet. It was Yoko.
(John Lennon, 1980 )
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