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The Beatles: The Beatles (White album)

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s

Artist: The Beatles
Title: The Beatles (White album)
Released: 1968
Label: Parlophone Records
Time: 46:24 / 47:16
Producer(s): George Martin, Chris Thomas
Appears with: G.Harrison, J.Lennon, P.McCartney
Category: Pop/Rock
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: Double CD
Purchase date:  1997.11.12
Price in €: 2,00
Web address: www.thebeatles.com

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


Disc 1
[1] Back in the U.S.S.R. (Lennon/McCartney)
[2] Dear Prudence (Lennon/McCartney)
[3] Glass Onion (Lennon/McCartney)
[4] OB-La-Di, OB-La-Da (Lennon/McCartney)
[5] Wild Honey Pie (Lennon/McCartney)
[6] Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill (Lennon/McCartney)
[7] While My Guitar Gentle Weeps (Harrison)
[8] Happiness Is a Warm Gun (Lennon/McCartney)
[9] Martha My Dear (Lennon/McCartney)
[10] I'm So Tired (Lennon/McCartney)
[11] Blackbird (Lennon/McCartney)
[12] Piggies (Harrison)
[13] Rocky Raccoon (Lennon/McCartney)
[14] Don't Pass Me By (Starkey)
[15] Why Don't We Do It in the Road? (Lennon/McCartney)
[16] I Will (Lennon/McCartney)
[17] Julia (Lennon/McCartney)

Disc 2
[1] Birthday (Lennon/McCartney)
[2] Yer Blues (Lennon/McCartney)
[3] Mother Nature's Son (Lennon/McCartney)
[4] Everybody's Got Something to Hide... (Lennon/McCartney)
[5] Sexy Sadie (Lennon/McCartney)
[6] Helter Skelter (Lennon/McCartney)
[7] Long, Long, Long (Harrison)
[8] Revolution 1 (Lennon/McCartney)
[9] Honey Pie (Lennon/McCartney)
[10] Savoy Truffle (Harrison)
[11] Cry Baby Cry (Lennon/McCartney)
[12] Revolution 9 (Lennon/McCartney)
[13] Good Night (Lennon/McCartney)

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


George Harrison - Organ, Guitar, Violin, Bass & Ryhythm Guitar, Tambourine, Vocals
John Lennon - Organ, Guitar, Harmonica, Bass & Ryhythm Guitar, Horn, Saxophone, Tambourine, Vocals
Paul McCartney - Bass, Flute, Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Drums, Bass Guitar, Hammond B3 Organ, Vocals
Ringo Starr - Percussion, Piano, Bongos, Drums, Marimbas, Tambourine, Vocals

Billy Preston - Organ
Derek Watkins - Trumpet
Nicky Hopkins - Piano
Don Lang - Trombone
George Martin - Piano, Horn, Orchestration
Frederick J. Alexander - Cello
Ted Barker - Tuba
Leo Birnbaum - Viola
Leon Calvert - Trumpet, French Horn
Ronald Chamberlain - Saxophone
Jim Chester - Saxophone
Eric Clapton - Guitar
Freddy Clayton - Trumpet
Mal Evans - Trumpet, Tambourine
Jack Fallon - Violin
Ron Hughes - Trumpet
Reginald Kilbey - Cello
Harry Klein - Saxophone
Les Maddox - Violin
Dennis McConnell - Violin
Bernard Miller - Violin
Andy Morris - Trombone, Saxophone
Henry Myerscough - Viola
Raymond Newman - Clarinet
Bill Povey - Trombone
John Power - Trombone
Alf Reece - Tuba
Stanley Reynolds - Trumpet
Pete Shotton - Tambourine
David Smith - Clarinet
Lou Sofier - Violin
Tony Tunstall - French Horn
Dennis Walton - Saxophone
Chris Thomas - Harpsichord, Mellotron

Yoko Ono - Background Vocals
Patti Harrison - Background Vocals
Maureen Starkey - Background Vocals

Richard Hamilton - Design

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Recorded at Abbey Road Studios and Trident Studios, London, England between May and October 1968.
All songs written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney except "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," "Piggies," "Long, Long, Long," "Savoy Truffle" (George Harrison) and "Don't Pass Me By" (Richard Starkey).
THE BEATLES (generally known as "The White Album" because of its cover) was a sprawling two-record set, highlighting the distinct personalities in the group. With the four Beatles playing like session men on each other's songs, the making of the album was fraught with tension. John Lennon's songs included a bitter take on people who read too much into the Beatles' lyrics ("Glass Onion"), reflections on loneliness and alienation ("Yer Blues", "I'm So Tired") and the massive sound collage "Revolution 9."
George Harrison's songs offered black humor ("Piggies") and tender sadness ("While My Guitar Gently Weeps", with Eric Clapton on guitar). Paul McCartney provided both light, lyric songs ("Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da", "Honey Pie"), and rockers ("Back In The U.S.S.R.", the explosive "Helter Skelter"). Ringo Starr made his solo songwriting debut with "Don't Pass Me By" and sang the album closer, "Good Night."




Ranked #8 in NME's list of the `Greatest Albums Of All Time.'

New Musical Express 10/2/93, p.29



In their later recordings, the Beatles largely eschewed the elaborate arrangements and instrumentation of 1967 in favor of returning to the simpler sound of the four-piece band. They did not, however, return to the ensemble style of 1964, rather serving as backup to one of four leaders, depending on who wrote the song. On this sprawling double album, already apparent individual styles gain ascendency; likewise, musical styles are not so much combined as separated out in pastiche form -- the Beach Boys pop of "Back in the USSR," the blues of "Yer Blues," the folk of "Rocky Raccoon," the hard rock of "Birthday," the schmaltzy pop of "Good Night." The musical facility is amazing but also seems near-parodic.

William Ruhlmann, All-Music Guide



By the time the Beatles reconvened to record the followup to Sgt. Pepper, they had already begun to splinter, with each member doggedly pursuing a musical vision that didn't necessarily jibe with the others'. It also didn't jibe with what the group achieved on their groundbreaking 1967 album, either. If the Beatles were consciously trying to distance themselves from the layered, whimsical sound of Sgt. Pepper, they couldn't have done better than The Beatles, also known as the White Album due to its plain white cover. Although it's blessed with the same studio trickery and segued sequencing, none of the songs replicate the sophisticated pop synthesis of that record -- in fact, very few of the songs on the long, sprawling double album sound as if they're full-fledged band efforts. Each song is an entity onto itself, each song tries a different style. There is no internal logic, as there was on Sgt. Pepper -- the White Album simply sprawls forth, touching on anything that it can imagine. For some, particularly fans of the seamless Pepper, this makes for a frustratingly scattershot record, but for other listeners, the White Album is a singularly gripping musical experience. There certainly is filler littered throughout the record, but all the filler has a purpose, contributing to the overall feel of the album. Furthermore, the filler isn't so much filler as it is disconnected ideas, all executed brilliantly and elaborately. No idea, not even the minute-long dissonant rant "Wild Honey Pie" or the simple vamp "Why Don't We Do It In the Road," tis simply thrown away -- it's milked of all of its possibilities. Perhaps this is because each member was so possessive of their own musical ideas that they wanted to devote all their energies to their own track -- it's certainly the reason why the record became a double album, simply because no one had the desire to sort through the material to craft a single record. Then again, the White Album needs to spread out, it needs to have its loose ends and detours, because what is interesting about the album is its sprawl. Never before had a rock record been so self-reflective or ironic about rock -- unlike Zappa, who wore his satire on his sleeve, the Beatles deliver the Beach Boys send-up "Back in the USSR" and the British blooze parody "Yer Blues" straight-faced, so it's never clear if these are affectionate tributes or the wicked satires they are. Also, it's inherently fascinating to hear McCartney develop the charming domesticated tunesmithery ("I Will," "Blackbird," "Mother Nature's Son") that would later distinguish his solo work while Lennon rocks ("Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me and Monkey") and rants ("Revolution 1," "Happiness is a Warm Gun," "I'm So Tired") into his own solo style. That's hardly the extent of their contributions, however. Lennon also turns in two of his best ballads with "Dear Prudence" and "Julia," tscours the Abbey Road vaults to create the musique concrete collage "Revolution 9," tpours on the schmaltz for Ringo's closing number "Good Night," tcelebrates the Beatles cult with "Glass Onion" and, with "Cry Baby Cry," trivals Syd Barrett for British childhood psychedelia. McCartney doesn't reach quite as far with his efforts, simply because he values songcraft too much, but his songs are continually stunning, from the music hall romp "Honey Pie" to the mock country of "Rocky Raccoon," tfrom the ska-inflected "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" to the proto-metal roar of "Helter Skelter." Clearly, the two main songwriting forces of the Beatles were no longer on the same page, but neither were George and Ringo. Lennon & McCartney stuck to the traditional allotment of two Harrison songs per LP, but it's clear from "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," the canned soul of "Savoy Truffle," the haunting "Long Long Long" and even the silly "Piggies" that he had developed into a songwriter that deserved wider exposure. And Ringo, who was allowed to record his first original song ever, turns in a delight with the lumbering, country-carnival stomp "Don't Pass Me By." All of it's impressive on it's own terms, none of it was quite meant to share album space together, but somehow The Beatles (a singularly ironic title, considering the fractured state of the band), creates its own style and sound through its mess. And, in its own way, it was nearly as influential as Sgt. Pepper, since scores of post-punk bands picked up on various threads running throughout the record, and many of the great albums in rock history -- Exile on Main Street, London Calling -- approximated the same great sprawl that makes The Beatles so unique.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All-Music Guide




Better known as the "White Album," this was meant to be the record that brought them back to earth after three years of studio experimentation. Instead, it took them all over the place, continuing to burst the envelope of pop music. Lennon and McCartney were still at the height of their powers, with Lennon in particular growing into one of rock's towering figures. But even McCartney could still rock, and the amazement on "Helter Skelter" was that he had vocal cords at the end. From Beach Boys knock-offs to reggae and to the unknown ("Revolution #9"), this has it all. Some records have legend written all over them; this is one.

Chris Nickson, Amazon.com



Diese neu aufgelegte Version des Klassikers The Beatles von 1968 ist besser bekannt unter der Bezeichnung White Album und sollte die Beatles eigentlich damals nach 3-jähriger Experimentierzeit im Studio wieder auf den Boden der Tatsachen zurückholen. Stattdessen führte es sie überall hin und sprengte alle Grenzen der damaligen Popmusik. Lennon und McCartney waren immer noch auf dem Höhepunkt ihrer Kreativität, wobei besonders John Lennon zu einer der beherrschenden Figuren der Rockmusik aufstieg. Aber auch Paul hatte das Rocken noch nicht verlernt, und es war geradezu ein Wunder, dass er nach "Helter Skelter" überhaupt noch Stimmbänder hatte. Von Rennern der Beach Boys über Reggae bis hin zu nicht so geläufigen Stücken wie "Revolution 9", hier ist einfach alles zu hören. Einige Platten sind zu Legenden geworden; diese gehört dazu.

Chris Nickson, Amazon.de



Das betont schlichte Cover konterkariert die kunterbunte Vielfalt aus Kindergarten-Liedchen wie Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, stürmischen Rock'n'Roll-Reißern, wunderschönen Popsongs, witzigen Kuriositäten und kruden Experimenten - das extremste Beispiel für die genialen Talente von John, Paul, George und Ringo.

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A legendary Beatles recording that defies the very pop music conventions they themselves created, this album is the longest effort by the Fab Four, clocking in at a wild and wonderful 93 minutes. By 1968, the Beatles were less a band than an amalgamation of four rapidly diverging personalities who still made incredible music together. From the airplane sample in "Back in the U.S.S.R." to the musique concrète experimentation of "Revolution 9," The White Album is never less than striking. Despite the presence of sweet tunes like "Blackbird," "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" (which, yes, featured Eric Clapton), and "Dear Prudence," this is a bitter, caustic, and often sardonic recording. "Glass Onion" rips those who misread their songs, "Back in the U.S.S.R." sends up the Beach Boys, and many a self-proclaimed freedom fighter was skewered by "Revolution 1." Even the internal friction is evident: When Harrison, the most serene of the four, wrote, "We all know Obla-Di-Bla-Da/But can you show me, where you are?" in the gourmet-savvy "Savoy Truffle," it was clear that the party was all but over.

Martin Johnson,Barnes & Noble

 L y r i c s


Disc One


Back in the U.S.S.R.

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my mind.

I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm.
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.


Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out and play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
that you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round
Look around round round
Look around

Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?


Glass Onion

I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows.
Looking through the bent backed tulips
To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion.
I told you about the walrus and me-man
You know that we're as close as can be-man
Well here's another clue for you all
The walrus was Paul.
Standing on the cast iron shore-yeah
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet-yeah
Looking through a glass onion.

I told you about the fool on the hill
I tell you man he living there still
Well here's another place you can be
Listen to me.
Fixing a hole in the ocean
Trying to make a dove-tail joint-yeah
Looking through a glass onion.


Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly-girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.
Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi Oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on.

Desmond takes a trolly to the jewellers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones.

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band.

And if you want some fun-take Obladi Oblada.


Wild Honey Pie

Honey Pie,
Honey Pie,
I love you, Honey Pie


The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped in right between the eyes
All the children sing

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

The children asked him if to kill was not a sin
Not when he looked so fierce, his mother butted in
If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him
All the children sing

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?


While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.


Happiness is a Warm Gun

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.

The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.


Martha My Dear

Martha my dear though I spend my days in conversation
Please
Remember me Martha my love
Don't forget me Martha my dear

Hold your head up you silly girl look what you've done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly Girl.

Take a good look around you
Take a good look you're bound to see
That you and me were meant to be for each other
Silly girl.

Hold your hand out you silly girl see what you've done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl.

Martha my dear you have always been my inspiration
Please
Be good to me Martha my love
Don't forget me Martha my dear.


I'm so tired

I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.

I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you'd do

You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind

I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get.


Blackbird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.


Piggies

Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.

Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in.

In their styes with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a damn good whacking.

Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon.


Rocky Raccoon

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that
He said I'm gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon.

Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy.
Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner.

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, Doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better I'll be better doc as soon as I am able.

Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival.


Don't Pass Me By

I listen for your footsteps
Coming up the drive
Listen for your footsteps
But they don't arrive
Waiting for your knock dear
On my old front door
I don't hear it
Does it mean you don't love me any more.

I hear the clock a'ticking
On the mantel shelf
See the hands a'moving
But I'm by myself
I wonder where you are tonight
And why I'm by myself
I don't see you
Does it mean you don't love me any more.

Don't pass me by don't make me cry don't make me blue
'Cause you know darling I love only you
You'll never know it hurt me so
How I hate to see you go
Don't pass me by don't make me cry

I'm sorry that I doubted you
I was so unfair
You were in a car crash
And you lost your hair
You said you would be late
About an hour or two
I said that's alright I'm waiting here
Just waiting to hear from you.


Why don't we do it in the road?

Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?


I Will

Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to--I will.

For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart.

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
You know I will
I will.


Julia

Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia

Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering,
In the sun

Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia

When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia

Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Hum hum hum hum...calls me
So I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia



Disc Two


Birthday

You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.

I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance

You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too--yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.


Yer Blues

Yes I'm lonely wanna die
Yes I'm lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

In the morning wanna die
In the evening wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

My mother was of the sky
My father was of the earth
But I am of the universe
And you know what it's worth
I'm lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

The eagle picks my eye
The worm he licks my bone
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
Lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

Black cloud crossed my mind
Blue mist round my soul
Feel so suicidal
Even hate my rock and roll
Wanna die yeah wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.


Mother Nature's Son

Born a poor young country boy--Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.

Sit beside a mountain stream--see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.

Find me in my field of grass--Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.

Mother Nature's son.


Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey

Come on come on come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on take it easy
Come on take it easy
Take it easy take it easy
Everybody's got something to hide except for me and
my monkey.

The deeper you go the higher you fly
The higher you fly the deeper you go
So come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on make it easy
Come on make it easy.

Take it easy take it easy
Everybody's got something to hide except for me and
my monkey.

Your inside is out and your outside is in
Your outside is in and your inside is out
So come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on make it easy
Come on make it easy
Make it easy make it easy
Everybody's got something to hide except for me and
my monkey.


Sexy Sadie

Sexy Sadie what have you done
You made a fool of everyone
You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie ooh what have you done.

Sexy Sadie you broke the rules
You layed it down for all to see
You layed it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie oooh you broke the rules.

One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along to turn on everyone
Sexy Sadie the greatest of them all.

Sexy Sadie how did you know
The world was waiting just for you
The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie oooh how did you know.

Sexy Sadie you'll get yours yet
However big you think you are
However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie oooh you'll get yours yet.

We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie she's the latest and the greatest of them all.

She made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie.

However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie.


Helter Skelter

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again.

Do you, don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Tell me tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.

Helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter.

Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.

Look out helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter

Look out, cause here she comes.

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
And I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
And I get to the bottom and I see you again

Well do you, don't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.

Look out helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter
Look out helter skelter
She's coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is.


Long, Long, Long

It's been a long long long time,
How could I ever have lost you
When I loved you.

It took a long long long time
Now I'm so happy I found you
How I love you

So many tears I was searching,
So many tears I was wasting, oh. Oh--

Now I can see you, be you
How can I ever misplace you
How I want you
Oh I love you
Your know that I need you.
Ooh I love you.


Revolution 1

You say you want a revolution
Well you know
we all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be alright
Alright Alright

You say you got a real solution
Well you know
we'd all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well you know
We're doing what we can
But when you want money for people with minds that hate
All I can tell you is brother you have to wait
Don't you know it's gonna be alright
Alright Alright

You say you'll change the constitution
Well you know
we all want to change your head
You tell me it's the institution
Well you know
You better free your mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow
Don't you know know it's gonna be alright
Alright Alright


Honey Pie

She was a working girl
North of England way
Now she's hit the big time
In the U.S.A.
And if she could only hear me
This is what I'd say.

Honey pie you are making me crazy
I'm in love but I'm lazy
So won't you please come home.

Oh honey pie my position is tragic
Come and show me the magic
of your Hollywood song.

You became a legend of the silver screen
And now the thought of meeting you
Makes me weak in the knee.

Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic
Sail across the Atlantic
To be where you belong.

Will the wind that blew her boat
Across the sea
Kindly send her sailing back to me.

Honey pie you are making me crazy
I'm in love but I'm lazy
So won't you please come home.


Savoy Truffle

Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.

Cool cherry cream and a nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we're apart
Coconut fudge--really blows down those blues
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.

You might not feel it now
But when the pain cuts through
You're going to know and how
The sweat is going to fill your head
When it becomes too much
You're going to shout aloud
--Creme tangerine.

You know that what you eat you are,
But what is sweet now, turns so sour--
We all know Obla-Di-Bla-Da
But can you show me, where you are?..

Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know its good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle.


Cry Baby Cry

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.

The king of Marigold was in the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the queen
The queen was in the parlour
Playing piano for the children of the king.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.

The king was in the garden
Picking flowers for a friend who came to play
The queen was in the playroom
Painting pictures for the childrens holiday.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.

The duchess of Kircaldy always smiling
And arriving late for tea
The duke was having problems
With a message at the local bird and bee.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark.

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby
Make your mother sigh.

She's old enough to know better
Cry baby cry
cry cry cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.


Revolution 9

(Collection of sound clips)


Good Night

Now it's time to say good night
Good night Sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night Sleep tight
Now the moon begins to shine
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Good night Sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night Sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.

Good night Good night Everybody
Everybody everywhere
Good night.

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