tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699293373755264330.post7237237968682406773..comments2023-03-25T10:00:09.691-04:00Comments on kinde words: Me eithertroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846187742319627525noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699293373755264330.post-29325047215783554012009-01-15T14:48:00.000-05:002009-01-15T14:48:00.000-05:00Tonto! I had no idea! You mean all this time we co...Tonto! I had no idea! You mean all this time we could have been talking about whether the Yellow Submarine album was underrated instead of sacrificing those soldiers while Jim Morrison mocked our manhoods? Although I might have misinterpreted that last part.troyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846187742319627525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699293373755264330.post-5790691333301587392009-01-15T13:29:00.000-05:002009-01-15T13:29:00.000-05:00John said the song was "psycho-analysis set t...John said the song was "psycho-analysis set to music" while tripping on acid. And smoking hash. And George playing the swarmandal. And Paul working the mellotron. And Ringo being his over-rated self. Clearly, by '66, the Lads from Liverpool were exhausted. Were they geniuses? Were they crazy? They didn't know what to believe. Hence, Strawberry Fields.<BR/><BR/>Two years later, "Happiness is a Warm Gun" followed. Enough said, Kimo Sabe.<BR/><BR/>The difference in focus & clarity is stunning in '63 when the lads go to work fueled with a little bit of grass and a whole lot of uppers, and their choice of any screaming, excited, and perfectly willing young American or European woman:<BR/><BR/>"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<BR/>She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<BR/>She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH"<BR/><BR/>Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com