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Post by beatled on Jul 9, 2005 4:39:10 GMT
From what apparently is a radio show that Derek Taylor hosted, the file is dated 9-24-67. A one minute clip here, listen to the list of people he makes dedications to...
http://*banned link*/Shoebox/Derek_Taylor.mp3
But listen to the whole thing, I think there are thinly veiled references here. For example, he remarks: "you can't bluff the public", and then proceeds to play a Little Richard version of "Long Tall Sally", and segs into the Beatles (JPM) version.
http://*banned link*/Shoebox/Derek_Taylor_670924.mp3
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Post by beatled on Jul 13, 2005 23:59:18 GMT
Just something to add here, on another broadcast, he launched into speaking backwards, then playing "Baby You're a Rich Man" backwards.
His own backwards speech, of course pre-recorded and then reversed, is here:
http://*banned link*/Shoebox/DTaylor_Clips/DerekAsBroadcast.mp3
And a reversal of that:
http://*banned link*/Shoebox/DTaylor_Clips/DerekReversed.mp3
Which reminded me of this, John playing around with speaking backwards during the Kenwood demos of SFF. (it doesn't make any sense by reversing it that I can tell)
http://*banned link*/Shoebox/Strawberry_Fields_Kenwood.mp3
However, Derek making a point of it publicly is the most significant thing, again, 2 years before "it" started.
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 14, 2005 0:49:12 GMT
These are the lyrics of "Chimes of Freedom", a song written by Bob Dylan, but perhaps best known as a Byrds song. They could refer to the night Paul was rescued from imprisonment in France (assuming that he was). This song was played by Derek Taylor on a radio program he was hosting right after he tipped his hat to a particularly interesting group of contemporaries he felt were raising public consciousness in the first broadcast JoJo has posted above. btw, the "majestic bells of bolts" in the song are thunderbolts, lightning.
CHIMES OF FREEDOM Far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors, whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight And for each and every underdog soldier in the night We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far off corner flashed And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended And we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look Spellbound and swallowed till the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
A possible reference to JPL, particularly these lines:
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale And for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Here are some verses from Dylan's original, not included in the Byrds version:
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden while the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
I suspect there are possibly many clues in this song, but Dylan is so obscure that it's almost impossible to connect dots here. Dylan may have been one of Paul's rescuers, IMO. "The wild and windy night that the rain washed away"" again. " As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning". Who got married?
"In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden while the walls were tightening" a bit like "two youngsters concealed in a barrel" in Monkberry Moon Delight
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 14, 2005 1:36:11 GMT
The last song in the first KRLA broadcast JoJo posted is the Bee Gee's "Holiday". Look at these lyrics! HOLIDAY (Bee Gees) Ooh you’re a holiday , such a holiday Ooh you’re a holiday , such a holiday It’s something I thinks worthwhile If the puppet makes you smile If not then you’re throwing stones Throwing stones, throwing stones Ooh it’s a funny game Don’t believe that it’s all the same Can’t think what I’ve just said Put the soft pillow on my head Millions of eys can see Yet why am I so blind When the someone else is me It’s unkind, it’s unkind De de de de de de de de de de de de de De de de de de de de de de de de de de Yet millions of eyes can see Yet why am I so blind When the someone else is me It’s unkind, it’s unkind Ooh you’re a holiday , ev’ry day , such a holiday Now it’s my turn to say , and I say you’re a holiday It’s something I thinks worthwhile If the puppet makes you smile If not then you’re throwing stones Throwing stones , throwing stones De de de de de de de de de de de de de de Paul's on a permanent holiday, and someone else is him. WoW. Was he suffering blindness as well?
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 14, 2005 1:47:16 GMT
A Whiter Shade Of Pale We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels 'cross the floor. I was feeling kind of sea-sick, the crowd called out for more. The room was humming harder, as the ceiling flew away. When we called out for another drink, the waiter brought a tray.
And so it was that later, as the miller told his tale, That her face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale.
She said there is no reason, and the truth is plain to see. But I wandered through my playing cards, and would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins, who were leaving for the coast. And although my eyes were open, they might just as well been closed.
And so it was that later, as the miller told his tale, That her face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale.
Another clue in the KRLA broadcast by Derek Taylor. "the miller" - Steve Miller?
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Post by beatled on Jul 14, 2005 3:30:11 GMT
Yes, he loved that "Whiter Shade of Pale". But did you know the following 2 verses were played additionally in concert? She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,' though in truth we were at sea so I took her by the looking glass and forced her to agree saying, 'You must be the mermaid who took Neptune for a ride.' But she smiled at me so sadly that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love then laughter is its queen and likewise if behind is in front then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly and attacked the ocean bed www.procolharum.com/w/w9901.htm
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 14, 2005 16:27:26 GMT
Looking at the second verse of AWSoP again:
She said there is no reason, and the truth is plain to see. But I wandered through my playing cards, and would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins, who were leaving for the coast. And although my eyes were open, they might just as well been closed.
This seems to be a description of a psychic reading being done with playing cards. "She said there was no reason" for having her fortune read. In other words the "she" wasn't asking about her love life, or if she would win the lottery, etc. But the cards were showing a bad outcome if she were to be one of the 16 'virgins' heading for the coast, so the reader "would not let her be" one of them. In other words, the reader told her not to go. "And although my eyes were open, they might just as well been closed." So although the card reader could see psychicly what was going to happen, "she" ignored the advise and wanted to go with them anyway.
Then, looking at the extra verses JoJo has posted:
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,' though in truth we were at sea so I took her by the looking glass and forced her to agree saying, 'You must be the mermaid who took Neptune for a ride.' But she smiled at me so sadly that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love then laughter is its queen and likewise if behind is in front then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly and attacked the ocean bed
The card reader "forced her to agree" not to be one of the 16 virgins headed for the coast. Angry that "she" was not abiding by what the cards had said, the reader "took her by the looking glass". That is: the reader took her to where there was a periscope onboard the boat, and evidently made her look at the rough seas, so there's a suggestion here that they were on a submarine. "You must be the mermaid who took Neptune for a ride." Neptune, the sea god with the trident, was also the god of the "underworld", or the world of the dead, so "she" had to be the "mermaid" that fooled him and got away. At this point "she" gives the reader such a sad, longing look that the reader is overcome with a sympathizing of the wistful longings of her, even though the reader knows what's coming.
The third verse may be the reader's beating up on her/himself for letting "she" leave the boat and attempt to join the other 'virgins'.
This is a really interesting insight into the whole "yellow submarine" song. 'Til now I had thought of it being the Alvin, going to pick up Paul's drowned body, but was the yellow submarine the vehicle by which Paul made his escape from France? And was this a ship they used often? Because at the point this song was written, he was already a "she" evidently. "The truth is plain to see." "He" wouldn't be a 'vestal virgin'. But then again, John and Yoko were "Two Virgins", so who knows?
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 14, 2005 16:51:02 GMT
And so, if the reader was psychic, and clairevoyant as well:
And so it was that later, as the miller told his tale, That her face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale.
Her face at first JUST GHOSTLY turned even whiter as 'the miller' told someone his tale of what had happened. In other words: The card reader could see the ghostly face of the one he/she had advised not to go!
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 14, 2005 17:11:16 GMT
The entire Derek Taylor broadcast would seem to be a pirate's chest of clues. The Mamas and Papas had moved to the tropical island to see if they could stir their creative juices, having reached a "writer's block" situation. Derek's comment that you can't "keep people if they don't want to be kept" is an obvious reference to Paul's wish to be free of his Beatle commitments, imo. I wonder if the Mamas and Papas island adventure included Paul or some of the other Beatles.
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 15, 2005 15:07:04 GMT
Here's a link with some fascinating info about Derek Taylor and many others. Apparently rock and roll "suicide" is a modus operundi for the PTB. I don't know if it's been posted here before, but I'm intrigued! Amazing stuff. www.jfkmontreal.com/john_lennon/lennon_report.htm
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 16, 2005 12:29:03 GMT
The link above also has an amusing (to us) section on Brian Epstein. The author has a problem with the fact that Brian had his act totally together, but at the same time was supposed tro be a big drug abuser. The answer seems to be that one was Brian, and the other was Frian.
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 16, 2005 15:38:05 GMT
From Ronald L. Smith's "History of Procol Harem" www.procolharum.com/Procolhist.htmJuly, 1967. 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' is the #1 song in the world. But it's more than that. This is an era of rock revelations; each year has seen the deepening of rock as art. The Beatles have gone from 'Hard Day's Night' to 'Revolver' to 'Sgt. Pepper.' And now there is 'A Whiter Shade of Pale,' one song that has instantly defined something new: 'classical rock.' It's the melding of rock's electric guitar, powerful vocals and bombastic drums with thoughtful lyrics and the artful complexities of classical melody and arrangement. The very name of the group suggested something far deeper than ordinary pop music ... PROCOL HARUM. The oddly-named band had arrived out of nowhere with a #1 hit. To add to the thrill and confusion, the song was enigmatic (many to this day aren't exactly sure what it's about), the group was already fractured by changes in personnel, and by the time people learned what the band's name meant (even if to this day they rarely seem to spell it right), the group's stunning #1 reign was over. But we know what it was about . Here are some other interpretations: www.procolharum.com/awsoplyrics.htmOf that lot, this is a significant observation: "Well, the Miller's Tale is obviously Canterbury Tales and that story is about being duped and turned into a cuckold."
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Post by peoplescommittee on Jul 17, 2005 13:50:31 GMT
Don't bother with David Sharp, he's just a nutcase (the guy who runs http://www.jfkmontreal.com).
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jul 17, 2005 17:11:12 GMT
Nutcase or not, he seems to have done a lot of homework, and it's an interesting collection of many of the best known and dubious deaths in rock and roll. In other words, a good source for quick reference. I wish I had the time to do the research he seems to have done. One need not agree with his outlook to appreciate the work he has put into his research. And I came away with a new appreciation for just how slimy the "powers that be" can be, though Nixon and Reagan hardly hold a candle to the current crop of ne'er-do-wells occupying seats in our positions of power. "Our so-called leaders speak", as Sting once said so eloquently.
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Post by peoplescommittee on Jul 18, 2005 12:15:12 GMT
He's an anti-Semitic. I doubt that the Jews of the world are to blame. He's a mini-Hitler.
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