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Post by theword on Oct 30, 2003 5:17:03 GMT
I say Hello.I have read 60IF and an assortment of other pro and con sites regarding Faul and this subject gets more fascinating the more I think about it. I had insomnia last evening due to the ponderings and an uneasy feeling that the world has been duped! That said, I began looking at The Rolling Stones for clues that they had information regarding the Faul connection and, well I was floored. I am a newbie and don't want to belabour a point if it has been mentioned before so I wont drone on by posting song titles and lyrics only to be redundant. Please let me know if this avenue has been explored, else I will play show and tell with what I think are VERY telling lyrics by Mick and the boys. Cheers
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Post by theword on Oct 30, 2003 5:29:53 GMT
Damn the torpedoes... this from 1967's "Between The Buttons" Something Happened To Me Yesterday (Jagger/Richards) something happened to me yesterday something I can't speak of right away something happened to me something oh so groovy something happened to me yesterday he don't know if it's right or wrong maybe he should tell someone he's not sure just what it was or if it's against the law something something very strange I hear you say you're talking in a most peculiar way but something really threw me something oh so groovy something happened to me yesterday (yesterday) he don't know just where it's gone he don't really care at all no one's sure just what it was or the meaning and the cause something (take your partners) he don't know if it's right or wrong maybe he should tell someone he's not sure just what it was or if it's against the law something someone says there's something more to pay for sins that you committed yesterday it's really rather drippy but something oh so trippy something happened to me yesterday he don't know just where it's gone he don't really care at all no one's sure just what it was or the meaning and the cause something someone's singing loud across the bay sittin on a mat about to pray isn't half as looney as something oh so groovy something happened to me yesterday he don't know if it's right or wrong maybe he should tell someone he's not sure just what it was or if it's against the law something (spoken) well thank you very much and now I think it's time for us all to go. so from all of us to all of you not forgetting the boys in the band and our producer, Reg Thorpe, We'd like to say "God Bless". So, if you're out tonight, don't forget, if you're on your bike, wear white. amen.
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Post by theword on Oct 30, 2003 5:33:34 GMT
From 1967's "Flowers"
Ride On, Baby (Jagger/Richards)
a smile on your face but not in your eyes you're looking through me you don't feel it inside
get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby ride on, baby, ride on, baby i could pick your face out in an FBI file you may look pretty but I can't say the same for your mind ah ah ah
you walk up to me and try to look shy the red round your eyes says that you ain't a child
get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby ride on, baby, ride on, baby well i've seen your face in a trashy magazine you know where you're going but I don't like the places you've been ah ah ah
get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby ride on, baby, ride on, baby i can pick your face out from the front or behind you may look pretty but I can't say the same for your mind ah ah ah
laugh it a bit give it a try if i'm not impressed you can still cry
get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby ride on, baby, ride on, baby by the time your thirty gonna look sixty-five you won't look pretty and your friends will have kissed you goodbye
ride on, baby ride on, baby...
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Post by theword on Oct 30, 2003 5:38:59 GMT
I know I might be opening myself up to a tongue-lashing from the moderators, but I can't help myself.
With the information about Paul's motorbike crash in your minds don't some of these lyrics seem pointed?
Additionally what about the lines FROM The Beatles own material winding up in these songs?
ie: looking through you, when your 65, yesterday...
To stretch a bit one might even look at "Ruby Tuesday" and "Yesterday's Papers"
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Post by PaulBearer on Oct 30, 2003 7:18:23 GMT
Thanks. No we haven't looked very much at "The Rolling Stones" lyrics except for "Ruby Tuesday" I think. Keep 'em coming!
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Post by JoJo on Nov 2, 2003 23:12:05 GMT
This was great, thanks! This goes along with what someone said here (I think) that the switch was "common knowledge among certain circles". And, since everyone would and still is digging into everything The Beatles did for clues, who would think to check with the lyrics of other high profile artists of the time? Mick was bound to have been pretty familiar with Paul from previous years. I would guess they didn't even need to be told outright (though perhaps they were) that they couldn't say anything publicly about it.
Look at the last verse of Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who:
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday <--- Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again No, no!
Meet the new boss Same as the old boss
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Post by LUCY on Nov 2, 2003 23:30:11 GMT
WINSTON
I always seem to be in New York on the anniversary of Lennon's death. That happened in December 1980. On the first anniversary I was invited to the home of a big music entrepreneur in the city. There were several notable people there. We were all trying to pretend we could rise above our emotions and feelings of complicity. (Everyone in the music business felt responsible for what had happened.)
The apocryphal stories rolled out. Someone said that they had seen Lennon recording his last album.
"How was he?" I asked.
"He was happy, but strange as ever."
"How do you mean?"
"Not saying very much. Keeping himself to himself."
Oh, the tight friendships, the shared secrets, the unique and privileged intimacies between a star and his so-called friends. It is selfish in a peculiar way. Selfish of the star for deviously manipulating his acquaintances with glimpses of his "real" self; of the friends who, by vague innuendo, insinuate unprintable facts.
The party was suddenly disrupted by the arrivaal of an old friend of mine from England. Van Smith-Hartley. He was raging drunk. We were prepared to forgive him -- he had lost his band only a year or two before -- but his outburst startled everyone.
"We've brought our children up to sit with glued-on headphones while they scribble away at their homework, music throbbing in their mental genitals. They confuse sex with aspiration, violence with fortitude.
"They scramble the innate rhythmic response granted man by a generous God with getting high in smoke-filled discos, or throwing Coke cans and firecrackers at stadium concerts. They analyze the words of songs that might as well be written in a foreign language, the interpretations are so high-flown and pragmatic. It belies the fact that all rock and its so-called stars ever did was stand up and complain."
Van's bleary eyes swept the assembly, but his brain was sharpened by anger and bitterness.
"Chaps! Guys and gals! Pop-pickers! AOR! MOR! Punk, Rock, Cock Rock, Heavy Metal, Black Brotherhoods, Disco Funk, my God it's even regarded as poetry. Compared to Eliot -- Dylan Thomas; lines that have had every sense of English squeezed out of them.
"The Star appears and is recognized intuitively by all, like a messiah. He is spotted on a street corner and congratulated because he had the guts to say that the world isn't quite right. Hell's bells! When I say the world isn't quite right no one sends me a bloody fan letter. No blond wunderfrau from Texas wobbles her tits at me. No one analyzis my stance, testifies to my integrity. I AM THE TRUE MESSIAH! See? No one cares.
"And the poor Star who finds himself hounded from restaurant to doorstep, from telephone to mailbox, from nightclub to dressing room, what of him? While I stand waiting for the blind to see, for the seekers of truth to scream for me, these dilettante pretenders are worshipped, an audience of millions hanging on their every word.
"And yet their words are ignored even while they are being cherished. The disciples expect their surrogate Napoleon to lead an army to make good their own dreams, reveries that are unique to each one because each one receives the communicated frustration and desperations of his leader with a different pair of interpretive ears, with a different heart.
"Stars are attributed with intelligence they don't have, beauty they haven't worked for, loyalty and love they are incapable of reciprocating, and strength they do not possess. Their lives are a short span with the lifetime of their admirers, They are treated like a beautiful vase of cut flowers. When wilted, simply replace with new blooms. We never really try to get to know what it is that a Star is trying to say. Why stand on a stage and sing and dance? Why proclaim such vainglorious notions as Peace on Earth, the Glory of Screwing on the Beach, and the Existence of God? Perhaps all they really want is attention and affection. All they can do is dance and make invitations to the Dance.
"What awaits the stelliform soul who, behind all this rabble-rousing, is a real being, with real talent? Some sycophant turns lunatic and blows his brains out! Spot the loony, He writes his letters in spidery handwriting, or types densely in capitals on both sides of a paper. He writes up the margins and adds five or six postscripts. He can't spell. He blames his school, his parents and a beautiful girl who once spurned him. God in heaven! Think of the misery created in a single street by a single beautiful girl who fails to notice the leering adoration of some preadolescent wanker passing her. Him and twenty others remembering her for the rest of their lives, recriminatory and bitter. Spot the loony! He says he has lived before -- is living again once too often, I might add. Keep the sod away from me. I'll tell you what he looks like, he looks like a soul in torment, the type you might weep for. Quickly! Spot him! Before he blows your brains out!"
The anniversary dinner party was apparently over. Van got up and left without another word.
[From Pete Townshend's _Horse's Neck_, (c) 1985 and originally published in Boston by Houghton Mifflin. This was taken from the paperback First Perennial Library edition (ISBN 0-06-097062-6) published 1986. It's a good book, and it can still be found by sifting through the remaindered tables.]
WHY WOULD EVERYONE IN THE MUSIC INDUSTRY FEEL RESPONSIBLE?
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Post by LordChinfist on Nov 3, 2003 1:11:30 GMT
This one may be reaching.
Plastic Man by the Kinks (1969)
A man lives at the corner of the street, And his neighbors think he’s helpful and he’s sweet, ’cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand, But no one knows he really is a plastic man.
He’s got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes, (yeah, he’s plastic man) He’s got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose. (yeah, he’s plastic man) He’s got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums, And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum. (plastic bum)
Plastic man got no brain, Plastic man don’t feel no pain, Plastic people look the same, Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face, Pull his nose all over the place, He can’t disfigure, or disgrace, Plastic man (plastic man).
He’s got plastic flowers growing up the walls, He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork, He likes plastic cups and saucers ’cause they never break, And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.
Plastic man got no brain, Plastic man don’t feel no pain, Plastic people look the same, Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face, Pull his nose all over the place, He can’t disfigure, or disgrace, Plastic man (plastic man).
He’s got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac, (yeah, he’s plastic man) And his children wanna be plastic like their dad, (yeah, he’s plastic man) He’s got a phony smile that makes you think he understands, But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)
Plastic man (plastic man).
Plastic on one level referring to the plastic surgery and no one realizes they are being duped ("But no one knows he is really a plastic man...a perfect plastic nose...plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums"). At another level, the fact that Faul is not conscientious enough to feel any guilt over it ("Plastic man don't got no brain. Plastic Man don't feel no pain"). And the notion that plastic is meaning fake in general.
I admit this is reaching, but I thought I'd throw it out there anyway since we are on the topic.
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Post by IanSingleton777 on Nov 6, 2003 15:36:12 GMT
Damn the torpedoes... this from 1967's "Between The Buttons" Something Happened To Me Yesterday (Jagger/Richards) something happened to me yesterday something I can't speak of right away something happened to me something oh so groovy something happened to me yesterday he don't know if it's right or wrong maybe he should tell someone he's not sure just what it was or if it's against the law something something very strange I hear you say you're talking in a most peculiar way but something really threw me something oh so groovy something happened to me yesterday (yesterday) he don't know just where it's gone he don't really care at all no one's sure just what it was or the meaning and the cause something (take your partners) he don't know if it's right or wrong maybe he should tell someone he's not sure just what it was or if it's against the law something someone says there's something more to pay for sins that you committed yesterday it's really rather drippy but something oh so trippy something happened to me yesterday he don't know just where it's gone he don't really care at all no one's sure just what it was or the meaning and the cause something someone's singing loud across the bay sittin on a mat about to pray isn't half as looney as something oh so groovy something happened to me yesterday he don't know if it's right or wrong maybe he should tell someone he's not sure just what it was or if it's against the law something (spoken) well thank you very much and now I think it's time for us all to go. so from all of us to all of you not forgetting the boys in the band and our producer, Reg Thorpe, We'd like to say "God Bless". So, if you're out tonight, don't forget, if you're on your bike, wear white. amen. ;D LOL Not exactly lyrical geniuses, aye? How redundant. The main jist of the song, remember we're circa 1967, seems to be about LSD use. The end sentence is the kicker, and obviously a casual aside regarding Paul's accident on the moped.
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Post by TotalInformation on Nov 16, 2003 0:49:54 GMT
plastic mac
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Post by theword on Nov 16, 2003 22:53:06 GMT
Lyrical Genious? NO But- "he don't know if it's right or wrong maybe he should tell someone he's not sure just what it was or if it's against the law something
someone says there's something more to pay for sins that you committed yesterday it's really rather drippy but something oh so trippy something happened to me yesterday"Doesn't sound particularly colorful and expansive like most psychedelic lyrics (ie: Donovan's "Mellow Yellow") Firstly, AFA LSD inspired Stones lyrics look to "She Comes In Colors", much more psychedelic than these lyrics. Second, as a "casual aside" to Paul's accident it seems rather pointed. God Bless and Amen do not seem "casual", in fact they sound more like a sermon which is rather formal. IF the Stones were clued in (and I think it is obvious they were, see the reference to them on Pepper's Cover) then could they be answering back with "Her Satanic Majesty's Request"? A clear riff on Pepper's cover art with images of the Fab Four "peppered" throughout the cover art on "Majesty's" Was Faul directed through British Intelligence to assume the role of Paul as a matter of national security on orders of the Queen? Could it explain Faul's knighthood and the closer on "Abbey Road"? "Her majesty's a pretty nice girl... Someday I'm gonna make her mine."Curiouser and curiouser.
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Post by TotalInformation on Nov 16, 2003 23:07:06 GMT
Was Faul directed through British Intelligence to assume the role of Paul as a matter of national security on orders of the Queen?
Could it explain Faul's knighthood
Of course.
and the closer on "Abbey Road"?
Probably.
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Post by SunKing on Nov 16, 2003 23:17:21 GMT
Was Faul directed through British Intelligence to assume the role of Paul as a matter of national security on orders of the Queen? Surely No. Her Majesty is a FULL GENUINE James Paul's short song just like "A Day in the Life" central insert. It was the final James Paul's signature at the end of all the Beatles' work. The Word: a really interesting thread. Congratulations.
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Post by Perplexed on Nov 16, 2003 23:38:35 GMT
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Post by theword on Nov 17, 2003 0:15:52 GMT
Wasn't aware that "Her Majesty" was a confirmed JPM song. I took a stab. Thanks, Sun King ;D Perplexed: Whoa! Quite a dream, I hope they aren't all that intense! I'll keep trying.
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