Olé....Toro! (Nat Jackley)

[TheDZ]

Aldebaran is the Eye of Taurus the bull...

She looks as an African queen,
She eating twelve chapattis and cream,
She tastes as Mongolian lamb,
She coming from Aldebaran

What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party

She like to be married with Yeti,
He cooking such groovy spaghetti,
She jumping as Mexican bean,
To make that her body more thin (or morphine?)

What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party

She catch Patagonian pancake
With that one an gin party makes
She having all the ways good contact,
She making with apple an contract

What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
All together now:
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame, what, what a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, what a shame
Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, what a shame
Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame, what a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame
Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane, Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane, what a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane, what a shame
She looks as an African queen, she tastes as Mongolian lamb
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
What a shame Mary Jane
What a shame Mary Jane had a pain at the party
(That's it
Before we got taking no what)

Mary Jane = Marisa Sannia?



edited lyrics correctness.

[TotalInformation]

I still think that's a song poking fun at Linda Eastman, marijuana dealer to the Brit rock gods...

[cavendish]

Brian walking about Spain. Hmmmm.

[byrdsmaniac]

CONQUISTADOR (Procol Harum)

"Conquistador your stallion stands
In need of company
And like some angel’s haloed brow
You reek of purity
I see your armour-plated breast
Has long since lost it’s sheen
And in your death mask face
There are no signs which can be seen

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sits
Upon your silver shield
And in your rusty scabbard now
The sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade
Has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of it’s fill

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador there is no time
I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no, only all
And though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind"


Relates to this from Pink Floyd's "Yet Another Movie":

"A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun".

The first song is unquestionably about Paul.
The singer came to gloat at his death, but
left respectful.

[rhye]

Mar 16, 2005 23:04:43 GMT BeatlePaul said:

Sgt. Spinetti shows how to "matar" a bull (toro).
Faul is learning.

But that bull will become a cow .... and everybody will drink his DELICIOUS milk.

Everything "under" the Union Jack (on the left).

Is the bull/cow definitely a metaphor for the public, the people, the Beatles fans?

I see that the bull/cow more as Paul then as The Beatles fans, after all, Paul was the Bull when he was alive, he got killed and now that he is dead he's the cow they are/were milking, weren't his many of the Beatles song? .. well, Faul is for sure still milking Paul's cow .. he spends more time singing Paul's songs then singing his own (or the ones he had written for him)