I Am The Walrus – Song by The Beatles

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About the Song

Emerging from the Psychedelic Era: A Journey into “I Am the Walrus” by The Beatles

In the midst of the 1960s, a cultural revolution was taking place, fueled by the transformative power of music. Amidst this era of social and artistic upheaval, The Beatles emerged as more than just a band; they became a cultural phenomenon, their music shaping the very fabric of the decade.

In 1967, The Beatles released their groundbreaking album, “Magical Mystery Tour,” a psychedelic masterpiece that captured the spirit of the times. Among the album’s standout tracks was the enigmatic and captivating “I Am the Walrus,” a song that defied categorization and pushed the boundaries of musical expression.

From its opening lines, “I Am the Walrus” plunges the listener into a surreal world of nonsensical imagery and philosophical musings. John Lennon, the song’s primary composer, drew inspiration from a variety of sources, including Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland,” the works of Eastern philosophy, and the burgeoning psychedelic scene.

The song’s lyrics are a tapestry of wordplay and symbolism, leaving much to interpretation. Lennon himself once remarked, “I don’t know what it means, but it’s what I mean.” This ambiguity, rather than detracting from the song’s power, only adds to its allure, inviting listeners to embark on their own personal interpretations.

The music of “I Am the Walrus” is equally unconventional, seamlessly blending genres and defying expectations. The song begins with a gentle accordion solo, setting the stage for a musical journey that takes unexpected turns. Lennon’s vocals are both haunting and playful, delivering the lyrics with a sense of detached amusement.

The song’s instrumentation is a kaleidoscope of sounds, incorporating elements of rock, classical, and even circus music. The arrangement is chaotic yet controlled, mirroring the turbulent times in which it was created.

“I Am the Walrus” is not a song to be passively listened to; it is an experience to be embraced. The song demands the listener’s attention, inviting them to engage with its surreal imagery and philosophical undertones. It is a testament to The Beatles’ artistic prowess and their willingness to push the boundaries of popular music.

The song’s impact extends far beyond the realm of music. It has become a cultural touchstone, referenced in countless films, television shows, and literature. Its nonsensical lyrics and psychedelic soundscape have inspired artists and thinkers across disciplines.

In conclusion, “I Am the Walrus” stands as a testament to the power of music to transcend boundaries and challenge perceptions. It is a song that continues to inspire and provoke, a true masterpiece of the psychedelic era.

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Lyrics

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I’m crying
Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you’ve been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g’joob
Mister City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I’m crying, I’m crying
I’m crying, I’m crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog’s eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g’joob
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don’t come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the egg man (now good sir)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune’s blows)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob (good pity)
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide
I’m crying
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob
Goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob, goo
Joob, joob, jooba
Jooba, jooba, jooba
Joob, jooba
Joob, jooba
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper (jooba, jooba)
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper
Everybody’s got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody’s got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody’s got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody’s got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody’s got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody’s got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody’s got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody’s got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody’s got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody’s got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody’s got one (umpa, umpa)
Slave
Thou hast slain me
Villain, take my purse
If I ever
Bury my body
The letters which though find’st about me
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester
Seek him out upon the British Party
O untimely death
I know thee well
A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress
As badness would desire
What, is is he dead?
Sit you down, Father, rest you

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