Vaj! I had forgotten about that little gem. Thanks for starting my Sunday with a laugh.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > On Feb 2, 2008, at 11:08 PM, curtisdeltablues wrote: > > > Sorry to intrude in such nice projection but John wrote the song when > > his wife Cynthea kept running her mouth BEFORE they went to Rishikesh. > > > > Did you ever write a song Off? He wasn't thinking within the > > boundaries of philosophy you are trying to stuff him into. He was > > creating a word collage. Read what they guy wrote about his own songs > > and you will understand. Trying to turn his clever word salad into an > > advocacy piece for TM just shows how little you understand about his > > music. > > > > OTHO everything you say is true FOR YOU. That is the great thing > > about poetic songwriting. It was just the last part about > > > Not wishing to see Off World disappointed, there really was a song > about the Maharishi and TM that John did write after Rishikesh. It's > actually called "the Maharishi Song" (it did not appear in any peer- > reviewed journals): > > http://youtube.com/watch?v=gYyTsi3By5w > The Maharishi Song - JOHN LENNON - HOME RECORDING (1968) > > > THE MAHARISHI SONG > > > KEY: G > Chords used: > EADGBE > G: 320003 > > JOHN: Well let me tell you something about the Maharishi camp, in > Rishi Kesh. There were one or two attractive women there, but > mainly looked like, you know, schoolteachers or somethin'. > And the whole damn camp was fine on the ones in the bathing suits, > and they're supposed to be meditatin'. > And there's this cowboy there called Tom who plays cowboys on TV, > and my, did the Beatle wives go for him in a big way. > I wonder what it was - it was his tight leather belt, his jeans, > and his dumb eyes. > > YOKO: What's wrong with his eye? You have this eye. > > JOHN: Me, I took it for real, I wrote six hundred songs about how I > feel; I felt like dying, and crying, and committing suicide, but > I felt creative and said: 'What the hell's this got to do with > what that silly little man's talking about?' > But he did charm me in a way because he was funny, sort of > cuddly, like a sort of, you know... > > YOKO: Like a teddy bear. > > JOHN: ...little daddy with a beard telling stories of heaven as if > he knew. You could never pin him down, but he often spread rumors > through his right hand man who used to be with the CIA and told > about the planes he saved. > How Maharishi came through the storm - on a plane. And the pilot > was getting worried they couldn't land. When Maharishi looked up > with one foul look, according to the man who works for him, > everything was OK and they landed. > After that I thought: lies. > But who was that woman that looks like Jean Simmons who keeps > going to him for private interviews? > She musta been about forty, forty-five. Kept tellin' about her > husband 'cause he wasn't there. > I was always tryin' to get a private audience with the Maharishi > and he kept refusing. > I know only one thing. He musta had some of his own, it musta > been that little Indian piece; she came with the tailor and > would sit at his feet and that was one in five hundred. > The rest had to wait like good American people, in lines to see > the master walkin' on the petals who lived in a million dollar > staccato house overlookin' the Himalayas. > He looked holy. > > YOKO: But he was a sex maniac... > > JOHN: I couldn't say that, but he certainly wasn't... > > YOKO: Holy. > > JOHN: In the true sense of the word, that is. >
