Fair is fair, right? I mean, if Off and Nabby can (as Curtis put it so accurately) gush all over one of John Lennon's songs as some kind of advocacy piece for Maharishi and TM, it seems "fair and balanced" to trot out the song in which John rather clearly expressed his real feelings about both, using Maharishi's actual name this time. Before the Apple lawyers made him change the lyrics, that is.
Maharishi what have you done You made a fool of everyone You made a fool of everyone Maharishi ooh what have you done Maharishi you broke the rules You layed it down for all to see You layed it down for all to see Maharishi oooh you broke the rules One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover He came along to turn on everyone Maharishi the greatest of them all Maharishi how did you know The world was waiting just for you The world was waiting just for you Maharishi oooh how did you know Maharishi you'll get yours yet However big you think you are However big you think you are Maharishi oooh you'll get yours yet We gave him everything we owned just to sit at his table Just a smile would lighten everything Maharishi he's the latest and the greatest of them all He made a fool of everyone Maharishi However big you think you are Maharishi --- 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.
