@MetaLuna Anybody notice all the "Mister City Policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row" telling us how we must interpret the meaning of the song—that it's just a joke—and who knows" Maybe it is. But their ain't nothin' funny about penguins and people kickin' Edgar Allan Poe..
@MetaLuna Anybody notice all the "Mister City Policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row" telling us how we must interpret the meaning of the song—that it's just a joke—and who knows" Maybe it is. But their ain't nothin' funny about penguins and people kickin' Edgar Allan Poe..
And it really is good pity....
And it really is good pity....
And I am the egg man (now good sir, what are you?)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made to tame fortune's blows)
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob (good pity)
And I am the egg man (now good sir, what are you?)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made to tame fortune's blows)
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob (good pity)
The artist must be willing relinquish some control over the intended meaning to some extent once they unleash their magnificence upon the world, how can anybody understand something by someone else perfectly?
I wish John were alive to see this site.
This song is freaking amazing!!! The lyrics always blow my mind, no matter how many times I listen to it!!!
This song is freaking amazing!!! The lyrics always blow my mind, no matter how many times I listen to it!!!
@MetaLuna Anybody notice all the "Mister City Policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row" telling us how we must interpret the meaning of the song—that it's just a joke—and who knows" Maybe it is. But their ain't nothin' funny about penguins and people kickin' Edgar Allan Poe..
@MetaLuna Anybody notice all the "Mister City Policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row" telling us how we must interpret the meaning of the song—that it's just a joke—and who knows" Maybe it is. But their ain't nothin' funny about penguins and people kickin' Edgar Allan Poe..
And it really is good pity....
And it really is good pity....
And I am the egg man (now good sir, what are you?) They are the egg men (a poor man, made to tame fortune's blows) I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob (good pity)
And I am the egg man (now good sir, what are you?) They are the egg men (a poor man, made to tame fortune's blows) I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob (good pity)
The artist must be willing relinquish some control over the intended meaning to some extent once they unleash their magnificence upon the world, how can anybody understand something by someone else perfectly?