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Thursday, August 09, 2007

Happiness is a Warm...huh?!?

Ceci, Rita, Rick and I were sitting around Sunday night/Monday morning at 3:00 am or so singing Beatles songs, and when we finished "Happiness is a Warm Gun," Rick pointed out the absolute strangeness of the lyrics in the bridge.

"She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a windowpane
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust."

A soap...huh? He ate what? He did what? Where?

Leaving aside lizards, boots, and hands working overtime, let's just concentrate on that last line, shall we? Why not parse that last line out, because it demands further study.

Several assumptions must be made in order to fully understand this line.

1. A man owned a soap impression of his wife.

2. The man ate said soap impression.

3. The man eventually divested himself of this digested soap impression, either through defecation or vomiting.

4. The man donated said fecal or emetic material, containing the previously mentioned artisinal soap product, to the National Trust.

5. The National Trust has a policy of accepting donations of human fecal or emetic material, at least if such material contains soap products previously used in artistic impressions of the donor's spouse.

Now isn't that much clearer?



7 Comments:

Anonymous Dan E said...

I've always had mixed feelings about the song -- love the sound and feel of the verses and bridges, hate the doo-wop pastiche chorus -- but those particular Lennon lyrics that you quote are among my all-time favorites of his.

Oh yeah - I'll take interpretation #3.

7:41 AM, August 10, 2007

 
Anonymous Dan E said...

Wait, I mean #4!

(Sorry, the caffeine hasn't quite kicked in yet...)

7:43 AM, August 10, 2007

 
Blogger Bob Purse said...

I've heard, although I can't remember where at this point, that "The National Trust" was slang for the toilet. Read it in at least one Beatles book, but that's been a long time ago. However, the rest of the words are just as bizarre as you indicate

10:22 AM, August 10, 2007

 
Blogger Winona said...

One word: eeew.

6:49 AM, August 13, 2007

 
Blogger Anne said...

This'll give you an idea of where MY mind goes. I've recognized the lechery in the first three lines since I was a kid but that last line always made me think of saponified people. http://tinyurl.com/2bv3ta Warning: going to the above link will not enrich anyone's day.

7:23 AM, August 15, 2007

 
Blogger Anne said...

Why am I worried about not enriching anyone's day when Stu posted a picture of shit on his blog?!

7:28 AM, August 15, 2007

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sarcasm is a lovely thing.

John Ono Lennon was a master at sarcasm.

-Amy

3:18 PM, August 18, 2007

 

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