Post by JoJo on Apr 7, 2005 18:17:16 GMT -5
The Maharishi Song was John singing, well more like rapping almost about his experiences in the camp in India. From The White Album Sessions:
www.jojoplace.org/Shoebox/The_Maharishi_Song.mp3
The lyrics:
John: Well, let me tell you something about the Maharishi camp, in Rishikesh. There were one or two attractive women there, but mainly, looked like, ya know, school teachers 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 T.V. And my, did the Beatle-wives go for him in a big way....! I wondered what it was - it was his tight leather belt, his jeans, and his dumb eyes. They seem to love dumb eyes 'cause all they see is dumb eyes.
Yoko: What's wrong with his eyes? You have good sight.
John: Me? I took it for real. I wrote 600 songs - about how I feel. I felt like dying, and crying, and committing suicide, but I felt creative and I 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 gettin' worried they couldn't land. When Maharishi looked up and 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 who looks like Jean Symmonds who keeps going to him for private interviews? She musta been about 40 - 45. Kept talkin' about her husband 'cause he wasn't there. Always tryin' to get a private audience with the Maharishi and he kept refusing. I knew only one thing. He must of had some of his own. It musta been that little Indian piece. She came with the tailor and could sit at his feet and that was one in 500. The rest had to wait like good American people, in lines, to see the master walking on the petals who lived in a million dollar stecketo 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...!
www.jojoplace.org/Shoebox/The_Maharishi_Song.mp3
The lyrics:
John: Well, let me tell you something about the Maharishi camp, in Rishikesh. There were one or two attractive women there, but mainly, looked like, ya know, school teachers 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 T.V. And my, did the Beatle-wives go for him in a big way....! I wondered what it was - it was his tight leather belt, his jeans, and his dumb eyes. They seem to love dumb eyes 'cause all they see is dumb eyes.
Yoko: What's wrong with his eyes? You have good sight.
John: Me? I took it for real. I wrote 600 songs - about how I feel. I felt like dying, and crying, and committing suicide, but I felt creative and I 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 gettin' worried they couldn't land. When Maharishi looked up and 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 who looks like Jean Symmonds who keeps going to him for private interviews? She musta been about 40 - 45. Kept talkin' about her husband 'cause he wasn't there. Always tryin' to get a private audience with the Maharishi and he kept refusing. I knew only one thing. He must of had some of his own. It musta been that little Indian piece. She came with the tailor and could sit at his feet and that was one in 500. The rest had to wait like good American people, in lines, to see the master walking on the petals who lived in a million dollar stecketo 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...!