“I’ve had tongue in cheek all along-all of them had tongue in cheek.” Starting at the 3:31 point until the end, Lennon’s esoteric creation deconstructs itself into a vortex of ear-assaulting sounds that leave the listener feeling disturbed yet intrigued at what side two has in store. People draw so many conclusions, and it’s ridiculous,” he explained in The Beatles Anthology. “‘Walrus’ is just saying a dream-the words don’t mean a lot. As the story goes, Lennon was tickled to find out children were analyzing the band’s songs in school, so he decided to make his next one as lyrically confusing as possible. “Your Mother Should Know” is another idiosyncratic wrinkle that adds to Magical Mystery Tour’s whimsical nature, taking its title from the screenplay of A Taste of Honey and harking back to Busby Berkeley showtunes with its heads-in-the-clouds nuance.Ĭlosing side one is the enigmatic fairytale “I Am the Walrus,” inspired by Lennon’s fascination with Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and the Carpenter” poem from Alice Through the Looking Glass. The blurred harmonics successfully convey George Harrison’s jet-lagged dislocation while waiting for his publicist Derek Taylor to arrive. Written in the fog-bound Hollywood Hills of Los Angeles, “Blue Jay Way” is a haunted house of a hit. The free-floating mood, adorned by Ringo Starr’s stacked harmonies and John Lennon’s vertigo-inducing keyboard flourishes, fits in perfectly with the experimental tone of the album. Magical Mystery Tour ascends skyward for the vapor-trailing instrumental “Flying,” an extremely rare tune where all four band members share the writing credits (the other being “Dig It” from 1970’s Let It Be). “They don’t like him / The fool on the hill sees the sun going down / And the eyes in his head see the world spinning ‘round.” “He never listens to them, he knows that they’re the fools,” Paul McCartney sings over tufts of flute and somber piano chords. The opening title cut eases right into the folkadelic dream “The Fool on the Hill,” a strike at the people opposed to the prevalent hippie culture of the time. Between the joyous burst of trumpet fanfare, paisley drum fills, and lush harmonies cartwheeling across the carnivalesque groove, one can’t help but feel energized by the travelogue concept of “Magical Mystery Tour” as the bus engine comes roaring across your speakers.
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