Author Sharon Clemons - Forbidden Fruit: The Beatles & Paul Is Dead (Sept 2024) Sage of Quay

Fascinating interview with author who has decoded Beatles lyrics to shine light on the real fate of Paul McCartney.  

I do not believe the Beatles or any human being wrote these bizarre deeply encoded occult lyrics.  My position is that the lyrics were either channelled or generated by AI (same thing).

Glass Onion

Release date: 22 November 1968

I told you about strawberry fields.
You know the place where nothing is real.
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows.
Looking through the bent backed tulips
To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion.
I told you about the walrus and me man.
You know that we're as close as can be man.
Well here's another clue for you all
The walrus was Paul.
Standing on the cast iron shore yeah.
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet yeah.
Looking through a glass onion.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Looking through a glass onion.
I told you about the fool on the hill.
I tell you man he's living there still.
Well here's another place you can be.
Listen to me.
Fixing a hole in the ocean
Trying to make a dove-tail joint, yeah
Looking through a glass onion.

I Am The Walrus

Release date: 24 November 1967

I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together

See how they run,
Like pigs from a gun,
See how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake,
Waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee shirt,
Stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you been a naughty boy,
You let your face grow long.

I am the eggman, (Ooh)
They are the eggmen, (Ooh)
I am the walrus,
Goo goo g' joob.

Mister city p'liceman sitting pretty
Little p'licemen in a row
See how they fly,
Like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard,
Dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess,
Boy you been a naughty girl,
You let your knickers down.

I am the eggman, (Ooh)
They are the eggmen, (Ooh)
I am the walrus,
Goo goo g' joob.

Sitting in an English
Garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come,
You get a tan from standing in the English rain.

I am the eggman.
They are the eggmen.
I am the walrus.
Goo goo g' joob g' goo goo g' joob.

Expert texpert choking smokers,
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile,
Like pigs in a sty, see how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchards
Climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Element'ry penguin singing Hare Krishna,
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.

I am the eggman, (Ooh)
They are the eggmen, (Ooh)
I am the walrus,
Goo goo g' joob..
Goo goo g' joob,
G' goo goo g' joob,
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' goo g' goo goo g' joob joob