Sulla copertina quattro animali allucinati e il nome del gruppo composto da lisergiche stelline, compito che nell'album precedente fu affidato ai fiori. Dopo aver vissuto nell'alter ego del Sergente Pepe i Beatles riscoprono sè stessi ma, forse, li ritroviamo più splendidamente metaforici di prima e ancora lontani dalla realtà.
L'Lsd si fa sentire eccome, quindi bando alle supposizioni perchè Magical Mystery Tour significa acido. È lo stesso Paul che ce lo fa capire all'inizio di quello che nacque come doppio EP, proprio lui che ci ha messo due anni per convincersi a sperimentare un trip. Venite dunque, unitevi tutti al magico viaggio misterioso perchè a loro piacerebbe tanto portarci lontano. Ai quattro o cinque maghi che vivono lassù nel cielo, oltre le nuvole, lontano fino a raggiungere quello stupido sulla collina che vede gli altri dall'alto della sua consapevolezza. Lascia che sia la tua capacità di volare a guidarti, volando si arriva ad una strada nebbiosa dove un George annebbiato dall'acido molto di più rispetto a quella stessa Blue Jay Way aspetta che i suoi amici arrivino al più presto. Adesso sai che gli amici siamo noi, quelli che il gruppo attende più del piccolo aiuto cantato dal fantomatico Billy Shears. Ma ora tutti in piedi a ballare un vecchio pezzo di molti anni fa, un brano che vostra madre dovrebbe conoscere. Tutti in piedi perchè sta arrivando il tricheco.
Secondo lui siamo tutti l'un l'altro, siamo tutti uomini uovo e lui si sente il più grande facendo quello strano verso. Se ne stà tranquillo ad aspettare il sole in un giardino inglese ma alla fine si toglie la maschera e scopri che non è nient'altro che il piccolo John, quello insicuro dei campi di fragole, quello che non faceva salire nessuno sul suo albero perchè nessuno in realtà ci riusciva. Anche il compagno d'avventure Paul si è tuffato nel lago della propria infanzia e ha deciso di descriverci Penny Lane con quell'occhio caleidoscopico che fu caratteristica di una certa Lucy. Volando ancora sopra le teste di una generazione hippy che rappresenta il bel mondo e cantando l'inno dell'amore universale si chiude lo spettacolo.
Tutto ciò di cui hai bisogno è amore, lo dicono quei quattro maghi che stanno ancora lì adesso, nel loro cielo pieno di diamanti, a trasformare il più ordinario dei viaggi in un vero Magical Mystery Tour.
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01 Magical Mystery Tour (02:54)
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is waiting to take you away.
Waiting to take you away.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
We got everything you need.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is hoping to take you away.
Hoping to take you away.
(Mystery Tour..)
Ah.. The Magical Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is coming to take you away.
Coming to take you away.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is dying to take you away.
Dying to take you away.
Take you today.
02 The Fool on the Hill (03:02)
Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
He never listens to them,
He knows that they are the fools
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 around.
06 I Am the Walrus (04:39)
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 T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you've been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus
Goo-goo-ga-joob
Mister city, policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run
I'm crying
I'm cry---ing
I'm crying
I'm cry---ing
Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus
Goo-goo-ga-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-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Expert texpert, choking smokers
Don't you think the Joker laughs at you?
Ho-ho-ho-hee-hee-hee-ha-ha-ha
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should've seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus
Goo-goo-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Goo-goo-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Goo-goo-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Juba, juba, juba
Juba, juba
Juba, juba
Juba, juba, stick it up your joompah
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Everyone's got one
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Everyone's got one
Everyone's got one
Everyone's got one
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah…
[Here's the Shakespeare that occurs at the end of "I Am The Walrus."
King Lear Act Four, Scene 6, lines 249-259:]
Oswald: Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse.
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body
And give the letters which you find'st about me
To Edmund, Earl of Gloucester. Seek him out
Upon the English party. O, untimely death!
Death! [He dies]
Edgar: I know thee well: a serviceable villain, As duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire.
Gloucester: What, is he dead?
Edgar: Sit you down, father. Rest you. [Gloucester sits.]
07 Hello Goodbye (03:33)
You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh... oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
I say high, you say low
You say why, and I say I don't know
Oh... oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
(Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye)
Hello, hello
(Hello, goodbye)
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
(Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye)
Hello, hello
(Hello, goodbye)
I don't know why you say goodbye
(Hello, goodbye)
I say hello
Why, why, why, why, why, why
Do you say good bye
Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
You say yes, I say no
(I say yes, but I may mean no)
You say stop, and I say go, go, go
(I can stay, 'til it's time to go)
Oh... oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello-woah-woah
Hello
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa
08 Strawberry Fields Forever (04:13)
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
No one, I think, is in my tree
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright
That is, I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Always, no, sometimes think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know, I mean, er yes, but it's all wrong
That is, I think I disagree
Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever
09 Penny Lane (03:05)
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
And little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
Full of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.
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Altre recensioni
Di JohnLennon
Personalmente trovo l'album geniale e pieno di pezzi interessanti.
Il magico e disarmante 'I Am The Walrus' è considerato da molti la miglior canzone dei Beatles in assoluto!
Di Rax
Un film davvero inutile, che posso ricordare solo per qualche scena divertente (come quella in cui Lennon spala la pasta).
"Hello Goodbye", per il testo, è senz’altro il punto più basso della produzione di McCartney nel gruppo.
