Unbestreitbar ist, dass die Beatles einige exzellente und ergreifende Songtexte wie „Ob-la-di Ob-la-da“, „Good Morning“ oder „All together now“ geschrieben haben. Dennoch muss man konstatieren, dass die schlechten Texte überwiegen. Das beginnt mit der Hommage an mich („Dr.Robert“) und setzt sich fort bis zu „I`m looking through you“, wo kein Mensch nicht weiss, ob er sie durchschaut oder durch sie durchschaut.

Einige der allerschlechtesten will ich euch hier vorstellen (natürlich in englisch, eine Übersetzung lohnt nicht).

A DAY IN THE LIFE

I read the news today oh boy

About a lucky man eho made the grade

And tought the news was rather sad

Well I just had to lough

I saw the photographe

He blew his mind out in a car

He didn`t notice that the light has changed.

A crowd of people stood and stared

They`d seen his face before

Nobody was really sure

If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy

The english army had just won the war

A crowd of people turned away

But I just had too look having red the book.

I`d love to turn you on – woke up, got out of bed

Dragged a comb across my head

Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,

And looking up I noticed I was late

Found my coat and grabbed my hat

Made the bus in seconds flat

Found my way upstairs and had a smoke

And somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

I heart the news today oh boy

Four thousand holes in Blackburn/Lancashire

And tought the holes were rather small

They had to count them all

Now they know how many holes it takes

To fill the Albert Hall ------------ I`d love to turn you on.

Da gings offenbar um irgendwelche Löcher in den Zeitungen, im nächsten Song scheint ein Irrer auf irgendeinem Hügel zu sitzen.

THE FOOL ON THE HILL

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’s he`s just a fool.

And he never gives a answer.

….. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down

And the eyes in his head set the world spinning round.

Well on the way, head in a cloud

The man of thousand voices talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make

And he never seems to notice.

….. But ………………..

And nobody seems to like him,

they can tell what he wants to do

And he never shows his feelings

….. But ………………..

He never listens to them, he knows that they`re the fools

They don`t like him

….. And the fool on the hill ………………..

Das ist ziemlich komisch, aber dem Vernehmen nach waren die Typen ja dauernd eingeraucht, da kommt dann so was raus:

LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS

Picture yourself in a boat on a river

With tangerine dreams and marmalade skies

Somebody calls you, you answer quiet slowly, a girl with caleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green

Towering over your head

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, and she`s gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,

Where rocking horse people eat Marsmellow pies,

Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers

That grow so incredibly high.

Newspapers taxis appear on the shore

Waiting to take you away.

Climb in the back with the head in the clouds, and you`re gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Picture yourself in a train in a station

With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes –

Lucy in the sky with diamonds ......................... 

Dieser blöde unsinnige Song hat dem Forscher Donald Carl Johanson so gut gefallen, dass er das von ihm ausgegrabene menschliche Fossil „Lucy“ nannte, typischerweise so eine afrikanische Affenfrau. Dieses Schicksal musste Eleanor nicht teilen, die musste nur reissammelnd einer Hochzeit beiwohnen, oder etwas anderes:

ELEANOR RIGBY

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,

Lives in a dream.

Waits at the window wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,

Who is it for?

….. All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,

No-one comes near.

Look at him working,

Darning his socks in the night, when therè nobody there,

What does he care?

….. All

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name,

Nobody came.

Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the graves,

No-one was saved.

….. All

Über die traurige Tatsache, dass Engländer eine kaum geniessbare Küche haben und sich vorwiegend von Erdbeeren ernähren, will ich an dieser Stelle hinwegsehen und erspare euch den Text von “Strawberry fields”. Dafür eine erschütternde Selbstbeschreibung der Gruppe, die nicht mal wusste wer sie ist oder war oder bin.

NOWHERE MAN

He`s a real Nowhere Man, sitting in his Nowhere Land,

Making all his Nowhere Plans for Nobody.

….. Doesn`t have a point of view, knows not where is going to,

Isn`t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man, please listen, you don`t know what you`re missing,

Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He`s as blind as he can be, just sees what he want to see,

Nowhere Man, can you see me at all?

Nowhere Man don`t worry, take your time, don`t hurry,

Leave it all till somebody else, lends you a hand.

….. Doesn`t

He`s a real Nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere Land ……