Strawberry Fields, John Lennon, Thirty Years, Peace and Love

You can shine your shoes and wear a suit

You can comb your hair and look quite cute
You can hide your face behind a smile
One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside
You can wear a mask and paint your face
You can call yourself the human race
You can wear a collar and a tie
One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside
Well, now you know that your cat has nine lives
Nine lives to itself but you only got one
And a dog's life ain't fun, mama take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled insideOne thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside


I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, shortsighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoic primadonnas
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, shortsighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

John Lennon

So long ago.

Was it in a dream?
Was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know.
It seemed so very real,
seemed so real to me.
Took a walk down the street.
Through the heat whispered trees.
I thought I could hear.
Hear.
Hear.
Hear.
Somebody call out my name (John)
as it started to rain.
Two spirits dancing so strange...
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Dream, dream away.
Magic in the air.
Was magic in the air? I believe, yes I believe.
More I cannot say.
What more can I say?
On a river of sound.
Through the mirror go round, round.
I thought I could feel.
Feel.
Feel.
Feel.
Music touching my soul.
Something warm, sudden cold.
The spirit dance was unfolding...
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse
Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse