When The Beatles drifted apart, after "The White Album", they were all unhappy. Paul probably the most, and he took on a leadership desperately tryinbg for the group to get back to the joy and productivity, they had earlier. Thus the "Get Back" project, which just estranged him more from the others, especially from John who in his mind mainly had Yoko and heroin at the time. The Long and Winding Road expresses his pain and desperation. It expresses his longing to get back to his partnership with John who did not respond, did not "lead him to the door"....

When The Beatles drifted apart, after "The White Album", they were all unhappy. Paul probably the most, and he took on a leadership desperately tryinbg for the group to get back to the joy and productivity, they had earlier. Thus the "Get Back" project, which just estranged him more from the others, especially from John who in his mind mainly had Yoko and heroin at the time. The Long and Winding Road expresses his pain and desperation. It expresses his longing to get back to his partnership with John who did not respond, did not "lead him to the door". The lines "Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried / Anyway, you'll never know, the many ways I've tried" makes me cry every time I hear it. Paul knows, it is over, but he does not know how to fix it. The pain is visceral. I do not think it ever went away.

I always heard the one line as "Negro observers are counting heads in single file". I think this is about our superior alien overlords peacefully coming down to earth and harmlessly observing us. It employs an unreliable narrator who "doesn't know thick or thin", but has seen them and is trying to describe them and their actions, and to whom they look like negroes. I don't know why the ninnies at Matador censored this, one of the catchiest and funnest songs on the record, from the Psychic Powerless rerelease, but burning books is something facists (whether well meaning or...

I always heard the one line as "Negro observers are counting heads in single file". I think this is about our superior alien overlords peacefully coming down to earth and harmlessly observing us. It employs an unreliable narrator who "doesn't know thick or thin", but has seen them and is trying to describe them and their actions, and to whom they look like negroes. I don't know why the ninnies at Matador censored this, one of the catchiest and funnest songs on the record, from the Psychic Powerless rerelease, but burning books is something facists (whether well meaning or not) do.

In the late '70s Gibson Haynes traveled to the Middle East with his friend to visit the friend's archaeologist dad, who was excavating ancient ruins theorized to be the location of the landing site of ancient aliens. While there, the youths came into a quantity of powerful psychedelic substances known to grow in the region, peganum harmala and acacia shita. Upon imbibing one or the other, they had visions of the lives of Jesus and all the other prophets in the history of humanity, both known and forgotten/obscure, including several in South America and Mexico. All had the same story,...

In the late '70s Gibson Haynes traveled to the Middle East with his friend to visit the friend's archaeologist dad, who was excavating ancient ruins theorized to be the location of the landing site of ancient aliens. While there, the youths came into a quantity of powerful psychedelic substances known to grow in the region, peganum harmala and acacia shita. Upon imbibing one or the other, they had visions of the lives of Jesus and all the other prophets in the history of humanity, both known and forgotten/obscure, including several in South America and Mexico. All had the same story, a pattern repeated throughout history, with each illuminating eternal truth but then coopted and twisted to serve various government, institutions, and selfish individuals' purposes. Gibby and his companions were psychically contacted by the long-buried aliens in a UFO embedded hundreds of feet below the surface, and the archetype of the struggle to free Earthlife from the thralls of its own oppressors and blindness to illusion was imprinted upon their brains. Over a decade later this imprint would be released in the form of this song, urging us to give up our structured neuroses and allow ourselves to meld with God's universal consciousness and not let ourselves be distracted by the moles, ocean liners, dogs, cyclones, layers of the planetary geology or cigarette butts, to stop being distracted by all the idoltry and focus on the true essence and allow ourselves to breathe and our form to function.

This song is about the cosmic energy radiating from seemingly unintelligent and powerless chickens, animals that are farmed and exploited. Those sensitive to psychic energy know that inside us all is a pathway to God, and the chickens as outwardly peaceful beings are more open to that connection than most of us, and they can pierce our souls with their all-seeing inner eye, and know the truth about us, and the truth hidden in our innermost selves. And the singer gazes into this Eye and through it, is put in touch with long forgotten memories of caring for their sibling...

This song is about the cosmic energy radiating from seemingly unintelligent and powerless chickens, animals that are farmed and exploited. Those sensitive to psychic energy know that inside us all is a pathway to God, and the chickens as outwardly peaceful beings are more open to that connection than most of us, and they can pierce our souls with their all-seeing inner eye, and know the truth about us, and the truth hidden in our innermost selves. And the singer gazes into this Eye and through it, is put in touch with long forgotten memories of caring for their sibling and their real feelings about their parents and can reflect on long buried conflicts and confront painful memories. Gaze into the Eye of the Chicken!