Even if HE says it’s not, I don’t think it matters because the general consensus is that the song IS about masturbation.
Or to put it another way… to me Kleenex is more that just a brand of tissues. Tissues are Kleenex, Kleenex are tissues. Just because they say different, I still ask my wife to buy Kleenex, when I really don’t care what brand she buys.
Perception is reality, and when I hear that song, that’s what I think about, and it’s reinforced when I see creamy white cheese pouring over a burger.
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Well Paul said “Lucy in the Sky With Dimonds” wasn’t about LSD. For 30 years. Till he said of course it’s about LSD.
What in the world else would it be about then? Body and beats? I stain my sheets? Big hand, I know you’re the one? And even if I take it completly literaly, why would I want to think about a pus filled blister in the context of a cheese covered hamberger?
I believe he still maintains that the song’s name comes from Julian Lennon’s drawing of a girl named Lucy, but that it was indeed about LSD, and that the initials are just a coincidence. So, in other words, a bit of each version of the story is the truth:
No, it isn’t. The writer of any piece – a song, a novel, a movie – is God Almighty when it comes to saying what the piece is about. Even if his claim sounds silly.
I disagree in principle. The author loses any right to dictate the experience of reading the novel or listening to the song as soon as it’s done, if for no other reason than that authors lie, and not even consistently.
In this instance, though, I would have to say the song is not about masturbation. At most, it spends two lines describing masturbation. I also find nothing incongruous about using the song for a fast food commercial. After all, “I’m high as a kite/ And I just might/ Stop to check you out.” describes how many Americans encounter fast food.
I’ve always assumed “Blister in the Sun” is about a guy who realizes he’s gay. “Big hands, I know you’re the one?” His girlfriend is crying? Come on, he’s decided he likes guys with big wangs.
I beg to differ. If someone writes a song about sex/weird sex/drugs/jerking off/ what have you and they come around later and say “it was really about flowers and fluffy bunnies” we, who have a cerebal cortex have every right to :dubious: . Ah yeah right, if Johnny Rotton (Lydon) said “God Save the Queen” was a repectful ode, I guess I 'd have to believe him.
And just to add…I don’t take God almighty as his word most days. He’s been know to brag.