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Song «Revolution 9» von Beatles.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1968 11 22 (Album)
Label: Apple PCS 7067/8
Songwriter Lennon-McCartney
Produktion: George Martin
Genre: Rock - Artrock - Collage
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Beatles
Lennon-McCartney
George Martin
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Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants About the shortage of grain in Hertfordshire Everyone of them knew that as time went by They'd get a little bit older and a little bit slower but It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by someone who's always Umpteen your father's giving it diddly-i-dee District was leaving, intended to pay for Number 9, number 9 Who's to know? Who was to know? Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 I sustained nothing worse than Also for example Whatever you're doing A business deal falls through I informed him on the third night When fortune gives People ride, people ride Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Ride! Ride! I've missed all of that It makes me a few days late Compared with, like, wow! And weird stuff like that Taking our sides sometimes Floral bark Rouge doctors have brought this specimen I have nobody's short-cuts, aha With the situation They are standing still The plan, the telegram Ooh ooh Ooh A man without terrors from beard to false As the headmaster reported to me My son he really can try as they do to find function Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high And his eyes were low Alright! So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon Or whatever to price it yellow underclothes So, any road, we went to see the dentist instead Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair I'm not in the mood for whirling Um da Aaah How? Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping Birds for birding and fish for fishing Them for themming and when for whimming Only to find the night-watchman Unaware of his presence in the building Onion soup Industrial output Financial imbalance Thrusting it between his shoulder blades The Watusi The twist Eldorado Take this brother, may it serve you well Maybe it's nothing Aaah Maybe it's nothing What? What? Oh Maybe even then Impervious in London Could be difficult thing It's quick like rush for peace is Because it's so much It was like being naked If you became naked