Video clip from the maharishi mahesh yogi's ashram in rishikesh india, AKA the beatles's ashram because they visited the place in the summer of 1967. "Lennon became discouraged after the Maharishi had allegedly made a pass at one of the female members of their entourage." (wikipedia)"
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, a guru to the Beatles the Beach Boys' Mike Love, Mia Farrow, Donovan, and millions of others, died Tuesday at his home in the Dutch town of Vlodrop, a spokesman said. He was probably 91 years old.
When I was young, he was a huge cultural figure, with many people taking his transcendental meditation, and those of us who didn't felt like we should have...
"He died peacefully at about 7 p.m.," said Bob Roth, a spokesman for the Transcendental Meditation movement that the Maharishi founded. He said his death appeared to be due to "natural causes, his age."
The Beatles and Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in Rishikesh (1968)
Once laughed out of the room as hippie mysticism, the Hindu practice of mind control that Maharishi taught, called transcendental meditation, gradually gained medical respectability and has been proved to help regulate blood pressure, anxiety, etc.
He may have been a teacher and holy man, but he also amassed a multi-multi=-million empire of transendental meditation centers, and a TM University in the middle west of the Unites States.
Cosmic Debris by Frank Zappa was probably written about him. Sexy Sadie by John Lennon (from The White Album) most certainly was.
Sex Sadie
By John Lennon/Paul McCartney
hoSexy Sadie what have you done
You made a fool of everyone
You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie ooh what have you done.
Sexy Sadie you broke the rules
You layed it down for all to see
You layed it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie oooh you broke the rules.
One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along to turn on everyone
Sexy Sadie the greatest of them all.
Sexy Sadie how did you know
The world was waiting just for you
The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie oooh how did you know.
Sexy Sadie you'll get yours yet
However big you think you are
However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie oooh you'll get yours yet.
We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie she's the latest and the greatest of them all.
She made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie.
However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie.
Cosmik Debris
Music and lyrics by Frank Zappa
The Mystery Man came over
An' he said: "I'm outa-site!"
He said, for a nominal service charge,
I could reach nervonna t'nite
If I was ready, willing 'n able
To pay him his regular fee
He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
And devote His Attention to me
But I said . . .
Look here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
(Now who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?)
Look here brother,
Don't you waste your time on me
The Mystery Man got nervous
An' he fidget around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe
An' he whipped out a shaving kit
Now, I thought it was a razor
An' a can of foamin' goo
But he told me right then when the top popped open
There was nothin' his box won't do
With the oil of Afro-dytee
An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo
He said:
"You might not believe this, little fella, but it'll cure your Asthma too!"
An' I said . . .
Look here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
(Now what kind of a geroo are you anyway?)
Look here brother,
Don't you waste your time on me
Don't waste yer time . . .
I've got troubles of my own, I said
An' you can't help me out
So take your meditations an' your preparations
An' ram it up yer snout
"BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!," he said
An' held it to the light
So I snatched it
All away from him
An' I showed him how to do it right
I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
So I'd look like I was Deep
I said some Mumbo Jumbos then
An' told him he was goin' to sleep
I robbed his rings
An' pocket watch
An' everything else I found
I had that sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even make a sound
I proceeded to tell him his future then
As long as he was hanging around,
I said
"The price of meat has just gone up
An' yer ol' lady has just gone down . . . "
Look here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
(Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?)
Don't you know,
You could make more money as a butcher,
So don't you waste your time on me
(Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me . . . )
Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm
SSHONTAY
---o0o---
1 comment:
When saw my first tv report of The Beatles and Yogi Bare Butt I said, "This has got to be a put-on, that guy is a total con-artist.
Oh, and speakin' of lyrics, here's moi's contribution.....
to the tune of George Harrison’s “Awaiting On You All”
(a.k.a.
“Chanting The Name Of The Lord”)
“Chanting The Name Of The Turd”
a.k.a.
“Chanting The Name Of Old Tor”
You may have a smooth grin/
Your lies come out deadpan/
great communicator, mental masturbator/
spent a decade vegetatin’/
If you open up your heart/
blood will gush right out/
your emotions are in your brain/
not in replaceable chest spout/
By chantin’ the name of old Tor and you will see/
it’s worthless as chanting the name of any ole deity/
when earthquakes or giant storms come from the sea/
its as helpful as if you spent your whole life chantin’ Gumby/
You need to cut a fart/
all life needs to make gas/
if you’re an instigator or alligator/
you’re gonna get recycled/
If you open up your heart/
blood will gush right out/
charge gnomes in you chest rent/
`cause they’ll never help you out/
By chantin’ the name of old Tor and you will see/
it’s worthless as chanting the name of any ole deity/
`god speed` or Lennon songs in space shuttles ain’t worth a pee/
when they go boom you’re toast regardless of your theology/
You do need some shelter/
reporters love helter skelter/
Invest in Mardi Gras beads, not flood wall needs,/
and churches go a floatin’/
If you open up your heart/
there’ll be a blood stream/
don’t let the creeps con you/
with their minds so freakin’ mean/
George sang, “Pope owns 51% of General Motors.”/
Harrison was pissed, he only owned 49% of GM stores./
Chant Jehovah, Krishna, Allah, Satan or Tor/
They’re equally worthless to help you, that’s for sure/
Stay on Groovin' safari,
Tor
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