Annoyed. Never enjoyed the song
this post was submitted on 16 Oct 2024
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Melancholic
Why do you think it makes you feel melancholic?
I'm sorry, I don't understand this if it's a question?
Edit - Now I look like a dingdong, you edited it! XD
Why do you think it makes you feel that way?
Hm, probably because it brings back memories of childhood which are a mixed bag. Otherwise I generally like the Beatles, so it's not all sad. Not my favorite song, but a rippling sound. And that's all my brain can extract today!
It makes me feel peaceful and nostalgic, and weirdly grateful.
Makes me feel like when I have a small bit of a song stuck in my head and I'm desperately trying to think of what follows so that I can properly look it up but I can't. Feels like there should be more of a follow-up in the chorus after "strawberry fields forever". As it is, it feels like a jingle for a company named strawberry fields.
It makes me wish I wasn't saving heroin towards the end of my life.
Honestly, annoyed. It feels like they're trying too hard to do... something? So much start and stop, random instruments coming and going. Drums in the left ear!
I like a lot of Beatles' music, but this era is not for me. Rubber Soul and Help hit the spot. I prefer Pink Floyd's take on psychedelic or whatever it's meant to be.
Edit: to better describe the feeling, it makes me feel like being forced on a roadtrip or vacation with parents. Too young to understand or care about the destination, knowing there are an unlimited number of other destinations I'd rather be.
This is one of my favorites! I feel like the entire album is made of really good, and unique tracks, but since you asked about this one in particular...
I feel nostalgic for something, not quite definable, that I never experienced. A mix of cozy and wistful.
If you enjoy that song, make sure you give the whole album a go. Also wanna plug an alternate take (take 2, very rough), because it's an interesting listen if you're familiar with the original recording.
https://youtu.be/y5g_DiZF5NI?feature=shared
The final version (that made it to the album) is actually a speed-adjusted splice between take 7 and take 26.
-Edit- Magical Mystery Tour https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nqb7p4ZKK8u4SIwd8S0odRX8iO2cE3JVk&feature=shared
But what do you feel, like physically or emotionally and detached from any cultural or reputational lens?
I reckon it's impossible to filter out my emotional reaction to the song's cultural baggage.
Like I'm lying in the backseat of my parents' car in the 90s watching the powerlines and the clouds languidly roll by.
++ for using languid-
Edit: I AM NOT A ROBOTS.TXT
Ha! I use it because I just don't want the use of "languid" in the language to languish in anguish.
like this
Can you supplement that with how it makes you feel in material terms heh?
i love that song so much, and i don't know if i can meaningfully describe it in any form more physical than an animated gif lol. the only thing i think i can note of is the weird terror i feel inside when john sings "nothing is real".
The terror fades once you accept the statement is true and come to terms with it. Or, it should at least.