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1968

Anyone For Tennis

by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp

Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears

An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years

And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.

Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer

While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer

And the Bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.

Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope

With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes

And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.

Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo

You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too

And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.

Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

I love this song!

Would love to read your interpretations.

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If I was being generous I'd say it's one of those 'address the state of the absurd world around us' songs, filled with surreal/nonsensical images to try and show the madness of late 60s western civilisation. Not meant to make sense, just to point out the craziness around us all.

If I was being less generous I'd say it was a second rate attempt to jump on the Beatles bandwagon using the I Am The Walrus template.

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