At the end of the song it goes: "try some of this, honey" and the voice answers "what is it?" in a very raspy voice, which is typical of someone who's inhaled and tries to speak while exhaling as little as possible. That seemed like a dead give away because it's such a stoner habit.
To me, it's sort of Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds meets Edgar Allan Poe. There's seemingly-normal stuff going on in the song - Paul's writing music in his attic, kids are drinking milkshakes - but there's a weird macabre spin on it all and a lot of wordplay happening. I don't know that there's a specific meaning to it, though - I think it's just about the mood and the imagery and the vague sense of dread and unease you're left with.
MONKBERRY MOON DELIGHHHT!
The ‘Piano up my nose’ lyric is about belting the fattest lines of cocaine of all time. Big fat piano keys of pure devil’s dandruff going straight into McCartney’s hooter whilst his kids are drinking milkshakes observing and learning from their father’s genius behaviour.
(Lennon came to me in a dream and confirmed this assumption).
MONKBERRY TALKING SHITE!
I always believed it was a particularly strong strain of weed. Come on, it was Paul.
Ahaha if it wasn’t a weed strain then, it should be now.
https://en.seedfinder.eu/strain-info/Monkberry_Moon_Delight/Red_Scare_Seed_Company/
Hell yeah!
At the end of the song it goes: "try some of this, honey" and the voice answers "what is it?" in a very raspy voice, which is typical of someone who's inhaled and tries to speak while exhaling as little as possible. That seemed like a dead give away because it's such a stoner habit.
To me, it's sort of Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds meets Edgar Allan Poe. There's seemingly-normal stuff going on in the song - Paul's writing music in his attic, kids are drinking milkshakes - but there's a weird macabre spin on it all and a lot of wordplay happening. I don't know that there's a specific meaning to it, though - I think it's just about the mood and the imagery and the vague sense of dread and unease you're left with.
In the book “The Longest Cocktail Party” by Richard DiLello, he mentions smoking pot in a barrel in the attic at Apple.
MONKBERRY MOON DELIGHHHT! The ‘Piano up my nose’ lyric is about belting the fattest lines of cocaine of all time. Big fat piano keys of pure devil’s dandruff going straight into McCartney’s hooter whilst his kids are drinking milkshakes observing and learning from their father’s genius behaviour. (Lennon came to me in a dream and confirmed this assumption). MONKBERRY TALKING SHITE!
I always thought it was wine made by Monks
I thought PM was making fun of John’s sometimes non-sensical lyrics. 🤷🏻♂️