Do you agree that happiness is a warm gun? If so, which moments in your life really brought out the warm gunniness of happiness? Just some early morning thoughts.
If you were stranded in the arctic circle, with nothing but penguins as a potential source of nourishment, then yes, happiness would be a warm gun, but not if you're standing in the queue at a local grocers.
When metaphorically shooting down someone in debate or aguement with a singular piece of wit, the happiness spreads like warm pee in knitted trousers, but I find it is only short lived, and soon gives way to the stale stench of guilt.
Why was happiness compared to a warm gun in the first place? 😕
Some moments I can think of:
. Arriving in the Lake District each year.
. My first gig, I went to see Manic Street Preachers at the NIA. They played my favorite song first 'Motorcycle Emptiness' 😄 They even played 'Roses In the Hospital'! 😁
. Going to Morissons to buy 'Journal For plague Lovers' the day it came out. I was looking forward for that album for ages.
. Every Christmas!
I think of it as a sexual allusion, but also the feeling of having just displaced some energy in whatever way - writing a song, beating someone up, finishing a puzzle. I admit though, it is kind of a strange mantra.
There are numerous sexual allusions in the song, "She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand...Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime...A "warm gun" implies that you just blew your load, "when I feel you in my arms, my finger on your trigger" (clitoris) Whether or not this is the intended theme of the song is another question though, Lennon stated he got the title from a gun magazine.
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