Vocals: Da Bar Ratt
Ukulele: Da Bar Ratt Snr
Guitar: El Bar Ratto
Bass: Ttar Rab
Drums: Ratt Bar
Produced by David Barratt at The Abattoir Mobile near Abbey Road
Original recording: 13–14 February, 20 April 1967
Ukulele Version: April 9 2012
Written and credited to George Harrison
ABOUT THE SONG
This is the sound of George throwing his toys out of the pram. He felt ripped off by The Beatles publishing structure and in the middle of the Sgt. Pepper sessions wrote a very sour denunciation of The Beatles publisher – Northern Songs
Northern Songs was a music publishing company formed in 1963 primarily to exploit Lennon–McCartney compositions. The company had subsequently been publicly floated on The London Stock Exchange in 1965, but while Lennon and McCartney each owned 15% of the public company’s shares, Harrison owned just 0.8%.Harrison was contracted by Northern Songs as a songwriter only, and because Northern Songs retained the copyright of its published songs, this meant that John and Paul would earn more from George’s songs than him.
Hence the song’s dissonance and key-changes that complement the barely suppressed bitterness of Harrison’s lyric,which features such self-referential lines as:
"It doesn’t really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it’s only a Northern Song."
The Ukulele version is performed by the mysterious Bar Ratts. Their dissonant and violent version was recorded near Abbey Road Studios. Not much is known about them apart from the fact that if you laid the DNA in their cells end to end, it would go from the earth to the moon more than one million times.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
The Bar Ratts want you be be cognizant of these facts.
The first two female FBI agents were hired in 1972. One was a former nun, the other a former U.S. marine.
Every month that begins on a Sunday will have a Friday the 13th.
The word avocado comes from the Aztec word “ahuacate”, meaning testicle.
A U.S. spinning penny is actually slightly more likely to end up tails because slightly more material is used to make the heads side.
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Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaphobia is the fear of long words.