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Honestly, I don't feel these influences in Rubber Soul...

Often, Scaruffi and the Dream T. are quoted for comparisons that ultimately prove to be completely useless. Perhaps it’s time to stop. I don’t care what Scaruffi says about the Beatles, and honestly, all this psychoanalysis in music doesn’t resonate with me. The lysergic experience was simply due to the doses of LSD they took, nothing more. Anyway, in Italian, without offense, this text means very little to me, if not resembling a half-delirious trip. Having it done by the Beatles gives it a whole different meaning, obviously. Imagine it sung in Italian, for example, by the Pooh. They would have been pelted with tomatoes.

two excellent songs...... "psychoanalysis in music," I would let it go....

Two of the most beautiful Beatles songs for me. Lennon’s lyrics are a joy to explore. He’s one of the few who used nonsense like Lewis Carroll; I read that sometimes he deliberately wrote ad minchiam lyrics (I Am the Walrus) just for fun to see if anyone could find a meaning in them. Strawberry’s one seems to be one of the less challenging ones.

But these are two great pop-lisergic pieces, no doubt about it, but damn it if you keep bringing up Scabuffo just like high and psychoanalytic meanings with every syllable written by Giovanni Lennone every two seconds, I go insane. Insane.

Maybe Scaruffi likes these 2 tracks too.

For "psychoanalysis in music," I have intentionally used the definition provided by McCartney himself. The text is raw, unfinished, devoid of any labor limae, a stream of consciousness that entirely reflects the drama of alienation and the passage of time. That’s why.

"Forever the fields of strawberries," "there's no way around it," I think that when I got my hands on my brother's 45 RPM, I was 12 years old in '67, I started listening to it in my attic. I remember well that after a first taste of the two tracks, "the strawberries" took over my "virgin palate," unaware of what I was handling, I served them to myself for an entire month. Now... there's no comparison in the qualitative difference, both in terms of compositional complexity and the arrangements, between the two tracks.

Scaruffi, the Dream Theater, and Justin Bieber, or rather, especially Justin Bieber, I would say. Then, the expression "pochi cazzi" has always made me burst into cosmic raspberry sounds, well, who cares...