About the song
Elton John‘s iconic album title track, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road,” stands as a timeless masterpiece that showcases his remarkable talent as a singer, songwriter, and pianist. Released in 1973 as part of the album of the same name, this song is a poignant reflection on the perils of fame and the longing for simplicity and authenticity.
With its haunting melody and introspective lyrics penned by Bernie Taupin, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” resonates with listeners on a deeply emotional level. Elton John’s soulful vocals, accompanied by his virtuosic piano playing, convey a sense of vulnerability and introspection that is both captivating and profound. The song’s evocative imagery and powerful storytelling transport listeners on a journey of self-discovery and redemption.
At its core, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” is a poignant meditation on the sacrifices and pressures of fame, as well as a yearning for a return to one’s roots and true identity. Its enduring popularity and critical acclaim speak to its universal themes and the enduring legacy of Elton John as one of the greatest musicians of all time.
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When are you gonna come down?When are you going to land?I should have stayed on the farmI should have listened to my old manYou know you can’t hold me foreverI didn’t sign up with youI’m not a present for your friends to openThis boy’s too young to be singingThe blues, ah, ahSo goodbye yellow brick roadWhere the dogs of society howlYou can’t plant me in your penthouseI’m going back to my ploughBack to the howling old owl in the woodsHunting the horny back toadOh, I’ve finally decided my future liesBeyond the yellow brick roadAh, ahWhat do you think you’ll do then?I bet they’ll shoot down the planeIt’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonicsTo set you on your feet againMaybe you’ll get a replacementThere’s plenty like me to be foundMongrels who ain’t got a pennySniffing for tidbits like youOn the ground, ah, ahSo goodbye yellow brick roadWhere the dogs of society howlYou can’t plant me in your penthouseI’m going back to my ploughBack to the howling old owl in the woodsHunting the horny back toadOh, I’ve finally decided my future liesBeyond the yellow brick roadAh, ah