This one is on for obvious reasons today. Hope you
remembered to file!
As the lead-off song on 1966’s Revolver, “Taxman” has to be
among the most significant of the songs written by George Harrison in The
Beatles’ oeuvre, if only because it’s the only song by him that begins a
Beatles LP. That alone should make it remarkable.
Harrison really began to come into his own in this period so
that his contribution of a song to an album became more and more interesting. “Taxman”—like
his later “Piggies”—shows that the “quiet Beatle” could be quite vitriolic.
Here he’s the voice of the person fed up with how much of his money goes to
taxes. The Beatles at this time had become so commercially successful that they
were being taxed at 95%. “Should five
percent appear too small / Be grateful I don’t take it all,” indeed.
The song is also in the spirit of “a plague on both your
houses” as both Mr. Wilson (Labour Party) and Mr. Heath (Conservative Party)
get jeered at. And that sentiment is appropriate to how I recall persons
looking upon the government where I was from. Both parties, in the U.S. government, are only too happy
to take your money for their bottomless “pork barrels.” Which is a way of saying
that you didn’t have to be high rollers like the Fab Four to feel the pinch,
and to take the song’s point of view.
In today’s world, it seems, big earners like The Beatles
would find ways to get out of paying so much, but, yes, it was a more naïve world
in those days, in so many ways. So much so that the song really seems like the
gripe of the middle-class kid who suddenly strikes it rich only to see—as you would
in cartoons—some Fat Cat government agent coming along to relieve him of the
bulk of it. Easy come, easy go.
It’s also clever of Harrison to end the song as he does: “And
my advice to those who’ve died / Declare the pennies on your eyes.” Which is a
way of saying that death and taxes are indeed the only constants in life and
that, even in death, there are taxes. Don’t we know it?
It’s a great, blistering song, with McCartney showing off on
bass and on a distorted lead guitar solo, with a bit of Indian influence—an influence that
surfaces significantly elsewhere on the album. It’s a style of rock that is somewhat akin to what would come to be
called “acid rock,” with those heavy drums and the cranked-up guitar. It’s a
far cry from the more subdued sounds of Rubber
Soul, kicking off Revolver with a
sense that the old happy-go-lucky Beatles are a thing of the past. Revolver
shows signs of wanting to “say” more with their music, and this song indicates
that the capitalist system which had made them its darlings was beginning to
chafe.
There was also the further irony that leaders of the youth culture, still denigrated as noise makers in some quarters, should be contributing so much to the GNP of good old Blighty. Well, not so ironic if you consider that they were by this point MBEs all. All must pull their weight, lads!
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