San Francisco
The Animals Lyrics


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This following program is dedicated to
The city and people of san Francisco
Who may not know it but
They are beautiful and
So is their city this is
A very personal song, so if the viewer
Cannot understand it particularly those
Of you who are european residents
Save up all your bread and fly trans love
Airways to San Francisco USA
Then maybe you'll understand
The song, it will be worth it, if
Not for the sake of this song, but
For the sake of your own peace of mind

Strobe lights beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds to do
On a warm San Francisco night
Old child young child feel alright
On a warm San Francisco night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davisons too
On a warm San Francisco night
Old angels young angels feel alright
On a warm San Francisco night
I wasn't born there, perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go, San Francisco

Cop's face is filled with hate
Heavens above he's on a street called love
When will they ever learn
Old cop young cop feel alright
On a warm San Francisco night




The children are cool they don't raise fools
It's an American dream includes Indians too

Overall Meaning

The Animals' iconic song "San Francisco" is an ode to the city of San Francisco, its inhabitants, and its countercultural movement of the 1960s. The opening lines of the song describe it as a very personal dedication to the city and people of San Francisco who are beautiful but may not know it yet. The lyrics encourage those who cannot understand the song, especially Europeans, to save up and fly to San Francisco to understand better the concept of the song. "San Francisco" is an invitation to join the youth movement that existed in the city, where walls move and shapes assume different meanings, and where angels are believed to sing in freedom, wearing leather wings and denim jeans.


The song creates a sense of nostalgia for the idealistic vision of San Francisco, where the old and the young can feel alright in one warm San Franciscan night. It also speaks of the city's inhabitants, including the police officers, who are on a street called love, where they can learn from one another, and everyone feels alright. The song acknowledges the grim realities, too, especially the police's behavior towards the youth and the countercultural movement, but also emphasizes that the youth movement is cool and includes Native Americans too.


Line by Line Meaning

Strobe lights beam create dreams
Flashing lights create illusions


Walls move minds do too
The environment shapes our thoughts


On a warm San Franciscan night
On a pleasant evening in San Francisco


Old child young child feel alright
People of all ages feel good


On a warm San Franciscan night
On a pleasant evening in San Francisco


Angels sing leather wings
Musicians perform with style


Jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too
Biker fashion is present


On a warm San Franciscan night
On a pleasant evening in San Francisco


Old angels young angels feel alright
Musicians of all ages feel good


On a warm San Franciscan night.
On a pleasant evening in San Francisco


I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
The city has great personal significance


There's no place left to go, San Franciscan.
The city is the only place left to be


Cop's face is filled with hate
Police officers are angry


Heavens above he's on a street called love
The street has a contradictory name


When will they even learn
There's a lack of progress


Old cop young cop feel alright
Police officers of all ages feel good


On a warm San Franciscan night
On a pleasant evening in San Francisco


The children are cool
The young are trendy


They don't raise fools
They don't promote ignorance


It's an American dream
It's a common ideal


Includes indians too.
It applies to Native Americans as well




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BARRIE ERNEST JENKINS, DANNY MCCULLOCH, ERIC VICTOR BURDON, JOHNNY WEIDER, VIC BRIGGS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@andreiabonke4093

Strobe light beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night

Old child , young child
Feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too
On a warm San Franciscan night

Old angel, young angel
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco

Cops face is filled with hate
Heavens above
He's on a street called "Love"
When will they ever learn?
Old cop, young cop
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians too



All comments from YouTube:

@suruha2306

This isn't just a song; it's a feeling! It's a time, a time in all of our collective memories. Good times!

@angelaallen340

Yessss

@noraacevedo7525

Absolutely!

@user-qz4zt2ox2p

Great memories as a kid growing up in the 60’s. Tears, but in a good way I think. Turbulent but beautiful times. So hard to express or explain.

@MilenaZabakova-qd7hn

Úžasná vzpominka, atmosféra mládí......❤❤❤❤❤❤

@brucewalters8635

One of the purposes of art is to record the present time in which the artist resides. It usually applies to art as in painting/drawing, however in this case Eric Burden is a painter. His genius lyrics and sound captured the City that was the Capital of the Flower Power era of the 60's. An incredibly important time in our history recorded for posterity.Thank you Eric!

@nicklasmillner101

There is no city nor will there ever be like , San Francisco . Not many cities have a soul , it does !During the pandemic it was blessing!

@WandaHeim

I wouldn't live anywhere else..."There's no place left to go-San Francisco"

@annaseireklidou4270

The Animals one if the best bands for over 50 years and will continue to be for another 50.

@cduby1424

Monterey, when i was young, help me girl house of the rising sun, dont let me be misunderstood, sky pilot,that aint where its at, we gotta get out of this place, its my life, spill the wine eric burdon and war. Alot of good memories!

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