Sitting anywhere / City’s everywhere

text published on C3 Magazine, n.326

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Sitting anywhere

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.

She showed me her room, isn’t it good, norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,

So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.

We talked until two and then she said, “it’s time for bed.”

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.

I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath.

And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.

So I lit a fire, isn’t it good, norwegian wood.

The Beatles, Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown), Rubber Soul, 1965