Norwegian Wood by some guys from somewhere.

[Swede]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaNQjhXhfVs

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.

[lutefisk]

1. What group is that?

But seriously folks, one of my favorites. Thanks for the video - I haven't seen that.

edit: I just realized I first heard that song 42 years ago and it's been in me head ever since!

[Joe Fields]

2. one of my favorite songs from those anonymous guys.

:toast:

[JeffR]

3. Those kids are gonna be HUGH!!!111

Thanks for the link, Swede.

[DarkTirade]

8. God damn it, would you people stop taking my name in vain?

:P

[SPKrazy]

9. It's HUGH!!!!!!11111

:rofl:

:hi:

[DarkTirade]

4. Hey, I think I've heard of those guys somewhere before...

it's gonna bug me if I can't remember their name though... :P

[KG]

5. Oasis?

[graywarrior]

6. So much sixties nostalgia lately,

I love it.

[lost-in-nj]

7. heh, I thouhgt this was going to be a sex thread...

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:


lost

[RetroLounge]

10. A Swede with Norwegian Wood?

:shrug:

RL

[Swede]

13. Sometimes you have to take your schooner sailing up the fjords!

Ya sure.

[CrownPrinceBandar]

11. Cornershop does a really good version in Punjabi.......

on When I Was Born For The Seventh Time album.

[darkstar]

12. Dylan's "4th Time Around"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DkuqSOcjMw&feature=related
Lots of theories abound about the relationships and origin(s) of the two songs....

[Tuesday Afternoon]

14. interesting. Thanks for the link.

I can hear the similarities...

When she said,
Dont waste your words, theyre just lies,
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, what else you got left?
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, dont forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get.

I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, dont get cute.
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where evryone walked.
And after finding id
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, no, dear.
I said, your words arent clear,
Youd better spit out your gum.
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought Id go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didnt waste time.
And i, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now dont ask for mine.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

15. Thanks for the link, Swede --

:hi: