Mellen (absentmammoth) wrote,
Mellen
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Isn't it good?

More of my Christmas money is going to CDs than anything else. Today I bought a Beatles' album I didn't yet have on CD, Rubber Soul. I honestly think it might be their best record, but completes itself in combination with Revolver, which I may just have to get on CD too.

It's possible Norwegian Wood (This bird has flown) is my favorite Lennon/McCartney tune of all time.

Sometimes, I forget emotionally how incredible The Beatles can be. Logically, I will always be able to cite the huge body of work they produced, their influence in both British and American music, and the ground-breaking things they did. I will always be able to give solid vocally and intellectually tangible reasons about why I love them.

But if I don't listen to them for a while, I forget how simply powerfully good their music is to listen to. I can never really explain the feeling it stirs. The best image I can portray is, and this may make no sense whatsoever, but a glass of ginger ale in cool early spring sunshine. That's what The Beatles had. The ability to make music that purely...I don't even know. It just does. And that's why they were so popular and no one can explain it exactly. The music is good on a musical level, but manages to go beyond that. It's not just The Beatles that can do it, but they are one of the best.

Norwegian Wood does it every time. It's cleverly written, well composed, and sung beautifully in the way only John Lennon could do it. And that's not even half of what it is. No matter what mood I'm in, what kind of day I've had, or what I'm thinking, I can listen to Norwegian Wood and it just sinks in somewhere beneath my skin and holds me there for that two minutes.

And that's why it always confused me that Michelle was the song on the album that got the 1965 Grammy for Song of the Year.


Norwegian Wood (This Bird has Flown)
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 my to stay and told me 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 has flown,
So I lit a fire,
Isn�t it good?
Norwegian wood.
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