«I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?»Photo of Narvik (Trondheim, according to B.G.) by Jemery, 2001.
«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.»
It is, in fact, Trondheim:
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snow and noise in the air, discussions of reality when it is really really dark
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