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In the rush hour lines of Bergen
(«In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence» – Procol Harum)

In the rush hour lines of Bergen
And the friday evening rain
Stands a rusty old Pajero
Whose old tires are filled with air
For it’s owner, good sir Johan,
Who is now off to the bars.
And although it’s tank is leaking
We know age is not the cause
And if age is not the reason
It’s origin must be poor
But this car though old and rusty
Must be good enough for him.

In the rush hour lines of Bergen
And the clouds of car exhaust
Stand the remnants of a vehicle
Which is waiting all in vain
For the roaring of an engine, whose
Existence is at end
But the air is filled with silence
And the headlights are not bright
But still darkness is no reason
Johan can walk instead.
And his car though old and rusty
Still was good enough for him.

In the rush hour lines of Bergen
And the shouts of angry men
Waiting only for the moving
By the towing truck’s strong crane.
And perhaps in the container
Where it now is laid to rest
May just be where we want it
Where it slows us not at all.
But still age was not the reason
It was made of brittle parts
But this car though old and rusty
Will make paper clips galore.

Streaming sample fr? slutten av f?rste og starten p? andre vers kan h?yrast her: In the Wee Small Hours of Sixpence

Originaltekst her: In the Wee Small Hours of Sixpence