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når du går hjem alene midt på natta, og du kan ha volumet på fullt...



og den gjør deg så lykkelig at du danser. Omtrent som historien bak:

"The idea for the song came about when Starr was on a boating trip with his family in Sardinia in 1968. He ordered Fish and Chips for lunch, but instead of fish he got squid. Then the boat's captain told Starr about how octopuses travel along the sea bed picking up stones and shiny objects with which to build gardens, Starr said that hearing about octopuses spending their days collecting shiny objects at the bottom of the sea was one of the happiest things he had ever heard, inspiring him to write this song."
- wikipedia

Keith: Do you wanna have sex?
Dave: sure.
Keith: I wanna do it on the floor.
Dave: OK. Just let me put these groceries away.

Som kommentaren under sa, aww, John has a man-crush on Ringo. How sweet.
Og George er så søt når han nesten river ned den greia (1:32) ^^

Billy: That's the thing about Narciussus, it's not that he's so fucking in love with himself, because he isn't at all, he fucking hates himself. It's that without that reflection looking back at him... he doesn't exist.

Innimellom danser de litt.
"Hør nå," sier hun, når refrenget i en gammel Bob Marley-låt nærmer seg.
Og Doppler hører.
If you are a big, big tree, synges det.
We are a small axe
Ready to cut you down
To cut you down
Maj Britt gestikulerer rytmisk underveis,
"if you are a big, big tree," synger hun, og peker på Doppler med den ene bambusstaven på you.
"We are a small axe," fortsetter hun, og peker inn mot seg selv med begge hender på we.
"Ready to cut you down," synger hun, og gjentar:
"To cut you down," og begge gangene denne siste linjen synges, mimer hun huggebevegelser på cut, og på down.
Når sanger er over, halter Maj Britt over til anlegget og får den til å begynne på nytt, og Doppler lar seg rive med. De synger og mimer begge to, under første refreng peker de på hverandre på you, men senere stiller de seg ved siden av hverandre og peker mot en usynlig tredjepart, mot alle svinene der ute som tror de har det så klart. Det er Maj Britt og Doppler mot resten av verden; hvis du tror du er så jævlig konge, og kan herse med andre mennesker eller med naturen, så kommer Maj Britt og Doppler og hugger deg ned, og hugger deg ned.

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like a sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's heartbeat would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a chrystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.