3 ben – noget om nonsenslyrik
6. august 2016Jeg har en svaghed for nonsenspoesi. Når poesien kommer helt derud, hvor det først bliver meningsløst og – måske – den rene galskab. Eksemplerne fra litteraturen er legio. Jeg behøver vel ikke at minde jer om Halfdan Rasmussen, der forstod den kunst at underholde børn og voksne med nonsenspoesi? Men også i rocken og poppen sker det, at den dukker op. Som her hos Paul McCartney på Ram i sangen “3 legs”… Jeg har altid mistænkt Paul McCartney for at være lidt gal (og DET skal sørme forstås som et kompliment!)
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Well, when i walk, when i walk,
Walk my horse upon a hill.
Well, when i walk, walk, walk, walk,
Walk my horse upon a hill.
When i lay me down,
Will my lover love me still?A dog is here,
A dog is there,
My dog he got three legs
But he can’t run.Well, when i thought, well, i thought,
When i thought you was my friend.
When i thought, well, i thought,
When i thought you was my friend.
But you let me down, ho,
Put my heart around the bend.A fly flies in,
A fly flies out,
Most flies they got three legs
But mine got one.Well, when i fly, when i fly, when i fly,
When i fly above the clouds.
Oh, when i fly, when i fly, when i fly,
When i fly above the clouds.
You can knock me down, with a feather, yes, you could,
But you know it’s not allowed.A dog is here,
A dog is there,
My dog he got three legs
But he can’t run.My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none, uh, uh, uh,
My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none,
My dog he got three legs, your dog he got none.
