Goodnight Oslo - Robyn Hitchcock, The Venus 3

She came out of the past

Gliding through the mirror

From ashtrays, turntables and body hair

She came out on the nose

The trains had all stopped running

They had froze

But I’ve got special powers

That render me invisible

To everyone but you

And so delicious floes

So easy from the clouds

In Sunday morning Oslo time

You fade into the crowd

Don’t go to heaven by yourself

You need a mission and a friend

I’m promising you soul to soul to soul

It never ends

It’s just Norwegian speed

And Norway makes the world go round

Like you go round in circles

All the time

Goodnight Oslo

Harold Skrindo said

Go out to Vigeland

See the bodies

Climb each other to the sky

To the sky

You leave the Stray Hotel

And find a place to smoke

A house that has no walls

Or memories at all

You’re listening to her

Still broadcasting inside

But you can walk out

Any time

Goodnight Oslo

Goodnight Oslo

Goodnight Oslo

It’s just Norwegian speed

From Tromso down to Kirstiansand

They’re waiting for the dark

That never comes