Let down by Kazaa.
I’ve got an old favourite running in my head, Øystein Sunde’s “Liten og grønn”, and I want to listen to it. Now, somewhere I have “Sunde på boks”, which is a best of collection from before CDs were even invented (or at least before they were something anyone had actually heard about, let alone seen), it’s three cassettes in a box, which makes it an awkward shape to store with other cassettes which is why it isn’t and I have no idea where to find it. I know I saw it somewhere recently, but where? It used to be one of my most highly prized possessions, actually, I can remember being thrilled when I got it as a Christmas present. Does that mean I ought to have taken better care of it? Probably. I mean, it’s in my flat somewhere, and in good condition too, I just have absolutely no idea where.
In the meantime, I thought that Kazaa might solve my problem in so far as let me hear the song. But, no. And it’s frustrating.
The problem, you see, is that this is one of those songs where I know most of the lyrics, but I can never remember how it begins and I am not 100% sure of the order…
Minus the first line(s?) it starts:
Og har kroppen stappa full av folk og fe.
Her er posten som skal fram,
og aviser likedan,
og en livredd visesanger på turné.
Morn, morn, Sandnessjøen, her er jeg!
Grønn og liten, sjøsjuk, men fornøyd.
Jeg er en Twin-åtter på vei fra Mo i Rana,
og har hundre mil igjen, før jeg blir fortøyd.
And then we definitely have:
De’kke lett å være grønn når man er liten,
men det er verre å være bleik når man er stor,
folk skal jo reise så fordømrande fort, nå for tiden
og NSB står fast i gamle spor.
Mange mener at jeg er for gammel,
en trofast tjeners tid er snart forbi,
degradert til håpløst gammelt skrammel,
en tegnebrett-fossil til evig tid.
Men når det stormer fra sydvest,
da liker jeg meg best,
jeg bryter håndbak med Odin og Tor.
Så når SAS ikke vil,
og når Braathen ikke tør,
kommer jeg dansende rundt torghatten som før.
But in which order? And I’m sure I’m missing something, too. The last refrain, however, is quite positively:
Morn, morn, Sandnessjøen, her er jeg!
Bli med opp en tur, skal du få se
på en Twin-åtter på vei fra Mo i Rana
som har to-tre år igjen,
før’n er passé.
Which all means I might have to drop by Platekompaniet on my way home and buy the record. Or go home and dig through the whole flat until I find the box.
Voice in my head: (obviously) Øystein Sunde (I wish he’d sing the bits I can’t remember too, I’m sure he knows them well enough)