Been on a huge Beatles kick lately. I thought this song fit my emotionally unbalanced character Carolina. I wouldn't say he'd actually light a fire to someone's house...but it makes for an interesting thought.



I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good Norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine,
We talked until two and then she said: "It's time for bed"

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath

And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good Norwegian wood.


Ink on computer paper. Crummy photo =(