An Essay on Norwegian Wood

Norwegian Wood! A song by The Beatles. The track reminds me of being a jilted lover. It plays all throughout the song, this theme of being jilted. Over and over again, poor John Lennon (who lends vocality this particular Beatles song) is jilted by a girl he visits.

First she shows him her nice furniture, but later on,

“...I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair”

This is the first jilt because she told him to sit anywhere. Before I start nitpicking at the song I just want to point out that she could have been a more gracious host. She should have prepared for having company. Maybe grab a damn chair from the kitchen so your company can relax.

Another jilt came in the form of her saying “it’s time for bed” instead of letting the man leave with his dignity in tact. So she worked in the morning, whatever, give the man a chance to save face, and time, and let him leave. I’m sure by bed time, poor John didn’t want to be there anymore.

Then he slept elsewhere instead of in bed with her, he even complained, saying “I didn’t come crawled out to sleep in the bath.” Of course not. You want to get what you came for. At least you hope to.

I’ve been jilted myself and I’m glad he ended up burning her Norwegian Wood. I’ve been fooled. Led to the room, been shown how nice it was, and then I was asked to pay for what I wanted. I then refused and went to the party without her. Needless to say, a guy shouldn’t feel guilty for burning the gal’s wood if she treats him so bad. It’s better than the alternative.