Tag 967 mit Corona (Tag 263 des Krieges) und von einem Lied geträumt

Aufgewacht und an den Traum erinnert: "Nowhere Man". Hier ist das Lied, gespielt von einer kleinen vierköpfigen Tanzkapelle im Circus Krone, am 24. 6. 1966:

George Harrison: "We were just a little dancehall band."

Nowhere Man

 

He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else
lends you a hand.

He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.