Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have known
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain...
Very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
[...]
With " Penny Lane" (John Lennon , Paul McCartney ), the Beatles sing nostalgia, describing, with the surreal tone that printing the filter of memory, scenes of daily life in this district of Liverpool. Wikipedia tells us that he was named in reference to James Penny, slave trader the 18th century. Fortunately, the memory of the Beatles , not this despicable character that come to honor the many tourists who wander the streets today in Liverpool.
The melody is beautiful, decorated with a famous trumpet solo, and establish a perfect backdrop to the back a little melancholy. This does not Paul McCartney slipping into the text a reference to the local slang ( Four of fish and finger pies ) evoking a specialty "gourmet" regional four sub (which is Liverpool somewhat the mussels - are fried to Belgium) and a tentative practice whereby "teens" learn, at your fingertips, sexuality (literally "finger pie").
It is strange and funny to see how this song arouses in his listeners nostalgic for the days when it was aired on a daily basis, while she describes her longing for authors looking back to their hometown. It ends, however, one last "Penny Lane" followed by an ellipsis, like an echo that fades but never dies.
Penny Lane
(On) Penny Lane the barber always photographed
Every head he enjoyed combing
And passersby stop to
Say hello
The banker rolls in the corner convertible
The street children are hilarious
it does not impervious
the rain storm
Very strange
Penny Lane is in my eyes and ears
There, while seated under the sun
I think back to past
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
In his pocket, a portrait of the queen, folded
Washing his truck to clean
firefighter is a Washer
(solo trumpet)
Penny Lane is in my eyes and ears
Fish - fried, hands that try their hand
In the summer, and once
Near the intersection behind the bus shelter a pretty
Nurse sells poppies on a cart
Although it she thinks the comedy play
She succeeded
(On) Penny Lane, a hairdresser will Another client
To cut the banker wisely patient
Then the fireman comes
Under the pouring rain
Penny Lane is in my eyes and ears
There, while seated under the sun
I think back to past
Penny Lane is in my eyes and ears
There, while seated under the sun
I think back to past
Penny Lane
(Translation - Adaptation: Polyphrène)
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