Mini-critique N°107

Paroles :

In Penny Lane, there is a barber showing photographs

Of every head he's had the pleasure to know

And all the people that come and go

Stop and say hello

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar

And 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

Wet beneath the blue suburban skies

I sit and meanwhile back in

Penny Lane, there is a fireman with an hourglass

And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen

He likes to keep his fire engine clean

It's a clean machine

Penny Lane, is in my ears and in my eyes

A four of fish and finger pies

In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout

A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray

And though she feels as if she's in a play

She is anyway

Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer

We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim

And then, the fireman rushes in from 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

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes

There beneath the blue suburban skies

Penny Lane

Critique :

Selon Internet, il s'agit d'un acte militant qui dénonce l'utilisation du nom Penny, en référence à James Penny, ardent défenseur de l'esclavage.