Some snatches of cafe song lyrics misheard over the hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s special sounds are: tap, tick, tap, thud, tick, rattle, thud, tick and tap.

‘Darning every spring, oh…’
‘Sometimes I’m filth…’
‘My mind inside him.’
‘Ooh, oh, oh…’
‘Offal double day now…’
‘A circus in my mind.’
‘I could see a cherub rub…’
‘I write the rug – doo doo.’
‘See my chest, my shadow.’
‘You and cheese, reach out to me-ee.’
‘Whoo whoo, you be what you do.’
‘Work it, work it, to me-ee.’
‘The only joy you find, waiting for the tope.’
‘Walking shears, life is paper.’
‘Whoo whoo, ersh…’
‘The stars hope inspires, a hollow guess.’
‘Taking me higher, ee, ee, ee…’
‘I lick to freeze, my tush, my pucket.’
‘Someone else, just fine…’
‘I, I, I, seize for long, don’t fool with me.’
‘Together, don’t come walking now.’
‘Fee-eelings mound an inch babe.’
‘Like rain, soup to me.’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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