Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s existential angst is centred around the sound of the word ‘prolix’.
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‘Time eel, time, this is I feel…’
‘Tea my mind, oh now…’
‘Heaping lips, still you wet me.’
‘Dewy find, dewy find…’
‘In my side-piece, thinking on and on.’
‘See-ee-ee, oh-oh…’
‘The juice for me-ee-ee…’
‘Brain, a brand new day.’
‘Oh, e-oh-e-oh, a feeling fee.’
‘Jewel dungeon you!’
‘Cry-e-eye, mishy is.’
‘Tired clothes draped once more…’
‘A river gravy, moose blue-oo.’
‘It’s the candle he blow.’
‘A candy visage, rain among you.’
‘Eeba eeba said, heavy jo-jo!’
‘Happy mood go too soon.’
‘Love stench on and on!’
‘I, you, it’s true.’
‘Feeling ah-ah, baby ah…’
‘Heartbeat come on the pop style.’
‘Never never, never never…’
‘Found you night maybe I told you girl.’
‘Oh oh, something I could do-oo.’
‘Real eyes, and pincers on the ridge.’
‘I dream of celery now…’
‘I could smile, dooly do-do…’

Why not phone a close friend in the middle of the night and whisper this to them?

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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