Some cafe song lyrics misheard over the hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s wrinkled old black and white snapshot is the one of me and Rene Magritte eating croissants outside a Paris cafe in 1958.

‘Like everything is long.’
‘Oh, oh, close to my ham…’
‘Glove you too-oo…’
‘Sweet lefty goodnight.’
‘Oh, oh, thousands of doors…’
‘Now everything is Russian…’
‘Focus on my heel, ah, ah…’
‘My hips are large, large…’
‘Hold me, unfold me, Baby.’
‘Ooh eye, ooh eye, woad a clue do-oo…’
‘Whoo-oo, me-ee, me-ee…’
‘You are Tommy, no?’
‘Say me, bay bee.’
‘Oh, the sun rissoles.’
‘Scared me too, nup nup.’
‘Shake me fire!’
‘How can we the way to be? Oh…’
‘Oh, the size of the street, oh no…’
‘You love you you love me-ee.’
‘Me, a leftover?’
‘There are no keys, come on now.’
‘Na na na na na…’
‘You’ve got no tree Mormon snowman whoa…’
‘Mauve days all day.’
‘Camoo… yeah yeah!’
‘I find crazy, it’s my head now.’
‘Someone Bobby take me!’
‘Care of your brain-brain.’
‘Mutchie lip food…’

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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