Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s sound is the thud and echo of the iron-studded dungeon door slamming shut deep in the stinking catacombs under Count Zolklo’s long abandoned castle…

‘Wish me down, down girl…’
‘Whoa whoa, whoo whoo, say-e-ay…’
‘I feel such a sty.’
‘So love… oh oh… baby…
‘Me, to chew, and you-oo!’
‘Of you to me ask you all, boo-a-oo!’
‘Remember I sold you shadows…’
‘Dangle down, just a part to play for now girl.’
‘Cream-a-lee, oh oh…’
‘I need, I need, this is vorsprung.’
‘Where are you now? You, everyone?’
‘Roly-poly need ’em, waffles want to chew.’
‘I want to sigh-e-eye.’
‘No, I don’t want sky-e-eye…’
‘Go on, say it, I’m falling.’
‘You wash your hair in the night.’
‘Leaving, believing, you-oo…’
‘You are my toes, yeah yeah…’
‘There are times when I am pumming.’
‘My heart is slinging logs…’
‘My windows wash my feet again.’
‘My sweet nips dream.’
‘My eyes go back tasting tips.’
‘Shape me bathroom cold cold cold…’
‘Oh, dangling just on a number.’



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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