Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s ancient Egyptian deity is the god Seth who appears as an unidentified quadruped, or a human wearing a ‘Seth-animal’ head. His cult centre is Ombos Naqada and his associations are: chaos, infertility, desert and storm. (Seth)
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‘Berry baby, berry baby, whoo-oo-oo…’
‘I’m a lemon, you know I can’t stop!’
‘My snarl is the world girl.’
‘So you let me down in dark pieces.’
‘Oh, my rubbish rhyme, oh oh oh…’
‘Me, me, me – now, melody feel me!’
‘Ley lines, wooden things, metal pepper, so so…’
‘That’s a rubber, and a friend, an easy feeling…’
‘I used to be liver, but the lime trains weather the lines.’
‘Noah sleeps the half-time – you you you!’
‘Sleeping ice, you-you crawled, but morning is enough girl.’
‘There’s no sense in beans, a pizza inside, wait!…’
‘Beautiful specious love baby, just wear it!’
‘Style baby over me jugs somebody.’
‘Poddy on me, love love and sheep.’
‘Whoo eye, whoo eye, whoo eye…’
‘You fill up my plate in my moat now.’
‘Be my baby, I was tulip sweet-flakes…’
‘Control my mind umpire Spike, and change the buns…’
‘Toops on the green, links get a tie!…’
‘I hate me now – I’m a wall, a wall…’
‘A world inside me, caught in bread, it’s all I know…’

If you’d like some information on how these lines are compiled you could click here.

 

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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4 Responses to Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

  1. My goodness, what a food themed post this is! I particularly like the ‘Control my mind umpire Spike, and change the buns…‘A world inside me, caught in bread, it’s all I know…’ thats very surreal! 🙂

  2. Dana Doran says:

    Specious love….who uses that word – specious? I’m guessing it wasn’t specious, but maybe a bit tainted?

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