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Dulltown, UK: Today's slow motion image is the one of an elephant yawning.
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I seem to do some misheard classical singing lyrics quite often, don't I?
Every couple of weeks or so. I do hope, you, dear reader, are not getting tired of them. They are such good space-fillers between all the drawings, prints, and photos, you see.
Also, I do enjoy jotting them down.
I sit there in my workshop/studio, in a gap between creativity, with a mug of green tea, with BBC's Radio 3 playing slightly louder than usual in the background.
I may have mentioned that I don't like much classical music. But I do like some bits, of course, things that have a reasonably interesting tune, oh, and some dynamic rhythmic content. Perhaps classical music could be seen as looking like a great cathedral, a very ornate, detailed, and impressive one, from ages past, that nobody, except for really old people, actually goes in to pray, any more.
Come on, you lads and lasses, with your well worked-on posh voices - let's have some well pronounced lyrics today! I have a pen in my hand, and my brain is ready to make what I can of what you are going to seriously rant on about?
'Oh, oh, oh, my puppies'!
'It is am me! Margo Mee-Mongo.'
'So, it is tippy-trees today'!
'Ha... aha aha, ah ah ah ah ah, aha aha aha...'
'Whoo whoo whoo! I can have a can now'!
'Come and lather, just for Eddy - soon, soon...'
'Who? Where? Who? No? Who? Me'?
'Urge, I go! Let me be poplar'!
'Weeee! Weeee! Weeee! And such a non-go'!
'You see me pleasant? No, no, no, no'!
'How the tarls, the tarls, the tarls, do come...'
'The lost sand, is on our cards, so soon, my dear.'
'Oh, the metal-tape-table, where we will soon dissolve.'
'Melody, melody, do come here now.'
'Hold my paw - just for, a moment...'
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