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catalan! - gare lyrics

off the train came canny ramblers
past pickpockets and thranny gamblers
we’ve come to blog your masterpieces
and from the bog our reach increases
it’s the only place with 3g signal
the influencer’s stinking vigil
perched on shires and in no way toto
not the warming of kyoto
not the squirting, singing token
this dunny’s done and the door is broken
as you sit and sh+t and refresh google
outside lies hals, vermeer and “broogle”

or is it brueghel? i pay no mind
that faffer’s like 400 years behind
what’s important’s +n+lytics
likеs and shares and quare statistics
“this new tunе‘s fast and a bit more rocky”
tweets the turfman of glenstaughey
“online gaming in ecuador”
plays the durian giant of jalan alor
“faso fast fashion’s my fixation”
exclaimed the hipster at lamphong station
“and i’m digitising the eureka rebellion”
posts a fake profile of charles trevelyan
while my tinkling bloggers are at the rijksmuseum
those wrinkling proggers are touring again
they posted the shows and i liked out of habit
don’t you know they’re online gramps? everyone’s at it
slabbering till their face is purple
donny, boris and angela merkel
while sum up, zettle, pay pal and square
is stumping merch monkeys everywhere

this banking app’s swish said pinochet
yea but they phish your dna
this convenient wish that‘s well underway
will sicken your pish the following day
as we head back to the station the snow starts to fall
we apply hesitation, there’s black ice and all
it’s dark and it’s raw and slippage is likely
but the art we saw, i’ll think on it nightly

amstel, riga, bologna, trieste
the wifi at gaudí’s was easily the best
and despite my constant looking for sockets
what these places they give us, no one can knock it
chelsea boots you with architectural cover
and singapore slings you back with another
and venice blinds you with it’s emotion
while belfast sinks, sinks into the ocean
hold your phone, i thought venice was sinking?
depends where you stand, depends what you’re drinking
in this confusing lifetime nothing’s surprising
is st mark’s square sinking or the sea level rising?
but i can’t get distracted, there’s ice on this paving
correcting my balance with lunging and waving
a slip on a cobble and i’m hurtling earthwards
it starts with wobble and ends up with curse words

bruises, sprains and stains on the ego
but the thrill of our day trip’s an effective placebo
we live for the blogging, the art and the travel
even when we land +rs+ first on the gravel

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