Dream Town from Dream Town by Paulo B.

Swimming 'cross the ocean to my sloping mountain garden
Pagodas, pools and pathways twisting up through no-man's land
Stunning vistas, all those topless girls, yet my camera's always jamming
And nothing ever works out, it never works out how I planned

I'm gonna lose my job, 'cause I forgot to finish my degree
I've not revised at all and I'm nearly sixty three

Oh no, don't you wear that frown - it's just another strange night in Dream Town
Oh no, don't let it get you down - it's just another crazy night in Dream Town

Matthew and Woody bake body burritos with salsa del mesa galore
And I'm stuck in the family bathroom with paper and shit on the walls and the floor
A roll up origami, a spunky tsunami, my unrehearsed musical play
My detachable penis, my mutant aquarium, parents who both think I'm gay

All the chat from this party distilled in my little shot glass
A loquacious liqueur of trapped conversation spills out as I fall on my arse

Italian Vanessa is kissing me gently, our faces carved out from a cliff
As I try in vain to smoke cabbage and shoe leather stuffed in an oversized spliff
I'm driving a bus from the top deck, down the street to my Saturday job
And I'm gonna get whacked by Tony Soprano, along with the rest of the mob

I'm gonna lose my knob 'cause it's rolling around on the floor (Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down)
And I keep waking up in my studio flat with the person who lived there before (oh no, not you again)

Oh no, don't you wear that frown - it's just another strange night in Dream Town
Oh no, don't let it get you down - it's just another crazy night in Dream Town

• 70's
• Bowie
• Rock
• glam rock
• modern indie
• retro pop
• London