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• Artiste: Sunny Intervals
• Titre: Sidewalk Cafe
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I took my pictures from the walls Packed my possessions in a box Typed my password in just one last time then shut down Trawled the flea markets for weeks Packed tables, chairs and random soft furnishings In a rented van for the coast To try my hand at something else Found a place just off a high street fairly cheap Met the agency in town and signed a three-year lease What this town really needs Is a new sidewalk cafe I'm pitching at the laidback, friendly crowds Mothers with pushchairs and some intellectuals People will travel to this artistic space I'll get some well-mannered students in to help out on a Saturday I'll give them double-pay They'll love this sidewalk cafe We opened on a Monday, some big launch Placed adverts in the local papers, it's two for one Under new management A brand new sidewalk cafe I'd shelled out for the high-spec coffee machine I've advertised across the county Four hours later and I'm falling apart, we're losing All of our punters to the chain bar sitting two doors down I can't find anyone To fill this sidewalk cafe I've tried changing menus, and I'm feeling the strain I'm sorry, if you want to stay here, sir, you'll going to have to buy something This ain't a charity It's just a sidewalk cafe Tried putting on a folk night, but bands won't play Tried a literary recital but literally no one came Just myself and the poet in this sidewalk cafe I need a plumber for the blocked up sink I need a good engineer to come and fix this coffee machine I can't face staring at these empty seats I can't face the thought of any more tearful student redundancies I know it's time to leave this stupid sidewalk cafe I took the pictures from the walls Packed my possessions in a box Made a latte one last time and then I locked up Gave the furnishings away Sold the cups and plates And I fly-tipped the tables by the motorway On the way back to exactly where I started from