Wednesday, July 10, 2024

YEAR OF THE CAT ... With Deleteable Advert

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On a morning from a Bogart movieIn a country where they turn back timeYou go strolling through the crowd 
Like Peter Lorre 
Contemplating a crime 
She comes out of the sun 
In a silk dress runningLike a watercolor in the rain 
Don't bother asking for explanationsShe'll just tell you that she cameIn the year of the cat
 
She doesn't give you time for questionsAs she locks up your arm in hersAnd you follow 'till your sense 
Of which directionCompletely disappears
 By the blue tiled walls 
Near the market stallsThere's a hidden door 
She leads you to 
These days, she says, I feel my lifeJust like a river running throughThe year of the cat
 
While she looks at you so coollyAnd her eyes shine 
Like the moon in the seaShe comes in incense and patchouli 
So you take her, 
To find what's waiting insideThe year of the cat
 
Well morning comes 
And you're still with her
 And the bus and the tourists are goneAnd you've thrown away your choice 
You've lost your ticketSo you have to stay on 
But the drum-beat strains 
Of the night remainIn the rhythm of the newborn day 
You know sometime 
You're bound to leave herBut for now you're going to stayIn the year of the cat
 

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