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sexta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2007

151 THE YEAR OF THE CAT

THE YEAR OF THE CAT – Al Stewart
on a morning from a bogart movie
in a country where they turn back time
you go strolling through the crowd like peter lorre contemplating a crime
she comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
like a watercolour in the raindon't bother asking for explanations
she'll just tell you that she came
in the year of the cat
she doesn't give you time for questions
as she locks up your arm in hers
and you by the blue tiled walls near the market stalls follow
'till your sense of which direction completely disappears
there's a hidden door she leads you to
these days, she says, i feel my life
just like a river running throught
he year of the cat
well, she looks at you so coolly
and her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
she comes in incense and patchouli
so you take her, to find what's waiting inside
the year of the cat
well, morning comes and you're still with her
and the bus and the tourists are gone
and you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
so you have to stay on
but the drum-beat strains of the night remainin the rhythm of the new-born day
you know sometime you're bound to leave her
but for now you're going to stay
in the year of the cat

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