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Year Of The Cat
Shakedown 312
 
    
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Year Of The Cat
 
ID: 3771
   Instrumental  

LabelShakedown
WEB SITE www.shakedownrecords.us
Label information
Grid list of Shakedown recordings
Number312
TypeSinging Call
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
MediaMP3
Artist(s)
Pat Carnathan (picture)     recordings by Pat Carnathan

Pat Carnathan

Cue Sheet

OPENER    Mainstream

Sides face grand square
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

Allemande left and weave
She comes out of the sun in a sundress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came from
The Year of the Cat


FIGURE (Twice for heads, twice for sides)    Plus, corner progression

Heads (sides) promenade halfway
Sides pass the ocean, extend
Split circulate, linear cycle, touch 1/4
Boy run right, everybody zoom
Centers pass thru, swing that girl promenade her
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came from
The Year of the Cat


MIDDLE BREAK    Mainstream

Sides face grand square
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'til your sense of which direction
Completely disappears

Allemande left and weave
By the blue-tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
"These days," she says, "I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The Year of the Cat."


CLOSER    Mainstream

Sides face grand square
Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and you've lost your ticket
So you have to stay on

Allemande left and weave
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know someday you're bound to leave her
But for now you're gonna stay
In the Year of the Cat

 
Lyrics

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Year Of The Cat Lyrics ID: 569

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 rain
Don'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 follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

Well, she looks at you so cooly
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 remain
In 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

Lyrics by Peter Wood and Al Stewart.
Recorded by Al Stewart.
 

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