l'atalante
Posted: July 8th, 2008, 10:10 am
on the deck of the l'atalante
i watched the night scroll past
black silk undulating
in the caress of the river breeze
it is the cinema of the moment
inspiration realized
unspoken, articulate
i tell you there is magic
there is spontaneous delight
a joyous anarchy
cats everywhere!
you make the bed - a cat
you open the closet - meow
this furry crew, wild and mutinous
rebels to even their own authority
they will take you in their company
beg for food, scratch
and lick your hand
they are yours now
come with me
there is something in your voice
an accent warm and lyrical
sensitive, demure
music, i just want to listen
i've absolutely nothing to say
i can't explain or quantify
can you appreciate that?
you've every right to call me a fool
on l'atalante
we ride the flux of moments
the river's lap, from
one harbor to the next
we will go to the marketplace
haggle and trade
on the cobblestone square
we will watch acrobats and mimes
firebreathers, mesmerists, pickpockets
we will throw lemon peels
dance fantastic and melancholy
you can feel it, i swear
you can feel it in your spleen
listen
i have made mistakes
i have squandered and frittered
it is a sin to do so
i know this now
i know this now
i tell you this straight out
there is something in your voice
an accent, warm and lyrical
i can see dreams in your eyes
cloistered gardens of refuge
where we talk
and walk hand in hand
you have come to me
from out of the middle ages
from across the plain of assisi
a sparrow sailing
upon the breath of god
to land upon my shoulder
and speak in trill and flitter
i tell you there is magic in a cat's purr
you can hear it with your hands
is it poetry?
i love that you would ask
come with me
i will make you toast and coffee
as we sail along the river
on l'atalante
i watched the night scroll past
black silk undulating
in the caress of the river breeze
it is the cinema of the moment
inspiration realized
unspoken, articulate
i tell you there is magic
there is spontaneous delight
a joyous anarchy
cats everywhere!
you make the bed - a cat
you open the closet - meow
this furry crew, wild and mutinous
rebels to even their own authority
they will take you in their company
beg for food, scratch
and lick your hand
they are yours now
come with me
there is something in your voice
an accent warm and lyrical
sensitive, demure
music, i just want to listen
i've absolutely nothing to say
i can't explain or quantify
can you appreciate that?
you've every right to call me a fool
on l'atalante
we ride the flux of moments
the river's lap, from
one harbor to the next
we will go to the marketplace
haggle and trade
on the cobblestone square
we will watch acrobats and mimes
firebreathers, mesmerists, pickpockets
we will throw lemon peels
dance fantastic and melancholy
you can feel it, i swear
you can feel it in your spleen
listen
i have made mistakes
i have squandered and frittered
it is a sin to do so
i know this now
i know this now
i tell you this straight out
there is something in your voice
an accent, warm and lyrical
i can see dreams in your eyes
cloistered gardens of refuge
where we talk
and walk hand in hand
you have come to me
from out of the middle ages
from across the plain of assisi
a sparrow sailing
upon the breath of god
to land upon my shoulder
and speak in trill and flitter
i tell you there is magic in a cat's purr
you can hear it with your hands
is it poetry?
i love that you would ask
come with me
i will make you toast and coffee
as we sail along the river
on l'atalante