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To: mr.mark who wrote (7151)	2/16/2001 8:11:30 PM
From: Shoot1st	Respond to of 13018

ONe of my favorite day dreams..... YEAR OF THE CAT 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 Al Stewart

To: mr.mark who wrote (7151)	2/16/2001 8:48:48 PM
From: HG	Respond to of 13018

Long Black Veil Ten years ago, on a cold dark night, Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me. She walks these hills in a long, black veil. She visits my grave when the night winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me. The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die." I spoke not a word, although it meant my life, For I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife. The scaffold was high and eternity near, She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear. But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans, In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones. She walks these hills in a long, black veil. She visits my grave when the night winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me. <Vocals : Joan Baez> <I dunno who wrote it...and I'm too lazy to look>