Types: Filk, Kimiko, Piro
Ever See Her Again
A filk by e-Monk with apologies to Al Stewart, for using "Year of the Cat"

In the desperate laze of souls forgotten
In the city where no one has time
You go strolling through the streets looking for the bookstore
Where you lost your whole life
She comes out of the crowds with her face a-fluster
Like a coffee pot to the head
"Don't bother giving her your own ticket,
'Cause you know that you won't
Ever see her again"

You give her nary a time for questions
As you slide it into her hand
But for a moment your frets of how to get home
Completely disappeared

By the time you'll get to the gaming store,
You'll forget her, but she'll know you through
"Cheap games," she says, "are all I'm good for"
And you wonder if she'll want
To ever see you again

Well, you looked at her so hurtly
And your hearts were set adrift in your beer
You drew her, innocent and so surely
And you took her, so how can you even doubt
You'll see her again

Well, days would pass and you're still with her
And the blush and the stammerings are gone
And you still have no home, and still no ticket
So for now you stay on
But the coffee stain on your shirt remains
And every manga that you read will tell:
You know some time you're bound to leave her
And you wonder if you will
Ever see her again


------- Original Ver.:
Year of the Cat
By: 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 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

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