Cats and Crickets - mike skliar

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This is a rather mysterious one that probably started when I heard from a nephew who is currently traveling thru both eastern and western europe, and all the impact that all that tangible history (compared to, say, north america) was having. Thinking about my own travels in Europe and Israel way back when (not all that much traveling, compared to some, but it did make an impact)... trotted out a set of open-tuning-sounding chords (tho played on a 'regular' tuning) that i had stumbled on many years ago, and repurposed for this. Did a little more then my usual no-production production, with overdubbed lead guitar and background vocals. Enjoy! The sound of cats and crickets Footsteps on ancient stone The illusion all this was waiting For your eyes alone Is it a regular day mundane and bereft Of residual magic that still has been left The ghosts that are summoned are part of the theft That will steal your heat away And you’re left with little to say Language in sound and phrases Not able to be translated Gestures that seemed universal Can only be estimated Is it a regular day mundane and bereft Of residual magic that still has been left The ghosts that are summoned are part of the theft That will steal your heat away And you’re left with little to say That facts and dates can be memorized But little distortions can turn into lies And searching for stories you’re sometimes surprised At all the ways it’s been sanitized The sound of cats and crickets Footsteps on ancient stone The illusion all this was waiting For your eyes alone Is it a regular day mundane and bereft Of residual magic that still has been left The ghosts that are summoned are part of the theft That will steal your heat away And you’re left with little to say © M. Skliar 2017