Bishop Allen Like Castanets
This city is silver in the moon
And mountains heaped with sugar spoons
The click and clatter of my feet
On lonely crooked cobbled streets
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Down past the window shutter tie
The hollow of a haunted night
It's raining now out on the beach
The chit and chatter of my teeth
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I'm following the coffee trail
And drink it black and by the bail
The pesos turn to paper cups
My fingers tremble at the touch
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Across The Mapocho
Santa Lucia
Barrio Bella vista
San Cristobal
Across The Mapocho
La Moneda
La Casa Neruda
And on the cable car I climb
Up to the sacred virgin shrine
This city's smothered in the smog
The snippy snap of wild dogs
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Tomorrow is Assumption Day
I ask them what they celebrate
Daniela, he says he can't explain
But he'll be clappin' anyway
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Ohh…Like Castanets
