Like Castanets - Bishop Allen

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

Like castanets

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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Santa Lucia

Bella vista

San Cristobal

La Moneda

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

Daniello says he can’t explain

But he’ll be clappin' anyway

Like castanets

Oh, like castanets