In the darkness the trees are full of starlight (henwy) wrote,
In the darkness the trees are full of starlight
henwy

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Meow, meow, meow

Either I mumble a lot or the LJ speech-to-text program still isn't worth shit. Not much has changed since the voice post and I'm still feeling very blah. I figured I might as well make an entry about that lost song before it slips my mind.

Senor Don Gato

Oh Senor Don Gato was a cat
On a high red roof Don Gato sat
He went there to read a letter,
Meow, meow, meow
Where the reading light was better,
Meow, meow, meow
'Twas a love note for Don Gato

I adore you wrote the lady cat
Who was fluffy, white and nice and fat
There was not a sweeter kitty,
Meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city,
Meow, meow, meow
And she said she'd wed Don Gato

Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily
He fell off the roof and broke his knee
Broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
Meow, meow, meow
And his little solar plexus,
Meow, meow, meow
Ay Caramba cried Don Gato

Then the doctors all came on the run
Just to see if something could be done
And they held a consultation,
Meow, meow, meow
About how to save their patient,
Meow, meow, meow
How to save Senor Don Gato

But in spite of everything they tried
Poor Senor Don Gato up and died
And it wasn't very merry,
Meow, meow, meow
Going to the cemetery,
Meow, meow, meow
For the ending of Don Gato

When the funeral passed the market square
Such a smell of fish was in the air
Though his burial was slated,
Meow, meow, meow
He became reanimated,
Meow, meow, meow
He came back to life, Don Gato

I still remember singing this quite often as a kid and being enamored with the chorus. This was obviously at a more innocent point in my life before I fully received that cats are the handmaidens of Satan. I can't help but wonder if perhaps this song contributed to my awakening. Maybe I realized that zombie cats simply couldn't be allowed to exist for the good of humanity.

Anyway, the tune for the song is sorta interesting. Since I can't exactly write out the music easily, I'll sing a verse or two on a voice post at some point.

This song along with Mr Fly was one of my fondest music memories when it came to school. It's hard not to look back on it now with fond nostalgia. Singing used to always be one of my favorite pastimes. It's hard not to wish that I had had some talent to go along with it.
Tags: nostalgia, satanic cat watch, singing
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