And the fields are turning

And the temperature's a rising

I see the factories are burning

When the wheels keep a turning

Well I've seen that you've grown know

With the horses you ride

Gonna have your say now

See the new moon rising

Oh she don't mind, she got the time

I see the new moon rising

Oh, she don't mind, she got the time

I see the new moon rising

See the small time boy now

From a small town family

He's got to find his way now

Gotta find himself a woman

Well he's scared of the people

He don't wanna be thw whipping boy

But the time has come now

Gotta hit the highway

Whooooaaa whooooaaa

Ooooh she don't mind, she got the time,

I see the new moon rising

Oh, she got the mind, she got the time,

I see the new moon rising

See the new moon rising

When the tides are turning

She got the look of the knowing

She got the feelings to showing

With all that love now

I see the fears are turning

I see the new moon rising

I see the new moon rising

Oh she don't mind, she got the time,

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Oh, she don't mind, she got the time,

I see the new moon rising

Fortune calls.

I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,

Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.

She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,

On midsummer's eve, near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon.

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication.

The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

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The palace of mirrors

Where dog soldiers are reflected,

The endless road and the wailing of chimes,

The empty rooms where her memory is protected,

Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

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Gentlemen, I said,

I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,

I've moved your mountains and marked your cards

But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come

With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire

But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall

And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating

fritt efter Bob Dylan Changing of the Guards

..eftersom inget intressant händer i det här huset, så får väl Jag - A Cat of World - ta saken i egna tassar.   Som den intelligente läsaren begriper kommer dagens inlägg från mig - Junior Winner Mandy exotic kattunge med anor från Ormeryds. Jag är nämligen den som är bäst lämpad att föra husets talan. Vem är det som är Top Show Cat och vet hur man för upp sig? Vem har dragit ära och pokaler och prisrosetter till det här sunkiga stället? Jag bara frågar???

Idag har jag fått lyssna på Wolfmother´s New Moon Rising. Det var matte som spelade den för Mig, hon sa att det var Min Sång för den har samma namn som Jag. Lill-Matte - bad- och blåsfantasten - hade skickat den via Facebook. Jag satte genast igång med att spinna - det betyder på Mandy-språk att låten får fyra krämtassar av fyra.

Nej nu har min Onkel Lillen börjat peta på vårt nya klös- och lekträd (med en rolig rörlig råtta på). Nu måste jag springa dit och kolla!
Nya lekisen har vi fått av vår Super-Coach. Tack så mycket! Jag ser fram emot att träffa Auntie Ormeryd... Då ska Jag personligen spinna och nospussa!

Moss & grankott på er alla männskobarn!

Mandy (JW)