Yellow Cat Cassette

A life buried in a cassette of a casket.

I remember you never liked to talk much

While you were here with me

Only of some fifteen years

Making music as a hobby

It has now been five months

Since the day you disappeared

You left your body behind

In a dark homespun basement of sorts

Broken piano keys, dripping red scissors

On a dusty desk, a cassette with

A yellow cat drawn on it

In my hands I hold all that you left of your soul

A hundred by sixty-four plastic cassette

A life pressed into thin tape

I am off to find the reason why you died

Suddenly your voice echoes from the Walkman

What am I looking for?

You would love me as an adult

But that reality is stale

That was what you always said

It echoes back inside my head

Once upon a time in this world

Lived a somebody named you

I laughed at your melancholy

Can you tell me what all this nonsense means?

Piano keys banging, singing of train tracks

In two feet of silence, I think I could

Hear your voice crying

In these songs of yours hides a lullaby cut short

That you sang before you closed your eyes

Should I play it backwards?

The yellow cat’s smile smeared from my fingerprints

Is it pathetic that I'm taking so long?

What were you looking for?

In my hands I hold songs of a soul left unheard

His audience, a microphone and his thoughts

His curtains, his scissors

I am off to find the reason why you died

Tangled somewhere in spools of tape

What were you looking for?

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[Mad Minion]

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