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With all due respect to D.C. Ty The Monster and Lady Moet Beast, whose “Nationals Anthem” suddenly became more salient this year, there’s room for more than one Nats tune in this town. The proposal: a crowdsourced, pro-Nats parody of Al Stewart‘s smooth-rock classic, “The Year of the Cat,” which in recent years has been reduced to a reference point for people who review the music of indie rocker Dan Bejar (or who are trying to place the sample in this song by D.C. electronic trio Volta Bureau).
“The Year of the Cat” is dope, the Nats are headed to the playoffs, and surely there are enough nerds out there who see the need to connect those two realities. Let’s make “The Year of the Nats” happen.
Here’s Stewart’s first verse:
On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre Contemplating a crime
The suggested rewrite, to get things rolling:
On a diamond where they serve Ben’s chili In a city where the game twice died Plays a ballclub that no longer fades like Teddy The Nationals nine
Yeah, it’s a little more “Casey at the Bat” than “1970s singer-songwriter,” but whatever. I am a Phillies fan (as I made clear in this week’s WCP cover package) after all, so I’m not putting any more effort into this. It’s up to you, Natitude Land. Leave subsequent verses in the comments.
Here’s the rest of Stewart’s lyrics to get you started:
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolor in the rain Don’t bother asking for explanations She’ll just tell you that she came In the year of the cat
She doesn’t give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow till your sense of which direction Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There’s a hidden door she leads you to These days, she says, “I feel my life Just like a river running through” The year of the cat
Why she looks at you so coolly? And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, to find what’s waiting inside The year of the cat
Well morning comes and you’re still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you’ve thrown away your choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drumbeat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you’re bound to leave her But for now you’re going to stay In the year of the cat Year of the cat