Yellow Cat

John Denver

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It's late De-cem-ber and the New Year's nev-er com-ing time pass-es slow-ly in a two-room walk-up flat The sun is silent there's a cold rain's gonna come on No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat. Raindrops falling on the flowers in the window box Plastic roses that I planted yesterday. I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now Seems like everything I touch turns out that way. Well I guess I'll just go walking The cat's no Good for talking to He don't know what I'm saying And the rain is always playing on my mind on my mind. Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes blending softy with the bare lights overhead. Then together they run swiftly through my memory An eerie image in a strange and empty bed. The wind is whippin' up the papers in the street below I got some books to read but it seems they've all been read Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above I wish to hell I could remember what I said. Well I guess I'll just go walking The cat's no Good for talking to He don't know what I'm saying And the rain is always playing on my mind on my mind. One crystal wine glass on a table filled with scarlet stains Stands alone and empty where there once were two The jug is silent on the table by a broken plate The wine is gone my lady and so my love are you. Well I guess I'll just go walking The cat's no Good for talking to He don't know what I'm saying And the rain is always playing on my mind on my mind on my mind

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La chanson évoque un instant de solitude en hiver, où le narrateur se trouve dans un petit appartement, attendant la Nouvelle Année qui semble lointaine. La mélancolie s'installe avec le temps qui passe lentement, et il se retrouve en compagnie d'un chat qui ne peut pas lui tenir conversation. Les pensées vagabondent entre la tristesse de la nature morte qui l'entoure et des souvenirs d’une relation perdue, symbolisée par une table vide qui rappelle des moments de bonheur maintenant évanouis. Le contexte semble refléter un moment de réflexion personnelle, une période de rétrospection marquée par l'absence et la nostalgie. La pluie qui tombe, les fleurs fanées et une atmosphère morose amplifient cette sensation de perte, là où les petits plaisirs de la vie quotidienne ne font que rappeler ce qui manque.

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