Like Castanets-Bishop Allen

[ti:Like Castanets] [ar:Bishop Allen] [al:The Broken String] [offset:0] [00:01.33]This city is silver in the moon [00:05.63]And mountains heaped with sugar spoons [00:09.93]The click and clatter of my feet [00:12.11]On lonely crooked cobbled streets [00:15.43]Like castanets [00:18.71]Down past the window shutter tie [00:22.74]The hollow of a haunted night [00:27.21]It's raining now out on the beach [00:29.61]The chitter-chatter of my teeth [00:32.77]Like Castanets [00:36.05]I'm following the coffee trail [00:40.17]And drink it black and by the bail [00:45.03]The pesos turn to paper cups [00:47.06]My fingers tremble at the touch [00:49.21] [00:50.39]Like castanets [01:29.14]Across the Mapocho [01:32.62] [01:33.70]Santa Lucia [01:37.97]Barrio Bella vista [01:42.34]San Cristobal [01:46.51]Across the Mapocho [01:51.39]La Moneda [01:55.24]La Casa de Neruda [02:01.77] [02:03.71]And on the cable car I climb [02:07.82]Up to the sacred virgin shrine [02:12.07]This city's smothered in the smog [02:14.50]The snippy-snap of wild dogs [02:16.49] [02:17.63]Like Castanets [02:20.99]Tomorrow is Assumption Day [02:25.08]I ask them what they celebrate [02:29.38]Daniello says he can't explain [02:31.97]But he'll be clappin' anyway [02:35.10]Like Castanets [02:37.70]