The Siamese from Bombay

[hummingbird]

The Siamese from Bombay(c) 2006 V.L. Flawith (Socan, Ascap). Us tabby cats were congregatin' in the alley by the church,watchin' Koko as he conjugated passive English verbs;that old Feline pawed the stage with a lop-side magic grin,tail flickin' in the lamplight, as he snuck a lick of gin. 'I like my tiddle' he whispered to us in a husky tone,'and now I'll play my fiddle until the Sun comes home--watch me play!' said The Siamese from Bombay... Yeow! Meow! Streetch!Purr purr purrYeow! Meow! Howl!Sweat poured off his furYeow! Meow! Streetch!He kicked up quite a stir;sawin' & bawlin' til the break of day,winkin' his one good eye in his catty way,The Siamese from Bombay. That Rainbow cat from Staten Island opened one eye in her sleep,lookin' lazy on her stylish doormat just across the street,Koko's sawing filled the night with a wildly crazy tune-and Rainbow rose up frisky, since she'd slept all afternoon. She entered stage right, and began to dance with a catlike twist,(her) eyes flashed like yellow daylight and her box-step was brisk-'oh, I say!' said The Siamese from Bombay... Yeow! Meow! Streetch!Purr purr purrYeow! Meow! Howl!Sweat poured off his furYeow! Meow! Streetch!He kicked up quite a stir;sawin' & bawlin' til the break of day,winkin' his one good eye in his catty way,The Siamese from Bombay. Peabody, that old hairless tomcat, leaped up angry on the stage,Rainbow kept on dancin', (the) careless dingbat, fillin' him with rage,Koko's playing got more desperate as he tried to calm them down-then Rainbow's whiskers brushed his... and he couldn't make a sound. The mad old tom hissed, but Koko slowly winked his only eye,(then) Rainbow gave her man a long kiss, and everybody sighed.'that's the way!' said The Siamese from Bombay... Yeow! Meow! Streetch!Purr purr purrYeow! Meow! Howl!Sweat poured off his furYeow! Meow! Streetch!He kicked up quite a stir;sawin' & bawlin' til the break of day,winkin' his one good eye in his catty way,The Siamese from Bombay.

[53mph]

Macavity, Macavity, oh where is Macavity.I love T. S. Elliots poems about cats and your song has some of that feel to it in both rhyme and humour. You've captured a leftfield and eccentric narrative that really adds character to the characters of your story.This is all meant as a very big compliment. I hear this as a musical piece in the vein of Andrew Loyd Webber and Tim Rice, but I'm not sure what home I would give to this feline ditty since "Cats" the musical already exists.How do you envisage the music and in what styles?On a technical note I find the opening lines of the verses sometimes a bit wordy and difficult to get out.Us tabby cats were congregatin' (in the) alley by the church,That Rainbow cat from Staten Island (opened) one eye in her sleep,She entered stage right, and began to dance with a catlike twist,When I try to sing these three opening lines I find in the first and second that I have to sing the parts in brackets at double speed to the rest of the words so as to make it it into a 4/4 timing but the third one doesn't fit into this timing which makes it stand out.You've probably got an idea of how to sing it so I'd be interested to hear a demo to understand how that line works.Maybe the problem is that I'm reading it like poetry.Oh the Rum Tum Tugger is a curious catAnd there's no need for you to doubt it; For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it.

[hummingbird]

hey thanks for the read and the feedback. I was aware there were some lumpy bits in there, overall it's good to know it comes across ok. I'll work on tightening up the prosody. My feeling is it will be kinda half spoken and half sung, kinda like 'Puttin' on the Ritz' but with a rhythm more like 'the devil went down to Georgia' ... I do get eclectic but I'm eccentric. Oops, there's another lyric