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Nenni, nenni! I am the cat who walks by himself

and all places are alike to me.

Created on 2006-03-18 21:39:43 (#9812821), last updated 2008-02-27

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Name:	Dale Riordan
Birthdate:	03-17
Location:	chicago, Illinois, United States

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Dale is a phouka- a fairy who can transform himself into a cat. He works in a bar in downtown Chicago, where he lives, and is friends with his once-neighbor Chip. Aside from work, he mostly gets worked up about Chip. It's not easy being a phouka in the big city, but he's stuck to Chip's heels for years, he's not going to stop now.
He's not entirely sure if Chip even knows that sometimes, when he chooses, he's the big black tomcat named Shadow.
He probably is, though.
Chip's very observant.

She'd given everything she could give
Twenty years of kindness made her sad
Kindness never made enough to live
So she sold the very last thing that she had

As she held her hand out to him
As he drove around the block
He mouthed through the window 'just hold on'
'I've held on many years now and I haven't found a lot'
Hold on, hold on to what?

So hold on to what? Hold on to what?
Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got
I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top
So hold on! Hold on to what?

Many years of service with a smile
Up shit creek and down the Rhine
Gibraltar Rock and now the Emerald Isle
He'd shined every shoe that he could shine

And as he lay in his own blood
Screaming 'I've been shot'
He heard the Major whisper 'just hold on'
'I've held on all these years now, now what medal have I got?'
Hold on, hold on to what?

So hold on to what? Hold on to what?
Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got
I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top
So hold on! Hold on to what?

Sixty years and he's looking his worst
Sitting in the park where she'd died
Running hands through his final hair
These are the words that he cried

'To achieve the American dream
You need a trampoline
To achieve the counter-effect
Get that whisky down your neck'

Chamberlain had his paper
Jesus had his cross
They held on
We held on to what?

-Heaton / Rotheray