{"id":332,"date":"2006-01-29T08:38:31","date_gmt":"2006-01-29T12:38:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/?p=332"},"modified":"2006-01-29T08:38:31","modified_gmt":"2006-01-29T12:38:31","slug":"the-year-of-the-dog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/the-year-of-the-dog\/","title":{"rendered":"The Year of the Dog"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He doesn&#8217;t give answers to questions<br \/>\nAs he locks up Justice from our ears<br \/>\nAnd you follow &#8217;till your sense of morality<br \/>\nCompletely disappears<br \/>\nBy the blue steel walls near the Pentagon<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a hidden door She leads you to<br \/>\nThese days, She says, I feel all life<br \/>\nJust like a bludgeon running through<br \/>\nThe year of the dog.<\/p>\n<p>Well, He looks at us so coldy<br \/>\nAnd His eyes bead like a beast on the brink<br \/>\nShe comes in incense and patchouli<br \/>\nBut you rape her, to plant seeds of mass deception<br \/>\nThe year of the dog.<\/p>\n<p>Well, morning comes and you&#8217;re still horney<br \/>\nAnd the bus and the homeboys are gone<br \/>\nAnd you&#8217;ve thrown away thy soul and lost thy ticker<br \/>\nBut you have to go on<br \/>\nSo the drum-beats angst of the night remain<br \/>\nIn the fester of the new-born day<br \/>\nYou know sometime you&#8217;re bound to face Her<br \/>\nBut for now you&#8217;re going to stay<br \/>\nIn the year of the dog.<\/p>\n<p>On a morning from a Bad Movie<br \/>\nIn a country where they talk in rhyme<br \/>\nYou go strolling through the crowd like Julius Caesar<br \/>\nContemplating power<br \/>\nShe comes out of the sun in a silk dress running<br \/>\nLike a watercolour in the rain<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t bother asking for explanations<br \/>\nShe&#8217;ll just tell you that your naked<br \/>\nIn the year of the dog.<\/p>\n<p>Al Stewart\/Peter Wood revisited<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He doesn&#8217;t give answers to questions As he locks up Justice from our ears And you follow &#8217;till your sense of morality Completely disappears By the blue steel walls near the Pentagon There&#8217;s a hidden door She leads you to These days, She says, I feel all life Just like a bludgeon running through The &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/the-year-of-the-dog\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;The Year of the Dog&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog-spammers","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=332"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motherbird.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}