At the time
the song was written, Robert Smith was very interested in the work of Australian
author, Patrick White. According to a number of his fans, Smith was inspired to
write "The Love Cats" after reading White's novel, The Vivisector
(1970), although this claim is difficult to verify.
In the
novel, the protagonist, Hurtle, is appalled when his lover's husband drowns a
sack of stray cats. White draws a parallel between the way in which the cats
are discarded, and the treatment of certain characters in the book; by
extension, the cats symbolize the most innocent and vulnerable members of
society, and the casual cruelty with which they sometimes meet their fate.
Patrick Victor
Martindale White (28 May 1912 – 30 September 1990), was an Australian author,
widely regarded as an important English-language novelist of the 20th century.
From 1935 until his death, he published 12 novels, two short-story collections
and eight plays.
White's fiction
employs humour, florid prose, shifting narrative vantage points and a stream of
consciousness technique. In 1973, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in
Literature—and was the only Australian citizen to have been awarded the
Literature prize until the South African-born J. M. Coetzee became an
Australian citizen in 2006. The Vivisector, a novel about the life and times of
a successful modernist painter, was shortlisted for the Lost Man Booker Prize
in 2010.
The Vivisector is
the eighth published novel by Patrick White. First published in 1970, it
details the lifelong creative journey of fictional artist/painter Hurtle
Duffield. Named for its sometimes cruel analysis of Duffield and the major
figures in his life, the book explores universal themes like the suffering of
the artist, the need for truth and the meaning of existence.
Plot summary
Hurtle Duffield
is born into a poor Australian family. They adopt him out to the wealthy
Courtneys, who are seeking a companion for their hunchbacked daughter Rhoda.
The precocious Hurtle gains artistic inspiration from the world that surrounds
him, his adoptive mother, Maman, and Rhoda; the prostitute Nance, who is his
first real love; the wealthy heiress Olivia Davenport; his Greek mistress Hero
Pavloussi and finally the child prodigy Kathy Volkov. He becomes famous and his
paintings are in great demand. However, he is unimpressed by the monetary and
status gain this brings and continues to live a spartan life, beholden to
nobody - even the Prime Minister. In his final years he is drawn closer to his
sister Rhoda, and after a stroke causes partial paralysis, is assisted by his
protoge Don Lethbridge to produce a huge, final magnum opus to God--the
Vivisector.
The Cure are an
English rock band formed in Crawley, West Sussex in 1976. The band has
experienced several line-up changes, with frontman, vocalist, guitarist and
principal songwriter Robert Smith being the only constant member. The Cure
first began releasing music in the late 1970s with its debut album Three
Imaginary Boys (1979); this, along with several early singles, placed the band
as part of the post-punk and New Wave movements that had sprung up in the wake
of the punk rock revolution in the United Kingdom. During the early 1980s, the
band's increasingly dark and tormented music helped form the gothic rock genre.
Source: Wikipedia
The
Lovecats Lyrics
We move
like cagey tigers
Oh we couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and throw
All the songs we know...
Into the
sea
You and me
All the years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so
wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Into the
sea
You and me
All the years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We missed you hissed the lovecats
We're so
wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
You know that i'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to dinner
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
Get out for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Hand in
hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?
We missed you hissed the lovecats
I love
you... let's go...
Oh... solid gone...
How could we miss
Someone as
dumb as this?
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