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You matter to me, You art the ghost in coffee Clouds whistle around you Too much energy scares Hoi Poilloi but we rule these streets Call us out by righteous name Love is all you have in the Swamp I imagine it in the hot night Running from New Orlins Tide tryin to eat you Water mixed with kerosene There is suddenly no god My three year old daughter Left in that miserable Water, and nobody did a thing 9/11 was a kind of blackened day But when the Levees Break Nobody gets out alive Without money to roll It’s time to yell truth of my city Marie Laveau in all her forms She cried with me She held my hands and said: Do not lament forever Sorrow has its place & tyme Marie Laveau comes to me now: Saying Rise Up and Save This  City Something so still, so solemn Guards the city of the yellow moon I feel it Almost reaching it Hands touch my eyes and I know them I dream of Big Chief Who flew from Heaven Bringing the saving of the 9th ward Nothing can save the 9th But Marie Laveau, both a dem Ave Maria’s No god no Saints came marching Saving my role on freeway overpasses Left there to be displayed, to die of thirst Where were you, oh God? We loved you even as we died of thirst In a country that could pf delivered rations to Iraq In less than six hours. We have been sacrificed to low cause No happiness shall come from this True badlands, had Saints, and Faith Nature took but once Government took it all & Left us standing Or dying in attics Screaming Save Our Souls
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Save Our Souls
You matter to me, You art the ghost in coffee Clouds whistle around you Too much energy scares Hoi Poilloi but we rule these streets Call us out by righteous name Love is all you have in the Swamp I imagine it in the hot night Running from New Orlins Tide tryin to eat you Water mixed with kerosene There is suddenly no god My three year old daughter Left in that miserable Water, and nobody did a thing 9/11 was a kind of blackened day But when the Levees Break Nobody gets out alive Without money to roll It’s time to yell truth of my city Marie Laveau in all her forms She cried with me She held my hands and said: Do not lament forever Sorrow has its place & tyme Marie Laveau comes to me now: Saying Rise Up and Save This  City Something so still, so solemn Guards the city of the yellow moon I feel it Almost reaching it Hands touch my eyes and I know them I dream of Big Chief Who flew from Heaven Bringing the saving of the 9th ward Nothing can save the 9th But Marie Laveau, both a dem Ave Maria’s No god no Saints came marching Saving my role on freeway overpasses Left there to be displayed, to die of thirst Where were you, oh God? We loved you even as we died of thirst In a country that could pf delivered rations to Iraq In less than six hours. We have been sacrificed to low cause No happiness shall come from this True badlands, had Saints, and Faith Nature took but once Government took it all & Left us standing Or dying in attics Screaming Save Our Souls
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AlisonWild
F/California
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
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