when I die
bury me in a cemetery in New Orleans
let the marching bands serenade this holy soil with beautiful trumpets and saxophones
let the sound flow into the earth so in the afterlife
I will have something to dance to,
Kiss those who weep
for they are in need of human and sometimes we forget that,
Offer yourself up to the sun
bask in that hot heat till sweat grazes your temple
stay there till the day is done and watch the moon sweep across the sky,
all the stars dance in the same rhythm.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
when I die
bury me in a cemetery in New Orleans
let the marching bands serenade this holy soil with beautiful trumpets and saxophones
let the sound flow into the earth so in the afterlife
I will have something to dance to,
Kiss those who weep
for they are in need of human and sometimes we forget that,
Offer yourself up to the sun
bask in that hot heat till sweat grazes your temple
stay there till the day is done and watch the moon sweep across the sky,
all the stars dance in the same rhythm.
