Really sums it up from a St. Bernard point of view
From NOLA.com St. Bernard Forum...
Sittin' at home watching T.V.,Wondering what's going to happen to me.Looking at that big swirl in the sky,Wondering if we're going to die.Never to drink at Kats again,Can't order tamales or pizza from Ben's.Can't run to Rocky's to order Veal P.,Water , Water as far as we could see.Wondering what we're livin' for,Whatever it was, it ain't there no more.
The man said we had to leave town,We had to run for higher ground.Evacuation, is what they said,Wondering where we'd lay our head.Seperation is what we knew,Wondering what our friends would do.Goin' home, we're yearning for,But why do that, it ain't there no more.
Phoned and roamed to our fingers bleed,But 504, the lines were dead.Worrying and worrying, we had no choice,All we got was that recording voice.It said our lines couldn't get through,It reminded us of what water could do.Red beans, poorboys, their what we live for,We watch T.V., and it ain't there no more.
We hope and pray that what we see,Won't make us live the life of a refugee.Possessions we lost, faded from our minds,Its the freinds and places we left behind.Those are the things that will not fade,Our memories and friendships we'll fight to save.We will come back stronger than before,Don't tell me it ain't there no more.
By Mike, Mike , Brent, and Framin
Sittin' at home watching T.V.,Wondering what's going to happen to me.Looking at that big swirl in the sky,Wondering if we're going to die.Never to drink at Kats again,Can't order tamales or pizza from Ben's.Can't run to Rocky's to order Veal P.,Water , Water as far as we could see.Wondering what we're livin' for,Whatever it was, it ain't there no more.
The man said we had to leave town,We had to run for higher ground.Evacuation, is what they said,Wondering where we'd lay our head.Seperation is what we knew,Wondering what our friends would do.Goin' home, we're yearning for,But why do that, it ain't there no more.
Phoned and roamed to our fingers bleed,But 504, the lines were dead.Worrying and worrying, we had no choice,All we got was that recording voice.It said our lines couldn't get through,It reminded us of what water could do.Red beans, poorboys, their what we live for,We watch T.V., and it ain't there no more.
We hope and pray that what we see,Won't make us live the life of a refugee.Possessions we lost, faded from our minds,Its the freinds and places we left behind.Those are the things that will not fade,Our memories and friendships we'll fight to save.We will come back stronger than before,Don't tell me it ain't there no more.
By Mike, Mike , Brent, and Framin
posted by BourbonConservative at 11:09 PM
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