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http://www.indie44.com/KrystleWarren/Index/MEDIA/DISCOGRAPHY/II/II_womanchild.html
not so sure if the words apply... but this song is so beautiful.
Womanchild
i was the last to leave, the second to come back
i am a womanchild,
she's forgotten reckless years
but when she hears, "momma," she comes running back down the hill
i am still crawling
i've made some distance
mother, forgive me for walking so soon
but, you were a stonewall and i couldn't get through
i am a drifter and i'm sure you would agree when you hear, "momma,"
you come running back down the hill |
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| 11:36am 12/09/2005 |
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"Charmaine Neville, local jazz and funk singer, described her experience of evacuating her 9th Ward home, rescuing neighbors to a school in a flatboat, finding food and feeding people, seeing many, many dead bodies, boating people to the Quarter and eventually ’stealing’ a bus to drive these folks out of town". This link: www.wafb.com has a link to her interview. It is really heartbreaking... but so amazing that she was that strong.
Last night I met up with a friend from New Orleans that had stayed behind because he had been told that the I-10E was closed. He met with a couple of friends and hoped for the best while hiding out in a local hospital. Boats came and pulled people out of the hospital and dropped them off at an intersection where they just waited and waited. Finally a bus pulled up and took them to the Convention Center, where apparently they had no security and they checked no one for weapons. It was so unruly that the cops left each day at sundown. Kent slept on the sidewalk out front with 20 others because if they went inside they would be followed and continuously threatened. Each time they tried to walk away they were followed by gangs of people who threatened to follow them or kill them if they left them behind. So they stayed. Midnight on their 3rd night there a truck pulled up and a man got out while Kent and his friends were sleeping on the sidewalk with their belongings. The man told them to get up and walk around the corner quietly and get into a bus that was waiting around the corner for them. Nobody moved. The man was a sheriff and promised them that they would be safe. That there was a SWAT team ready with grenades and firearms if anybody tried anything. So they got up... they were told to leave all of their belongings behind. There was no room on the bus for it. Kent got on the bus with his two dogs, his clothes on his back and his wallet. Was forced to leave behind his laptop and all camera gear. He is a professional photographer.... so he was pretty much forced to leave his career behind. Who knows who ended up with it. The bus drove them just outside of New Orleans where there were doctors and clothes and food. From that point on it has been a pilgrimage from one point to the next. He hitchhiked a ride to Baton Rouge and slept at a strangers house... met up with some other New Orleans refugees and drove towards the E.Coast.
I can't fathom any of the above.... and apparently he edited down the story to 30 minutes... but said the crazy shit that he went through would take hours to describe. |
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| 11:52am 12/09/2005 |
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Artist: Michael Penn
Song: Bucket Brigade
It's a kind of parade
It's a bucket brigade
Who got it off the wire
That you'd set it and left
Just to cover the theft
That would topple an empire
But you wanted the world
And it was only the heart
Only the heart of a, only the heart of a girl
For everyone in the know
He's going to put on a show
Death defying feats of daring
And for the riff and the raff
He's gonna mimeograph
A statement he's preparing
That he wanted the world
And it was only a heart
Only the heart of am only the heart of a girl
Only the heart of a girl
Here we are
Handing over all we know
Either that or
Start to blow 'til we
Run out of breath
It's a kind of parade
It's a bucket brigade
Who read it off the wire
That you lost your whole world
And it was all over the heart of a girl
Only the heart of a girl
Here we are
Handing over all we know
Either that or
Start to blow 'til we
Run out of breath
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This song is about a hospital closing its doors in DC but i was listening to it while I was watching a slideshow of new orleans and it just seemed to fit too well for those down there going through all of this.
Michael Penn
Walter Reed
Count the cases
piled up high
for the 115th time...
the platform and the passerby
its the same routine
and i am ranting while i am raving
they say there's nothing here worth saving
tell me now
what more do you need
take me to walter reed tonight
baby i lost the will to fight
over everything
there's a few things i gotta say
make no mistake i'm mad
cause every good thing i had
abandoned me
i'm the walking wounded
i'll say it to your face
i cant find my place
so tell me now
what more do you need
baby i lost the will for fighting over
every thing...
every good thing i've had
abandoned me |
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