I sold my soul to Laveau
And never thought about it twice
Sang the songs of a city
And they sounded like my life
Ready to sacrifise everything
On a dream and a dare
And find the love I need
In a city that dosen't care
Where music fills the air
Damn near every single night
When the sun goes down
We know to celebrate life
It's a force and you can feel it
In the music when you hear it
This city has a soul
This city has a spirit
You can see it on the faces
Of the people that you meet
When the second line is jumping
With people dancing in the street
You can't help but move your feet
Whenever Shorty blows his trombone
If you left for that storm your not alone
But please COME HOME
I know you hear it calling
You can feel it in your viens
And no matter where you go
You know its really not the same
A force you can't explain
But you can feel it in your gut
The Crescent City calling
Everyday that you wake up
Because
When you breathe this city
You bleed this city
Could never leave this city
If you belive in this city
So if you feel how i feel
Stand up and say this with me
I ain't never leaving
Until the devil comes to get me
When the Brassaholics playing
I'm already there
Any summer night
They jammin Lafayette square
Let them boys blow their horns
And fill the air with the sound of joy
And show the world a passion
The hand of God could not destroy
It's the Big Easy baby
And we live it everyday
And die by these words
Laissez les bon temps rouler
What more can I say
You have to live it to belive it
The House Of The Rising Sun
And you can never leave it
It's that old vodoo magic
That captures your soul
And haunts your every dream
To the days you grow old
Once your life has done left you
And your body grows old
These songs still will be sung
And these stories still will be told
Because
When you breath this city
You bleed this city
Can never leave this city
When you belive in this city
If you feel how I feel
Stand up and say it with me
I ain't never leaving
Until the devil comes to get me
I watched this city go under water
And saw nobody give a f**k
And what this city do
She stood right back up
So I found my strength
In her struggle and applied it to my life
Got my self off the ground
And got right back in the fight
I refuse to die
When the storms drown me out
And when push comes to shove
What's life really all about
Its a city of Saints and sinners
And Super Bowl winners
And every Monday night
You having red beans for dinner
Where you can hear the depth of our devotion
Played upon the horns of Rebirth
Because we refuse to lose
And will show you everything that we're worth
That's why whenever I'm away
It's never long before I hear her calling
No matter wher I roam
I'm always coming home New Orleans
Because
When You breathe this city
You bleed this city
Can never leave this city
When you belive in this city
If you feel how I feel
Stand up and say this with me
I ain't never leaving
Until the devil comes to get me
Your praise for the city
Your praise for the city of New Orleans is realy good, extensive but interesting. Taking the reader through the history of New Orleans and it's comeback after it was flooded is engrossing. A good poem and well written your craft at poetry is good.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Nice... Enjoyed reading.
Nice... Enjoyed reading. Afterall, Thats where I'm going...
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