If We Can Bomb & Rebuild Iraq We Can Rebuild New Orleans

 

Where else an airport

         named Satchmo International?

                                Where else

          the beads and decadence

                              of Mardi Gras

 

                                   party town

                                             without

         a trace of the Calvinist

                    taint everywhere else

                              in this tight

                            -sphinctered country.

 

          They say the death of a city

                  is the greatest disaster of all

                              on YOUR watch Mr.

 

          I-don’t-have-an enemy

                 or-teleprompter-so-I’m-lost

                                        for-words

                                               President.

 

Who you gonna bomb now, God?

 

If we can bomb & rebuild Iraq we can rebuild New Orleans.

 

No one saw it coming

         cept those who’d

                     laid out the Category IV

                                      scenario, meaning

                 anyone paying attention, but

 

        we are a nation of John Wayne-wannabees

                       ride our majestic steed

                                      kill off the bad guys

                                                rescue the damsel

 

                 prevention ain’t sexy but failed priorities

                              are the first chickens

                                      come home to roost

                                               in dat

                                                   toxic gumbo

                                 dey call post-Katrina N’awlins.

 

Professor Longhair and Doctor John.

The Brothers Neville and assorted Marsali.

Louie Armstrong and Dirty Dozen Brass Band.

Pistol Pete and Fats Domino

                                              last pictured

                                                     bein’ rescued

                                   maybe sleepin’ on the Astrodome floor now

                                                 Blueberry Hill the last patch

                                                                   of higher ground.

 

                     

If we can bomb & rebuild Iraq we can rebuild New Orleans.

 

And they weren’t finished

     with the destruction

                   of what’s left

                         of the middle class

                                remember them?

 

             Two paychecks in front

                            of anyone from New Orleans

                                    didn’t have an SUV

                                         w/ a few cases of

                                                      Perrier.

 

Middle class

         drowning 21st century American style

                                mountain of debt

                                     barely watchin

                                              the procession of tax cuts

                                        and armchair warlordin

                                                                                  so easy

                                                       for chicken hawks ain’t never

                                                                        fired no wartime guns. New Orleans.

 

Jesus just left Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.
Said, Jesus just left
Chicago and he's bound for New Orleans.
Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.

 

If we can bomb & rebuild Iraq we can rebuild New Orleans.

 

               We can dig out

                          from the mountain of militarism

                                         make this city big

                                                     and easy again.

                                                                   Get ourselves some seafood

                                                                                     gumbo & one too many

                                                                                                   hurricanes

                                     (the drinkable kind) wash away the stench

                                                                              of an empire gone wrong.

 

               We got to drain & rebuild New Orleans.

                             Cuz Miss Marie Laveau done taught everybody there

                                                                              voodoo

                                                                 and someone’s got a pin

                                                                               ready to stick in this doll

                                                                                      some call America

                                                                                           and there ain’t no cryin’ Uncle

                                                                              when you are the Uncle named Sam.

 

 

Said Jesus just left Chicago and he’s bound for New Orleans

You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Said: You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name.

 

If we can bomb & rebuild Iraq we can rebuild New Orleans.

 

        We can drink too much

                display our dicks

                        or tits when asked

                                stumble to our temporary

                                        French Quarter-I’m-on-vacation

                                                no-time-for-nothin’ but-a-party-now

                                                                                                          home

 

                                         and reminisce ‘bout the good ‘ol days

                                                 when Republicans warned about

                                                         the military-industrial complex

                                                                                 

                                                              and poor people had a chance

                                                                      as long as they had their trombone

                                                                              some warm gumbo

                                                                           and a bad-ass-pass-the-tabasco                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                         voodoo-place

                                                                                                          to call home.

 

 

7:51P – 9.6.05

w/ some lines from ZZ Top