When I write a song, I'll post it in this thread. New Orleans Funeral We’re lit up like a New Orleans funeral Festive processions speeding past children Hanging by their ears in the old oak tree Chopping off their ankles and pissin’ in the wind The last girl stops to search for a heart she Thought she carved in the asphalt in ‘63 And starts back up when the jackals laugh At the heart she carved in the old oak tree We’re frozen to our trousers in the wind Standing firm and fastened on greased heels Watching the cardboard night life zoom by In form of lemmings on plastic wheels "Where’s that green light going, anyway?" You asked with your down-trodden eyes Unless that isn’t what she said We’re lit up like a Las Vegas sacrifice Chanting to empty constellations of That music we just heard, or was it The musicality of losing love? I could have lived under this cupboard Until I die from leukemia or HIV But when shaving my head is easier I’ll let myself die of what I’ve seen We’re frozen to our trousers in the wind Standing firm and fastened on greased heels Watching the cardboard night life zoom by In form of lemmings on plastic wheels "Where’s that green light going, anyway?" You asked with your down-trodden eyes Unless that isn’t what she said We’re lit up like a Hollywood suicide Our gorgeous brains splashing on the ceiling Making the sound of a bare foot stepping On a condom filled with Janet Reno’s semen I’ve never decided on which mind to avoid Or which advice I shouldn’t call to fault But if I ever carve my name in a heart I’ll do it with death on New Orleans asphalt
Wow! I really love the imagery captured within those lyrics - it's very visual and very moving! Do you have any music to go along with it, yet?
