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Treading Water
03:42
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It was said with such conviction that I almost thought it real
They said it'd be a landslide so it could only be a steal
In my bed so peaceful lies a burden I can't shake
Every day I awake in the morning treading water
Out there all among us are some people out of reach
Facts are now opinions of a truth we want to see
In their eyes they see me as a pawn that's being played
Every day I awake in the morning treading water
Ain't that river deep and wide
Treading water through the lies
I can't keep my cool to keep an open mind
A mother and her daughter haven't said a single word
Each wearing different lenses when they're looking at the world
Every night they argue for which one is more afraid
Every day I awake in the morning treading water
Ain't that river deep and wide
Treading water through the lies
I can't keep my cool to keep an open mind
Doing my best to keep my head above the tide
True colors show in the darkness of the night
It's getting harder and harder to recognize the people I once knew
Oh dear mother, is that really you?
Storming of the castle and it's anybody's game
We might get back to normal but it won't ever feel the same In this hour of darkness it's so much more than I can take
Every day I awake in the morning treading water
Every day I awake in the morning treading water
Every day I awake in the morning treading water
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Ain't No New Orleans
04:03
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way down yonder in the land of dreams,
where Lord Jelly Roll syncopated
where the Spanish and the French and the Africans mingled,
but the Chittamacha antedated
like the moss covered vines and the tall sugar pines,
the second line makes you sway
but the way we been goin’ it won’t last too long,
and we will miss it every night and day
So let the rich men turn to paupers,
and the beggars to kings and queens
cause I don’t wanna live in a world where there ain’t no New Orleans
The Mississippi roamed free for 10,000 years,
so did the buffalo
The French built the levees to keep it out the Quarter,
so the Lower 9th is sinking like a stone
the river made the land a little while ago,
just a few thousand years
now if the banks of the river come up above the levee
I’ll be drowning in a sea of tears
Let the rich men turn to paupers,
and the beggars to kings and queens
cause I don’t wanna live in a world where there ain’t no New Orleans
Do you remember Betsy back in ’65, Camille in ’69
The gulf is getting higher and higher every year,
and the water’s getting warmer all the time
There was hurricane Ivan in 20 and 4, Katrina back in ’05
There’s another one coming and it won’t be long,
and you’ll be lucky if you make it out alive
Let the rich men turn to paupers,
and the beggars to kings and queens
cause I don’t wanna live in a world where there ain’t no New Orleans
The fat cats wanna go live on Mars,
leave the rest of the world behind
let the whole damn show going down
while the politicians squabble over nickels and dimes
Crying won’t help you, your thoughts are worthless,
praying won’t do you no good
When the Ponchatrain’s banks come up above the levee,
baby you got to move
Let the rich men turn to paupers,
and the beggars to kings and queens
cause I don’t wanna live in a world where there ain’t no New Orleans
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