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Coronavirus in New Orleans
It started in Wuhan with some bat bitten meat,
Traveled to Korea and down to Italy
So now it’s mutating and we’re all getting sneezy
COVID 19’s rollin’ to the Big Easy
Chorus
Stock up on bourbon, boil red beans
The coronavirus’s coming to New Orleans
Soap up your hands, and cover your sneeze
The coronavirus coming down to New Orleans
The shops are all out of health care supplies
If you can’t find a mask tape on a Hubig’s pie
Instead of hand sanitizer use some Zatarain’s
Wash out your mouth in Lake Pontchartrain
Chorus
Stock up on bourbon, vodka and Dixie
The coronavirus’s coming to the Big Easy
Cover your mouth and don’t touch your face
Best to not put your tongue on any surface
Seems like our city is going to hell
Got two bodies stuck in the Hard Rock Hotel
Broken pumps and beads are flooding our streets
Here comes another boil water advisory
Chorus
Gotta get on the phone and call Mayor Cantrell
Human feces is exploding French Quarter manholes
Our neighbors don’t live here, they’re Air B and B’s
Record high profits for da Entergy
Stock up on bourbon, hunker down with some pralines
Put a lime in your Corona to toast New Orleans
Soap up your hands, and cover you sneeze
The coronavirus coming down to our city, to the Big Easy, down the Mississippi, way down in New Orleans
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Dido Fell Hard
Twas long ago, arma virumque cano
Troy was on fire, he put his father, on his back, he held on
To his son, this child of Venus, Pious Aeneas
They sailed the Mediterranean, fated for Rome
And blown to Africa
Dido was the queen of Carthage, widowed by brother Pygmalion
She left Tyre and cut up an oxhide, formed a civilization
Venus told Aeneas to go to the palace, to meet this Carthaginian queen
Cupid flew to pierce his arrow, the heart of Dido burst in flames
Dido fell hard for her lover Aeneas, a longing heart, love in her eyes
She listened closely to his Trojan stories, on a rainy day they shared a cave
Embraced in passion, and as was the fashion, Dido deduced they were betrothed
But Aeneas believed he had to leave, and he set sail without saying farewell
Aeneas broke the heart of Dido, she collected all, the mementos
Of his betrayal, and she piled them up, set them on fire, climbed the pyre,
Dido she fell on the sword of Aeneas
Dido she fell on the sword of Aeneas, Ohhhhh Dido
Sailing to Rome, pious Aeneas, saw Dido’s death in a funeral pyre,
From the flames of Troy to the flames of Carthage, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
In the end, Dido was a pawn, of the gods upset, about a beauty contest
And in the end, it’s probably best, if you fall for love to stay independent
Dido fell hard for her lover Aeneas, and after everything that she went through,
Believing she couldn’t live without her lover, all the pain, heartache, and betrayal,
When Tennyson says ’tis better to have, loved and lost, than never to have
Loved at all. I think he’s wrong, I think about the fate of poor Dido
And Dido fell hard for her lover Aeneas
And Dido fell hard for her lover Aeneas
And Dido she fell on the sword of Aeneas
And Dido fell hard for her lover Aeneas
Ohhhhhhh Dido
And Dido fell hard for her lover Aeneas
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He Stopped Loving Beer Today
Set to music of George Jones “He Stopped Loving Her Today”
He said I’ll love you till I die
Beer told him you’ll forget in time
I watched the years pass slowly by
Beer still preyed upon his mind
He kept a cold one by his wall
Got half drunk now and then
But he still loved beer through it all
Hoping he’d never run out again
They found some Dixies by his bed
Dated 1992
He had written out in red
Damnit beer I love you
Went to drink beer with my friend today
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him without a beer
He stopped loving beer today
Friends poured 40 ouncers on the ground
Soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving beer today
Spoken
You know beer came to see him one last time
Oh, we all wondered if beer would
And it kept running through my mind
Well, this time he’s over beer for good
He stopped loving beer today
They placed some beers inside his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving beer today
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Bulbancha Forever
03:07
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Bulbancha
There were people in New Orleans
when Bienville came exploring
his tattooed torso filled with snakes
He asked them what they called this place
Bulbancha was the name for here
ignored by the Reconnoitrers
But the French renamed everything
from Baton Rouge to Pontchartrain
Forget the Colonial Europeans
the Choctaw name is what I’m feelin’
Forget the Colonial Europeans
the Choctaw name is what I’m feelin’
Bulbancha, the land of many tongues.
Bulbancha, a better name than Orléans
Bulbancha, on the shores of Okwata
Bulbancha, Bul- Ban- Cha
There were buffalo in New Orleans
When Iberville came exploring
They saw three buffalo lying there
in what became Jackson Square
Come on Bulbanchians it’s time for action
take down that statue of Andrew Jackson
Instead of him let’s memorialize
the Chitimacha who lived and died here
Forget the Colonial Europeans
the Choctaw name is what I’m feelin’
Forget the Colonial Europeans
the Choctaw name is what I’m feelin’
on the bayou’s banks with buffalo
I want to see a buffalo in Bulbancha
Bulbancha, the land of many tongues
Bulbancha, a better name than Orléans
Bulbancha, on the shores of Okwata
Bulbancha, Bul-Ban-Cha
Bulbancha, where the buffalo called their home
Bulbancha, where Chitimacha called their home
Bulbancha, on the shores of Okwata
Bulbancha, Bul-Ban-Cha
Bulbancha, Let’s go retro for our metro
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Halfway to Nowhere
02:42
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Halfway to Nowhere
Well I don’t know where we’re headed but it sure don’t look too good
Everything’s out of whack, we’re not living the way we should
Hellbent on destruction of every living thing
It’s a battle between life and death and guess which side is winning
And we’re...
CHORUS: Halfway to nowhere, halfway to nothing at all
Halfway to nowhere, waiting for the curtain to fall
Halfway to nowhere, half dead and half asleep
Halfway over the edge, ready for to take that leap
Since 1974 the World Wildlife Fund for Nature
Has been keeping careful track of the animal population
But what they have found, it’s alarming to say the least
A 50% decline in the numbers of bird and beast
So we’re... REPEAT CHORUS
Can we pull it back now from the edge of the abyss?
I’m not afraid of darkness but I’m terrified of ignorance
And pray what shall we do with the time that we got left?
We’re just chilling and watching Netflix, amusing ourselves to death
Cuz we’re... REPEAT CHORUS
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HOMERIC HYMN TO GAIA
To Gaia, the mother of all, I sing.
Primeval
Oldest Creation
She nourishes everything on earth,
all that go on land, and all that swim through the sea,
and all that fly, These are all nourished from your bliss.
Through you, O queen, humans are blessed both with children and harvests.
You have the power to give life to humans, as well as to take life away.
Blessed are those whom you delight to honor
They possess everything in abundance.
Life bearing fields providing crops, Pastures filled with livestock.
Houses full of goodness.
Men look after cities with beautiful ladies
Much happiness and riches follow.
Their budding sons spread cheer, their daughters play and dance down towards soft grass.
Such is it for those you honor.
Revered goddess, unrivaled deity, Rejoice O mother of the gods.
Wife of twinkling Uranos,
for this song, provide me with a cheerful heart.
And now I will honor your memory with another song...
CHILDREN OF GAIA
Children of Gaia, mired in obfuscation
Will the veil ever be lifted?
Or will we continue to search in the dark?
We meet the truth we’ve been gifted
With a skeptic’s eye and a cynical heart
Who are we but the children of Gaia?
Who are we but the sons and daughters of life?
Make right our minds, make clear the path (Who are we, who are we?)
That we may see our final task (Who are we, who are we?)
Who are we but the children of Gaia?
Who are we?
We, the children of Gaia, surrender to the divine
We must steady our hands and open our ears to end the divide
What is this gospel that you preach?
Who fed you lies?
Who fed you the lies that you teach?
The word not obscured as you claim
The intent not absurd as you feign
You wear the coat that bears the stain
Yet you know truth, speak not its name
Make right our minds, make clear the path (Who are we, who are we?)
That we may see our final task (Who are we, who are we?)
We, the children of Gaia, surrender to the divine
We must steady our hands and open our ears to end the divide
End the divide
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Half Pagan New Orleans, Louisiana
We're a rock band based in Bulbancha. You might call it New Orleans. Sometimes we do songs about cemetery picnics or the mythology of ancient Babylon. We're Half Pagan.
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