Thomas Fletcher (fletch31526) wrote,
Thomas Fletcher
fletch31526

WNL-XXX: "My house was empty and so was my cup"

Casa de Fletch is located some 400 miles as the crow flies from Houma, Louisiana. So pardon me as it boggles my mind that it can be raining in Houma and at my house and it's all rain from the same storm. It's easy to lose perspective of the world around you. Mother Nature is an awesome thing and she's good at reminding you of your place in the world.

So, it turns out that Gustav wasn't "The Mother Of All Storms" like Willy Wonka Ray Nagin suggested... This is a good thing for my people down south, as it seems that they all escaped unscathed. Certainly, everyone I know has fared far better than they did in 2005. I hope we can say the same thing once we get through the assembly line of tropical storms lining up in the Atlantic.

It hasn't taken long for the whiners to find their way on to TV and the Internet asking why we keep rebuilding New Orleans and the Louisiana coast. I'm growing quite tired of their bitching. As long as we allow people to live in Earthquake-happy California, Twister Alley in the Midwest and Blizzardville in the Northeast... What's a little rain, wind and flooding every few years in Louisiana gonna hurt?

Tonight's installment of WNL was a no-brainer. Paul Sanchez wrote a little song for Cowboy Mouth a few years back about what happens when the winds start blowing around this time of year in New Orleans -- they throw a Hurricane Party. After Katrina hit, the band stopped playing the song for several months. The recording I've included below is a live version from the night it returned to the set list for the first time since the storm -- December 28, 2005 at the House of Blues in New Orleans.

We had a little party with me and my friends
A hurricane was coming to New Orleans again
Somebody brought scotch, somebody brought beer
I should have kept the hooch and thrown them out of here

A friendly game, a penny a hand
Smoke a cigar, act like a man
Waiting for the gale force winds to blow
Shuffle up the cards and let the liquor flow

A hurricane party got out of control
I'm lying the gutter eating tootsie rolls
Red ant bites all over my ass
Beating all my buddies with a baseball bat

Somebody's girlfriend showed up by surprise
With cookies in her hands and dollar signs in her eyes
I started dipping her cookies in scotch
She won all my money and my pocket watch

I passed out and I woke up
My house was empty and so was my cup
Out on the front porch, I heard them shout
I wish they'd come in so I could throw them out

A hurricane party got out of control
I'm lying the gutter eating tootsie rolls
Red ant bites all over my ass
Beating all my buddies with a baseball bat

Everybody was wrestling out in the dirt
I laughed so hard until my stomach hurt
They saw me clean and they heard me laugh
They started charging at me and I grabbed the bat

A hurricane party got out of control
I'm lying the gutter eating tootsie rolls
Red ant bites all over my ass
Beating all my buddies with a baseball bat

-Hurricane Party
Paul Sanchez


(Here's the link to the song if the embeded player doesn't load.)

Tags: cowboymouth, lyrics, poppy, public, wnl
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