It's New Year's Day in New Orleans And I'm walking to the river with the girl of my dreams And we're walking, I have thoughts I'm not sure others have Like how the most underrated actor in the world is Steve Railsback Who played Manson in Helter Skelter and who played Ed Gein He's been in a few Rob Zombie films too, I'm pretty sure, I think Yesterday, we were hanging 'round the swamp and I was thinking about the new year and what I'm gonna do And I thought about the movie Southern Comfort with Keith Carradine, Fred Ward, Peter Coyote, and Powers Boothe And the slide guitar soundtrack of Ry Cooder And how Powers Boothe could've played Vincent Bugliosi in the movie Helter Skelter, Manson's famous prosecutor I could've pursued acting or maybe been one of those soundtrack guys But I'm a songwriter, I write songs in my car until the day I die I write songs that make people laugh, cry, happy And songs that make grown man shit their pants like little fucking babies Songs about lazy little cats sleeping on nice, warm porches 'Bout pitbulls howling in cages in police stations while the cops process the pimp dog owner
The first chapter of a book about Maurice Ravel He's born a few years after my home was built and that's put me in a spell Thinking about Marx, Freud, and Einstein in the late 19th century And we start to doze off in the afternoon because we were feeling pretty sleepy From all of that good rich Southern food that we ate Toasted grit salmon, creme fraiche, and mala shrimp, and fried catfish plates
Last night, we watched fireworks along the Mississippi I got a call from my friend in Tennessee, it was her grandmother's 97th birthday She's the closest thing to a grandmother that I've ever had She makes oyster stuffing every Thanksgiving But the last time that I had it, I was sleeping in her basement in 1990 reading Riders on the Storm I was obsessed with the Doors But didn't care for the perspective of John Densmore
This past Christmas Day, my dad's friend Dan Engelberg died In a hospital bed at the age of 99 Weeks away from turning 100 The Saturday before, he talked to my dad and said he was ready to go, that he loved my dad and that he was one of the best friends he's ever had I called my dad Christmas night, he was quiet and said it hadn't quite hit him yet
I talked to my friend last night She was at home with the shingles All alone on New Years' Eve Someone else was watching her children She's not well enough to handle them by herself these days She's tuning out watching True Detective on DVD And right now, me and my girl are gonna go find a place to eat Try to dodge the drunken fans of the Ohio and Alabama college football teams Playing at the Superdome right now as I write It's hard getting out of this big, soft bed tonight
Just back from Saint Charles Tavern where they're blasting the game She had bread pudding and I had chocolate chip pancakes She was talking about adopting a dog or a cat I keep talking about which guitars I'm gonna bring to Japan When I finally go to sleep, I hope to have a nice dream About my old kitty cat sniffing at the Christmas tree Not a nightmare where I'm lost in a Malaysian sea Snakehead fishes tearing me apart with their nasty teeth You never know if it's gonna be a good or a bad dream But nothing beats falling asleep to the sound of the streetcar in New Orleans
And I dreamed that it was 1978 I lived in Central City and it was a warm autumn day And me and my friends would see Ali/Spinks 2 at the dome Walked back to someone’s house, so excited about the fight of the decade in New Orleans And we laughed all night on the muggy front porch 'til the sun came up The dream cut to the back bedroom of a shotgun style house I was looking around the room and the walls were purple and gold The radio was on, it was January 2nd, I picked up a guitar that I bought at a pawn shopTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
