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Friday, September 02, 2005

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Some wisdom from Louie....


Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into spring

The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans


The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More.....more than I miss.......New Orleans

posted by Unknown @ 10:29 AM  

2 Comments:

  • At 3:34 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Mike,
    I'm from the piney woods 50 mi. NNW of NOLA in Robert, Tangipahoa Parish, LA.
    I tried to get the local station that was one of few on the air on generator to play Louie's version. I heard him on the air say when the message was given to him, "I'm not doing that." He's from Robert, too. It takes all kinds.
    All I got ta' say is, "Vive la Belle Nouvelle Orleans!" "Vive la Louisianne!"
    Where else could someone where I'm from, my Dad was from Hungarian Settlement, LA, have met the Archduke Geza von Habsburg at a presentation he was giving on Faberge' eggs. I met a royal from the Hungarian line of the Habsburgs. Just that would have me love New Orleans. But, I worked there there for many years in social services. I enjoyed the being of its people, all of them, oldest and newest shades of blood and culture, and I loved them all, and if we don't get all of them back, and New Orleans is all cream, no coffee, nor green tea, nor pulche', and none the ancient color of Louisiana clay, then it's soul is missing, and ours over here is diminished.
    I cry a few times a week. It was a few times a day, for New Orleans, and I despise those who do not wish to see her rebuilt. If we do not see eye to eye on that issue, then I cannot be their ally on anything else, ever. And to quote Tom DeLay, "Ever is a strong word."
    A simple patriot,
    Kevin Frindik

     

  • At 9:36 AM, Blogger Unknown said…

    Ay--men, Bro'!!

     

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