
Click Erzulie Freda
to return home.
Click Erzulie Freda
to return home.
Go Down,
Water
Go down water to the other side, go down
Go down water to the other side, go
down
Done topped the levee, then you broke on
through
I don't want any more trouble with
you
Go down water to the other side, go
down
Go down water and rise no more, go
down
Go down water let me see my floor, go
down
Somebody tell me, please, where is my
Lord
While the devil's taking souls from door
to door?
Go down water and rise no more, go
down
Go down water, let my children come home,
go down
Go down water, now I'm all alone, go
down
Go down water, this is all I
own
Don't let the devil take my body to the
Superdome
Go down water, let me stay in my home, go
down
Go down water, from Gentily to Chalmette,
go down
Go down water, ain't you finished yet? Go
down
Go down water, while we've still got
time
The clock is ticking on the people in the
Lower 9
Go down water, while they've still got
some time, go down
Go down water for a hundred years, go
down
Go down water, wash away my tears, go
down
Goddamn water and your crown of
fears
And Goddamn the Army Corps of
Engineers
Go down water for a hundred years, go
down
*
The following is another song about New
Orleans in the aftermath of
the storm, entitled "Dreamless."
Lyrics
below.
Dreamless
Every night a wind blows through this
town
It's trying to turn my heart
around
And it could start a
fire
Yes, it could start a fire
And burn my whole life to the
ground
And every morning I watch your sleeping
face
You look so scared and out of
place
I want to make it
better
I want to make it
better
I want to wake you from that strange dark
place
But I cannot let my fears leave you
dreamless
That cannot be the
cost
For what is wrong, and what is
wronger?
Nothing more than
dreamless
Did C. Ray Nagin wreck my life? Or
should
I blame it all on President
Bush?
You know I can't
I can't remember,
I
cannot
I can't
remember
Which hero led me so
astray
And there were times when my dark side
would take control
Times that I embraced the blackness within
my soul
Yes there were times, there were
times
There were
times
But I cannot let the fires burn me
green-less
I will not join the
lost
For what is death, and what is
failure?
Nothing more than
dreamless
What is wrong, and what is
wronger?
What is death, and what is
failure?
What is violence, what is
anger?
Nothing more, nothing more, nothing
more
Than
dreamless
*
In the following clip Louie does some Q&A with the
audience. The first
two questions come from legendary New Orleans author and
Louie's
good friend Poppy Z.
Brite.
*
The
following clip was the final tune of the night, a song called "Glory,"
which
speaks to the hard realities we all face -- while simultaneously
acknowledging the undeinable powers of hope and faith; elements
that
have always made New Orleans the vibrant and culturally
rich place it is
and always will be.
Lyrics below.
Glory
I've been searching most my
life
And I have done some
damage
Most days I haven't courage to look
back
But I have rid the
tracks
And washed them in my
blood
And my soul it has not fallen between the
cracks
And I don't know what I should have
learned
I cannot find a lesson in this
story
And I don't care if it goes
nowhere
God only knows this train is bound for
glory
I have loved the
wrong
At times misplaced the
truth
And I have held convictions that were
hopeless
And I have beaten
down
What innocence I've
found
And I have learned that suffering means
nothing
And I don't know what I should have
learned
I cannot find a lesson in this
story
And I don't care if it goes
nowhere
God only knows this train is bound for
glory
This train rolls through the
night
Its way is paved with
light
Some people say this train is bound for
hell
But I have been and
back
And I can ease your
mind
This train just goes in circles far as I
can tell
And I don't know what I should have
learned
I cannot find a lesson in this
story
And I don't care if it goes
nowhere
God only knows this train is bound for
glory
As long as there's a God we're bound for
glory
As sure as there's a God we're bound for
glory
Words, music & prose copyright 2009 by Louis
Maistros
Videography copyright 2009 by
Claire Jordan
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Maistros in person,
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