God Rest Ye Mr. Bingle
More Xmas drivel to the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.
God rest ye Wonka good the mayor
Whose face we rarely see
Though life in Chocolate City
Is not all that it could be
The Road Homes long
My house is gone
No trash pick up for me
Oh tidings of empty promises
Promises
Oh-oh tidings of empty promises!
God rest ye Mr. Bi-i-ingle
Symbol of our hope
New Orleans tradition
Will help us all to cope
We’ll hold on tight
To what we have
And will survive this dope
Oh tidings of empty promises
Promises
Oh-oh tidings of empty promises!
Copyright 2006
By George “Loki” Williams
Oh yeah, baby, I’m BACK!
December 24th, 2006 at 10:05 am
Wow, these are great! Impeccable satire! I found the following in some old stuff I wrote just before leaving New Orleans that I thought many of you may be feeling when you think now and again about leaving:
In New Orleans, when you’re full of angst about how horrible, diseased and decaying the world is, you can walk outside and see it is true. In other cities, often if you take a stroll at 2 am, you can find things to cheer you up. In New Orleans, the lack of possibility is somehow heartening. This is a city that has lacked possibility for decades. This is a city that was built on despair- built on the blues and the ill-gotten gain that can be had for singing about it. This is the only city that thrives on it’s own corpse. It feeds on it’s own decaying flesh and is satisfied. It’s amazing. It’s awful. It’s a car crash. How can I leave such an absurdity? Do I really want to go somewhere that makes sense? Do I really need logic to feel sane? Or will I die somewhere boring with no idiocy and irony to keep me breathing?
Karen
December 24th, 2006 at 6:54 pm
You have way too much time on your hands, mon ami…
December 24th, 2006 at 7:46 pm
So, when’s the NOLA Xmas CD coming out?
December 24th, 2006 at 11:01 pm
Need to talk to some musicians, but I have decided to publish a Humid City Songbook….