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Silent Night

Silent night, no gunfights,
All is calm, ‘till Twelfth Night
Round the city debris still is piled.
Our politicians still should be reviled,
Christmas will come anyway.
Christmas will come anyway.

Silent night, times are tight,
Neighbors still living in the blight,
Friends are scattered both here and afar,
Nagin gave us a Recovery Czar;
Waiting on the Road Home!
Waiting on the Road Home!

Silent night, hope ignite,
We’ll survive, though times are tight
New Orle-ans shall be reborn,
While our leaders keep earning our scorn,
Running the long paper chase.
Running the long paper chase.

By George “Loki” Williams copyright 2006

Since you readers seem to be gluttons for punishment I am going to try to cough up one of these each day between now and Xmas. I’ll be waiting for th hate mail…

Rummy Boy
To the tune of Little Drummer Boy

Wait they told me, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
Assistance will arrive, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We will rebuild the Gulf, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We’ll make the city sing, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
dumb dumb dumb dumb, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
But corruption ruled dumb dumb dumb dumb,
Pass me the rum.

Oh New Orleans, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
This fate is not for you da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We have no leadership, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
There’s no one at the wheel da dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
We will do it ourselves, da dumb dumb dumb dumb,
Where is the rum?

Now it is Christmas, da dumb dumb dumb dumb,
Friends scattered everywhere, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We will do with what we have, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
I raise my glass to them, da dumb dumb dumb dumb,
dumb dumb dumb dumb, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
I hope they”ll be home soon, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
Me and my rum

By George “Loki” Williams
copyright 2006