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TheWeirdcrap.com offers an outlet for Bel Garion. Which is good because it keeps him off the streets.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Psalms of Katrina

By special guest writer Saint John (Translation by Saint Garion Bel)

[The following is a Psalm of Saint John. Saint John is now homeless but was formerly of the middle class that Bush is trying very hard to wipe out. Due to his poor public education he has been a staunch Republican for most of his life despite his modest income. He never checked anything with a “D” by it on a ballot, until Katrina came into his life. Enjoy. Saint Garion.]

A long long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile, they said the city was built too low, they said that it was sure to go, but they’d be happy for a while, but August made me sweat with every paper I delivered, bad news on the rooftop, I couldn’t take one more gun’s pop. I can’t remember if I cried when I read about Katrina’s stride but something touched me deep inside - The Day New Orleans Died. So…

(Chorus) Bye bye Miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but no levy goodbye! And good ole boys were drinkin and getting high singing this will be the day that I climb --- to the building’s roof I will climb.

Did you all see all of those looters, better duck your head and look out for shooters-if the television tells you so and you do believe in Katrina’s toll, can the National Guard save your mortal soul before you sink in the muddy bowl? Well I know that you are in need of hugs well all you get is gun toting thugs you better put down those tennis shoes or cops will come in their finest blues. I was a neighborly fisherman with a boat that I could put 8 folks in but they shot the motor and dumped me out – The Day New Orleans Died I started singing…

(Chorus) Bye bye Miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but no levy goodbye! And good ole boys were drinkin and getting high singing this will be the day that I climb --- to the building’s roof I will climb.

For forty years they knew their fate - just not that her name would be Kate, they said “Oh it won’t happen here,” the mayor and the governor, the ostridge and the coverer, singing to the quire oh yeah – the votes they’ll be protecting and the fingers they’ll be pointing. She said it only takes a village but now look at the rapes and pillage. They are shooting doctors and nurses steeling the vulnerable old ladies purses. They have broken into all of the stores, kicked in all of the gun shop doors – think they’ll find their way to heaven while shooting their rescuers with AK47s? --- The Day New Orleans Died we were singing…

(Chorus) Bye bye Miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but no levy goodbye! And good ole boys were drinkin and getting high singing this will be the day that I climb --- to the building’s roof I will climb.

Helter Skelter is a summer swelter smearing their feces on the walls of their shelter – six feet deep and rising fast, he who has the most stuff will laugh last. Got a big screen TV he can’t plug in, just tried his oozy against a helicopter fin, doesn’t know why we’re sick of him-you shoot your neighbors and terrorize the hospitals and rescue guys-but I’m sure you’ll still wonder why --- The Day New Orleans Died they were singing…

(Chorus) Bye bye Miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but no levy goodbye! And good ole boys were drinkin and getting high singing this will be the day that I climb --- to the building’s roof I will climb.

Oh and there we were all in one place, a generation of disgrace with no time left to start again, so come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, look out for the gun toting dick – because he’ll shoot you just the same as look – put you in his sacrificial book. He is the devil’s only friend, oh and as I watched him on the street I imagined calling in the fleet, no angel born in hell could break that Satan’s spell and as the day turns into night, to light the sacrificial right, I saw Satan laughing with delight --- The Day New Orleans Died he was singing …
(Chorus) Bye bye Miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but no levy goodbye! And good ole boys were drinkin and getting high singing this will be the day that I climb --- to the building’s roof I will climb.

I met a girl who sang the blues and asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store – nothing in there any more, and a man there said no music left to play, and in the streets the bullets screamed, the windows broke, pure anarchy it seemed. But not a word was spoken, the church bells were all broken, and three men I admire most, the Father, Son and Holy Ghost were all sent off the coast, The Day New Orleans Died. And we were singing…

Bye bye Miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but no levy goodbye! And good ole boys were drinkin and getting high singing this will be the day that I climb, to the shingled roof I will climb.

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