The
First Line
The Second Line |
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rain
like holy
hell on Jackson Square |
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bobbing
along below
the dead a brand
new Panama
Gambler's hat on
Rue Royal |
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what
cleans the
street's not always
good for bidness |
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The
First Line
The Second Line |
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Fais
do do |
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there
she goes
again black
hawker in
yellow cotillion gown |
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FRESH
FRESH
CRAWFISH
GET EM
FRESH |
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but
can't begin without
the First
Line |
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The
Quarter
The Quarter no
not preoccupied
no The
Quarter's merely
occupied
by death |
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The
Second Coming's the
coming second |
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waiter
with nicotine
stains on his shirt he
crosses St. Ann
to the peacock-tail mask
shop where the woman
behind the register says
He's a nice
boy comes to me
for cigarettes |
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The
First Time
The Second Time
The tiny
time |
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it's
not the
heat it's
the humanity not
the street but the
proximity not
the beat but
the timidity |
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Po'
girl yellow
girl Po'
boy blue boy |
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brand
new white
Panama Gambler's
hat motionless under
St. Peter's
arcade where the darkly
draped fortune teller
says All right
goddammit here's
the deal five dollars and I'll
tell you just the
good parts |
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The
second's
coming |
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Po'
mules Po' Emily
Po' Jose hang
their heads in the holy
hell raining on
Jackson Square |
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Two
lines two
bits two
times too much |
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told
fortunes
in Manhattan
Houston here it's
all the same the
same |
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blue
notes are
the rue notes |
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Two
lips two
arms two shoes |
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Po'
Po' Po'
skeletons
in their
Po' earth above
The Second Line
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how
much
more for the bad
parts |
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To
the grave to
the wake two
shoes too sad
too glad |
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hey
guard my folding
chair I need
a drink |
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Po'
girl Po' boy
hawking bobbing rain
like holy hell bobbing
along in The Second
Line hawking like
holy hell paying
for the good parts |
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the
tiny time so
tiny so
straight |
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The
First Line's
above
The Second Line's
below below the
sea below
the dead the skeletons and
their earth |
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FRESH
FRESH
GET EM |
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Fais
do
do |
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The
coming
second First
Line levee Second
Line the dead
in their meadows
the quick on
their horns |
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death's
the
occupation life's
the rest |
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The
Second Line
The First Line |