Passunder (New Orleans)
(John Flynn)

If someday we realize that God still speaks to us all
In our hearts not just through words that long dead prophets scrawled
Perhaps we’ll add a new book to the holy bible called
New Orleans, New Orleans 

As in ancient Egypt when the Exodus began
when the shacks of pharaoh’s slaves were stained by blood from lambs
FEMA marked the 9th Ward houses with its spray paint cans… in
New Orleans, New Orleans 

Passover … Angel of Death
Born on the wind of a hurricane’s breath
Passover… Pharaoh’s own son
Peered the from the window of Air Force One

 
Moses cried to Pharaoh, Pharaoh let my people go
Now poor folks clung to rooftops as the levees overflowed
Both times the waters parted but it happed awful slow …in
New Orleans, New Orleans 

Moses led a chosen people cross the Sea of Reeds
Now a broken promise land lies in the mud and bleeds
For lives lost or scattered like a broken string of beads in
New Orleans New Orleans  

Pass under what man has caused
As the sun bleeds and the skies turn to gauze
Past plunder … sowing the breeze
Reaping the whirlwind … down on our knees 

For forty years in wilderness the Israelites did roam
Now like pyramids a former tomb called Super Dome
Stands watch for a new Moses crying Bring my people home … to
New Orleans, New Orleans 
 
If someday we realize that God still speaks to us all
In our hearts not just through words that long dead prophets scrawled
We’ll heal this wounded city and make strong its levee walls … in
New Orleans

 © 2006 Flying Stone Music

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