10 years ago, bloated bodies floated in the water of NOLA as Hurricane Katrina's storm surge overcame the levees.
Vincent Tuckwood - Voice, instruments
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I dreamed of drowning; water as emotion, emotion as water.
Sleepless, a riff emerged at 5 am - a first-take recording on my rarely-played Jackson Surfcaster, the file saved as Noodle giving name to the song that emerged; a song written as the government failed in its core duty, as the media painted the victims as somehow-deserving perpetrators, as the end-times were claimed.
And as the bodies floated.
Floated.
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Hold me down, I'll try to break the surface
Hold me down, I'll try to catch my breath
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