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Bourbon Street
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A cool love letter to the French Quarter. Its about a guy who meets a spooky but beautiful baby on bourbon street and tries to keep up with her.
the mistake phillip e hardy home from the hill
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Phillip Hardy plays contemplative, adult alternative rock music. His style incorporates jazz, blues, Latin and Americana, crossing conventional boundaries rangi
I started this band after being released from the Martha Stewart Women's Penitentiary, where I was serving 24 months for b-slapping my goat.
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Rock • Rock General
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#32,658 today Peak #52
#12,725 in subgenre Peak #5
Author
Phillip Hardy
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2003 by Phillip Hardy
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February 27, 2021
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MP3 8.9 MB • 320 kbps • 3:54
Story behind the song
I dig New Orleans and beautiful crazy women.
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Verse I An invitation, her eyes they were sending I liked the scent of her cheap perfume A gypsy girl with desire never ending we felt the beat of the Cajun tune I followed her to Tchoupatoulas Street Later we went to Snake and Jakes She had a style that knocked me of feet I got the vibe and then I got the shakes Chorus I I felt a chill when the room spun around; I could see something strange, like she was levitating. She laughed at me and she said little boy you were lucky to meet me on Bourbon Street Verse II When I awoke she was making me breakfast She had a skull on her bedroom wall On her nightstand there were tickets to Oz fest A forty-four and a voodoo doll Her face was pale, with hair a raven’s black She talked about her checkered past With serpent’s legs, she walked across my back My brain was gel, my heart was pounding fast Chorus II She cast her spell, I was walking on air, I was patient as Jobe, I felt stronger than Samson. She stroked my face; and she said hush your mouth, you were lucky to find me on Bourbon Street. Bridge When I’m alone, I think of her under flickering lights Another day, another time, there were emptier nights, lonelier nights Verse III I don't need dice or the foot of a rabbit, for I don't need a lucky charm. When you know passion you reach out and grab it, you’ll feel the World can do no harm. The wine it flows; the band begins to play Her Sirens song is calling me She is content to dance the night away, But where she goes, is where I want to be Chorus III She casts her spell, I am walking on air, I'm as patient as Jobe, I feel stronger than Samson She strokes my face; and she says hush your mouth, you were lucky to find me on Bourbon Street. She set me free, I was living a lie; I was walking in chains, I was trapped in vacuum. She swept me up like wild hurricane when our eyes met that night down on Bourbon Street
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