Louisiana, 2010


They built a platform, and they start to drill
They didn’t worry ’bout an oil spill
And if disaster comes, where does the oil go?
Millions of gallons in the Gulf of Mexico

We see the slick on top, but we don’t see beneath
See what it’s done to the fish, 

     what it’s done to the coral reef
The damage done may take us years to know
Millions of gallons in the Gulf of Mexico

Louisiana…. Louisiana….
You have had more than your share
You have had more than your share
Louisiana…. Louisiana….
You have had more than your share
You have had more than your share

The more we look around, the more it’s looking harsh
We’ll prob’ly lose the reef; prob’ly lose the marsh
We’ll see the shrimp die out; we’ll see the turtles go
Millions of gallons in the Gulf of Mexico

Give it a day or two, and it’ll hit the Keys
We’ll watch a wonderland, 

     we’ll see it brought to its knees
Disaster up on top, disaster down below

Millions of gallons in the Gulf of Mexico

Louisiana…. Louisiana….
You have had more than your share
You have had more than your share
Louisiana…. Louisiana….
You have had more than your share
You have had more than your share

People everywhere, are asking who to blame
Think we ought to look in the mirror; that will give us one name
A boundless appetite, makes the oil flow
Millions of gallons in the Gulf of Mexico

Louisiana…. Louisiana….
You have had more than your share
You have had more than your share
Louisiana…. Louisiana….
You have had more than your share
You have had more than your share

Now all I need is someone who can sing…

By request, for Fmagyar, who is one of the many who will see the devastation firsthand–diving under the slick to check coral transplants.

Comments

  1. says

    Thank you for requesting one–I had been intending to write one for days, but the magnitude of the situation was overwhelming. I could not think of a way that did not trivialize it. Randy Newman's song, though, was the perfect vehicle, so he gets most of the credit.

  2. says

    This poem is wonderful! And so true. Not enough people are saying it. Seriously. You kind of made my day. Thank you.-Laurel Angelica

  3. says

    Gale–It was loosely written to the tune of Randy Newman's song (the video in the post), but if you are a tunesmith and would like to try something out, be my guest!

  4. says

    Gale–Serves me right for commenting before watching your video! Beautiful song, beautiful voice! I'd love to see what you might do to my little verse.

  5. says

    Duh! Of course I should have realized it was patterned after the Randy Newman song! But if you don't mind my taking a few liberties with the chorus, it could become something new and different. How would you feel about a little collaborative effort? I don't want to intrude on your creative process!

  6. says

    Gale–I've been listening to your music; feel free to do whatever you wish! This is not intrusion, this is a welcome symbiosis.

  7. says

    Cuttlefish… ideas starting to percolate… email me directly at gale at galemead.com to take it from here

  8. says

    Wow, y'know I'm new here, but it doesn't take long to figure out that this DM character is something of an asshole. What does DM stand for, anyway? Dung Muncher?

  9. says

    I like this idea. I'll try and set it to the original music and post to soundcloud or youtube. When I first heard of the explosion, I felt horror and grief. I spent many hours of my childhood on the beaches of the Gulf Coast – the white sands of the Florida panhandle, the brown sands of the Texas beaches. I would walk around the estuaries, looking at crabs and birds, and the tiny creatures that live in the sand. The feelings of helplessness are too strong, I have stopped keeping up with the news. It hurts too much.I felt a similar sense of grief with Katrina, since I have a special place in my heart for the music of New Orleans.Your song has given voice to some of what I feel. Thank you – this is what poets are for. Perhaps now I can add my own voice to the growing chorus.

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