I had to go back to that house one more time
To see if the camellias were in bloom
For so many reasons its been on my mind
The house on Belmont Avenue

Built up on cinder blocks off the ground
What with the rain and the soft swampy land
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
Were switches when we were bad

I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge

All the front rooms were kept closed off
I never liked to go in there much
Sometimes the doors they'd be locked 'cause
There were precious things that I couldn't touch

The company couch covered in plastic
Little books about being sved
The dining room table nobody ate at
The piano nobody played


There was this beautiful lamp I always loved
A seashore was painted on the shade
It would turn around when you switched on the bulb
And gently rock the waves

The driveway was covered with
Tiny white seashells
A fig tree stood in the backyard
There are other things I remember as well
But to tell them would just be too hard

Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life
Follow me wherever I go
I'll never be free from these chains inside
Hide deep deep down in my soul


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"Bus to Baton Rouge" as written by Lucinda Williams

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    General CommentI love this song , too. My favorite version is from Essence. It is incredibly sad, but so beautiful. I won't be able to comment about it in any elegant or eloquent way (in fact, I'm sure I'll butcher what I'd like to say) but, I'll try explaining what the song means to me.

    I took a bus to my soul, too. But, I got onto the bus and there was THE most attractive man sitting in a seat by himself. We smiled at each other for what seemed like a very long time and then I had to break eye contact. I was afraid that I was going to melt on the floor of that dirty old bus. I took a quick look around the bus. It was getting kind of crowded, but there still were other seats available. I looked back at the beautiful man and tapped him on the shoulder. I asked him if I could sit with him and he couldn't have been nicer. He scooted over a bit and I took my place next to him.

    There we sat on the way to our souls, side by side. It was sooooooo lovely sharing the seat with that man. We made small talk, yes. We made polite eye contact, too. But I also felt the heat of his body next to mine. I'd notice tiny details about him. I knew from the bits of chatter that we shared that he was a kind, thoughtful, generous and loving person. We both didn't want to interrupt the quiet people around us, so we decided to take out a notebook (made of paper) and write to each other. You have no idea how much we discovered, while sitting next to each other, on this ride to our souls.

    So when we arrived at the destination we walked, holding hands, to a house. It had the fig tree in the back yard and the driveway with the tiny white seashells. It even had that magical lamp with the seashore painted on the shade! The camellias were in full bloom and gorgeous. We unlocked all of the doors that had previously been closed off. We opened all of the windows to let in the cool breeze. We ripped the plastic right off that couch and gave it a workout. We both learned how to play the piano (at least we tried) and we had lovely, long dinners at the dining room table. We even bought books that weren't about "being saved" and we read them. We had the most glorious life in that house.

    The morning after the first night we spent together in that house, we went right out and bought a huge vase for the honeysuckle.
    scarletmagnoliaon August 14, 2009   Link

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