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 Lyrics as written by Lucinda Williams

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    General CommentI once dreamed of moving to Paris with an old BF. When I told him about it he replied, "Paris is in flames, baby". So I picked myself up and dusted myself off and decided, well, why don't we then simply move to french speaking cajun country? I thought of New Orleans but remembered that it was destroyed by that wicked rain "Hurricane Kat". And didn't Barbara (not Kate) Bush say that everyone is better off because of it? What a crazy old bat. Anyway, I then thought that he and I could take the bus to Baton Rouge. I had such a lovely dream of this life. It was like "heaven on earth" as they say. What happened to that dream? SAME EXACT thing as the person above me. Only I escaped at the last second with my scorched, shredded, spent NUB of a soul. I've decided no more dreaming in French. I'm gonna Viva La Vida.
    Victrolaon April 22, 2010   Link

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