Nola

Hablando de Nueva Orleáns, he recordado este hermoso homenaje de Dayna Kurtz a la ciudad:



new york is impossibly handsome
impossibly bright
but his hands are too busy
his shirts are too shiny and tight
on fridays he dances to metronomes
so he can keep counting
all night all night all night
every time that i see her
my heart ends up begging to stay
she’s been calling me to her
she tortures me every day
have you been on a joyride
say your best backslide
then rocked all night
till you’re trembling and sore?
just take me in your scented arms
new orleans i’m coming for more
oh, new orleans i’m coming for more
i know angels can lie
if it lightens your load
they’ll be stroking your cheek
but they’re speaking in code
they’ll take all your money
and then hit the road
and leave you broken and smiling
he has no use for me
he never looks in my eyes
been waking up cursing
it’s no way to live or to die
i’ve nothing of value to bring you
i come to you wasted and poor
please take me in your scented arms
new orleans i’m coming for more
oh, new orleans i’m coming for more
in the rush and the spin
in the flush of my sin
she’ll be rolling her eyes
while she beckons me in
please god, let me love truly
forgive every nation
and walk like a woman again
baby i love you
but baby i just have to go
i’ve got so much to learn
she’s got secrets i just have to know
i left my true love for you
oh just take everything
i’ll do what you want me to do
please take me in your scented arms
new orleans i’m coming for you
oh, new orleans i’m coming for you

Dayna Kurtz