I want to hop a freight train,
tear myself from clean sheets and hardwood floors
like a pit from a peach,
and spend every night, the rails my lovers,
beneath a ceiling of stars.
(Source: black-eyedsusans)
I want to hop a freight train,
tear myself from clean sheets and hardwood floors
like a pit from a peach,
and spend every night, the rails my lovers,
beneath a ceiling of stars.
(Source: black-eyedsusans)
“The Band Courtbouillon”, Wayne Toups, Steve Riley, Wilson Savoy
Well deserved
Every year, I’d hear a familiar song. It would be played by bands at the local festival - a festival to celebrate our history and culture. For the majority of my life, it was simply a Cajun song.
Then, I started listening to the Beatles and realized that the song I’ve known my entire life isn’t by a Cajun band from south Louisiana….
It’s Oh! Darling by the Beatles.