Philip Melancon - Living In The Lower Garden District lyrics

(Spoken) Ah, this next song I just figured was necessary after the Utne reader made the Lower Garden District, the hippest neighborhood in all of North America. So, ah, here's a tribute to this wonderful neighborhood. (Sung) Shuffling to a coffee house on Magazine Anxious as a addict for a shot of caffeine Feeling the romance of forgotten lore Filling my shoes with Terpsichore Listening to Nat Cole on BYU A last call in The Bayou Room Breathing in the world of the artistic Living like a king in the Lower Garden District Chanting sacred poetry at St. Alphonsus Palmic echoing a thousand responses Redeeming graces for Redemptorist Or Trinity's for the more serious Where real estate doesn't come cheep Where Clio's roots dig deep. Blessing for the stout and the chic Living like kings in the Lower Garden District Calliope's parading her raffish crew Wandering up and down the Avenue Jackson and Lee knew the comedy Failures spun from among her devotees They also knew of Melpomene For history is born of tragedy, And so to the well-heeled derelicts Living like kings in the Lower Garden District.