Living Through the Flood Video (MV)

They drew the chalk line Dupre St, New Orleans
Sheriff said he'd seen it all before
He put us on this raft just trying to ignore
His passion holding his music for ransom
If you listen to the sounds of New Orleans, you can ask him

I've got the blood of a hero
He gave it to me when I was young
No matter how drowned my state, my strength has yet to fade
By playing a song that he should have sung
All this, a man gave to his son

My body has come to mirror my persona
I'm consuming everything that I can
The words fester my brain before they swell up my gut
Leaving empty spaces in my head
Where my long hair and bandana should have been

Growing up means you know the world is spinning backwards
All the music is made for the kids
I'd like to say this one goes out to the old man
We've been floating on his life raft since the flood
Barely learning how to swim with him in our blood

All this time on the river we've been fighting with ourselves
Sitting here thinking about myself sitting here
Not giving much attention to the vessel that he made
I owe the man the songs he could have played
I owe the man the songs he could have played