“Flood Damage”
(A. Pascoe, S. Kelly)

(Speaking while shuffling through audio cassette tapes)

I know it’s here somewhere. I know I’m not crazy, man. I- this was here the whole time. Alright. I think this is it. Yeah…this is it. …Cool.

(Dusts off tape. Inserts tape into tape player and presses play. )

Woman Talking:
My child, you may not understand these words that I’m reading to you…(tape fast forwards) understand as you get older. …(tape fast forwards)

John 4:7-14

…Woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” …(tape fast forwards) “If you knew the gift God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” …(tape fast forwards) Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well? …(tape fast forwards) But whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (tape player stops)


Chorus

I flow like water on your tape recorder
Style out of order fo sho’
You can just peep my aura
I’m causin’ flood damage
I wonder can you manage
I’m on a warpath
Can you feel my wrath?


I flow like water on your tape recorder
Malfunction out of order
You can just see my aura
I can flow or crash
It doesn’t matter
Who or whatever is in my path
I will get the last laugh (ha!)



Verse 1

(Let me explain what I’m see to you, man)

Yo you ever had a bad dream that looked like a scary movie?
And felt so real that you believed truly?
Flooded with nonsense my subconscious
Is what I tell my self
Even though I can’t stop it
Reoccurring themes, dark scenes, devastation
Ever lose your mind?
Bet you’ll find desperation
There I am
Standing on the land my Grand built up with his bare minds
I recall
Or so I thought
Damn I lost drowning in my thoughts
Well, I just can’t accept it
This is not New Orleans
I’m just waiting for the morning to come…
But I feel like I’m not the only one

Chorus

I flow like liquid
My sh… wicked
Fo sho
I will make you sick kid
Perspiration, condensation, precipitation
For short
Just call me water

I flow like water on your tape recorder
Style out of order fo sho’
You can just peep my aura
I’m causin’ flood damage
I wonder can you manage
I’m on a warpath
Can you feel my wrath?


Verse 2

Can you imagine walking down Delery in a daze?
Amazed, that you decided to stay
Knowing that you never had a choice anyway
And after this day things will never be the same
Grandmama sayin’ grab the Bible let us pray
Her voice was drowned out by the winds and the rain
Can’t help thinkin’
God ain’t listenin’
If so, then sh… would’ve been different
Prayer ain’t gon’ fix this
But she insisted
I bowed my head knowing exactly why she did it
All her life, she been singin’ “Wade in the Water”
In a way, she’s always been scared of the water
In a place where you truly can’t escape from the water
Life as we knew it gave way to the water
Clothes soaking wet
Explosions nearly scared us to death
I guess that means we still alive
I just ain’t wake up yet

Chorus

I flow like water on your tape recorder
Style out of order fo sho’
You can just peep my aura
I’m causin’ flood damage
I wonder can you manage
I’m on a warpath
Can you feel my wrath?

I flow like liquid
My sh… wicked
Fo sho’
I will make you sick kid
Perspiration, condensation, precipitation
For short
Just call me water

I flow like water on your tape recorder
Malfunction out of order
You can just see my aura
I can flow or crash
It doesn’t matter
Who or whatever is in my path
I will get the last laugh (ha!)

Verse 3

First on the scene
Loud screams when I arrived
Tears in my eyes
Can’t believe the water’s on fire
But never mind- why would irony apply?
When reality is void, then confusion will thrive
Let it fly
My last straw gently it glides
Through the black waves suspending my boat
I got a hard time remember hope
Mechanisms once used to cope they all broke
Now I feel tugs at the end of my rope
It’s pulling me-
To a place I never wanna go
Facing my fears, back at the dome
On her way home
She left me with words to live by
Make the most of your time, don’t forget the Lower 9
They say it’s year five since grandmamma died
If that’s true the flood’s done damage to my mind
That explains why I’m hearing attempting to save
People off dead than to go on playin’
In this game
When the sh… was rigged from the get go
I feel as though
That it’s best to just let go
I’m done caring about broken promises
Cuz’ D.C. and BP won’t acknowledge us-
When I cup my hands full of oil and water and drink
I’m reclaiming all I lost back when life made sense
Convention teaches us that this is suicide
But maybe this time I’ll finally open up my eyes