Susan Cowsill
 

Crescent City Snow


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Written by Susan Cowsill
Additional lyrics and inspiration: Russ Broussard, Kelly Broussard, Joey Jason
CoCo Bunny Music; Bug Music, BMI

Our Thanks Go To:

New Orleans Musicians Relief Fund
New Orleans Musicians Clinic
Habitat for Humanity
Music Rising
Tipitina's Foundation
Hungry For Music
New Orleans Musicians Hurricane Relief Fund
Katrina's Piano Fund

Crescent City Snow is available on:

Hungry For Music's Holiday Feast 8 CD
Carrollton Station's Feeder Bands on the Run CD

 

Residents of the Big Easy were astonished to see snow falling steadily on Christmas Day 2004, the first Christmas snow in half a century and the first snowfall in 15 years in the city. Susan Cowsill, her husband Russ Broussard, and several members of their family took the streetcar to the French Quarter to experience the historical snowfall. "After waiting it out for a few hours, it finally began to snow. Big flakes, too! Not enough to stick on the ground, but plenty on the cars to use for snowball fights. It was an extraordinary day with incredible peace and amazing beauty," Russ remembered, Then, eight months later, the other extreme and polarity of that experience." The poignant "Crescent City Snow" combines all the emotions of those two events.

Susan Cowsill: acoustic guitar, tambourine, vocals
Russ Broussard: drums, percussion, chorus vocals
Chris Knotts: electric guitars
Rob Savoy: bass guitar and chorus vocals
Jonno Frischberg: viola, violin, button accordian
Nicolas Broussard: chorus vocals
Kelly Broussard: chorus vocals
Jeanne Vidrine: chorus vocals
Recorded at Dockside Studios, Maurice, LA
engineered by Steve Reynolds
mixed by Steve, Susan and Russ
EQ and mastering by John Fishbach at Piety Street, New Orleans, LA

I feel like a kite without a string
Only my tail to guide me
Just paper and sticks and tattered sheets
Waiting on a friendly wind

Hold all our memories in one hand
So tight that you won't let them go
And in the other hand we pray
That the wind and the panic and the rain
Will all turn to a
Soft and quiet snow

A long time ago when I was young
I used to know everything
And now it's today and I am sure
That I don't know anything at all

Hold all our memories in one hand
So tight that you won't let them go
And in the other hand we pray
That the wind and the panic and the rain
Will all turn to a
Soft and quiet, gentle peaceful snow

When the Saints come marchin' in
I'll be walking to New Orleans
Eating beignets at DuMonde'
Singing Joni at the Carrollton Station
Hanging out at Jackson Square
12 o'clock I'll meet you there
Down on Frenchmen with Big Chief
Trying to find a place to eat
Tailgatin' at the Dome
Man I can't wait to go home

Our precious hearts are all shattered
Scattered across the land
But I know that I am going back
To the place where I know who I am

Holding all our memories in one hand
So tight that you can't let them go
And in the other hand we pray
That the wind and the panic and the rain
Will all turn to a 
Soft and quiet, gentle peaceful, N-O-L-A, 
Crescent City Snow

3 a.m. at the Circle Bar
Where the hell did we park the car
6 a.m. at the Christmas Lounge
Man we got a hell of a town
A town where you grandma tells my grandma
While they are sitting by the fire
And we all go down to the Audobon Zoo
Where they all ax (ask) for you
And they say
Who Dat
Who Dat
Who Dat say dey (they) gonna beat dem (them) Saints
Who Dat
Who Dat
Who Dat say dey (they) gonna beat dem (them) Saints
Oh when the Saints come marchin' in

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