The closest I've ever come to New Orleans is eating a box of Zatarains topless, covered in beads, drunk off of Southern Comfort in my apartment. I'm hopeful that when I finally arrive in the Big Easy, this song will be playing and I will be greeted by all the locals with an impressive display of "jazz hands". The heavy flavor of ragtime mixed with punk and reggae undertones makes this song the plastic baby in the king cake from 'Keep it Going' released in 2007.
"So take me out give me your energy
From the inside and just break me down
Wake me up and take my memory
It's mutiny all around these tired bones I'm coming home"
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