Last Sunday I was browsing through stuff at a used cd store that I had just discovered and I found a Sting cd, Bring On the Night - I had the tape years ago, never played a tape more, over and over and over again - long ago worn out, I never knew it was on cd.
So I bought it and what a rush to hear it again after all these years - one of my all time favorite songs was on Sting's Dream of Blue Turtles cd - Moon over Bourbon Street - originally inspired by Anne Rice's works - and here it is, Shrove Tuesday, partying down on Bourbon Street, and next Friday the 22nd "Queen of the Damned" one of my favorite Anne Rice books is opening, and it was such a kick to hear this song tonight -- There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She's innocent and young from a family of means I have stood many times outside her window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight How could I be this way when I pray to God above I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
