White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead
Welcome to New Orleans, the City that Care Forgot - The Big Easy - and longer the days are that roll by the more easy the city gets along with its occupants lulling lazily along the streets while old man river whisps away the former memories of the land the city is built upon. It's a rough ride, that's for sure. The French Quarter, the oldest of the city - the Vieux Carre - lulls in its own rhythm in everything that we've ever known and its own party scene.
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