GENRES: TRIPHOP, ELECTRO-FOLK Homemade loops, cut & paste percussive noise create a tense groove and the lyrics tell the story.

Hurricane Katrina wiped the smile off the public face of New Orleans. There were no happy black folks playing jazz while the city was destroyed. The politics of cronyism, incompetence and racism proved to be more lethal than the hurricane itself. Duck, Br

DUCK
©2007 Polar Levine -- Sine Language Music/BMI

Weasel droppings on the flooded skyline
Gassy foam from the tabloid byline
Waiters and getters Goiters and betters
Corporate bedwetters, aiders, abetters
Spin their story of Storyville City
Where the folks is happy
And the jazz so pretty
America dreams on an oily lake
Golden goose-step for Jesus' sake
Department of sleepwalk
And binary small talk
Cakewalk on water to attend the wake

Notable notables keeping score
Donut holes on the ballroom floor
K Street paid to handle the door
for the donut holes on the ballroom floor

You don't hear what you say
You don't say what you know
You beg for my vote like a crackhead ho
Bullshit flow goes only to flip flop
But you don't live
Where the rust goes drip drop
Streets you deplete
Are not where your kids go
We follow the leaders
You follow the dough

CHORUS: If it quacks like a duck
Walks like a duck
Looks like a duck
It must be a hunter
Duck, brother, duck

Spyboy hanging up top the mast
Gettin' heavy on the levee but relief not fast
Play some of that good ol' jazz
(Yeah, play dat jazz)
For that gang of Texans
marching back to the past
And livin' large, Sarge
And not takin' charge, Sarge
Of the Mardi Gras on the sinking barge
Root toot goes the second line
Drinkin' wine spodee odee
On the 50 yard line
A fine job, Brownie just fine
Blackie on the housetop, watchin'
his family dyin'
Smells like death, yo. Yo, hold your breath
Excuses flyin' like crystal meth

Notable notables keeping score
Donut holes on the ballroom floor
K Street paid to handle the door
for the donut holes on the ballroom floor

You don't hear what you say
You don't say what you know
You beg for my vote like a crackhead ho
Bullshit flow goes only to flip flop
But you don't live
Where the rust goes drip drop
Streets you deplete
Are not where your kids go
We follow the leaders
You follow the dough

CHORUS: If it quacks like a duck
Walks like a duck
Looks like a duck
It must be a hunter
Duck, brother, duck