Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimming in the sea.
Oh they look like sisters in the ocean.
The boy will fill his pail with salty water.
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans.
The sun shines on Biloxi.
The air is filled with vapors from the sea
And the boy will dig a pool beside the ocean.
He sees creatures from a dream under the water.
And the sun will set from off towards New Orleans.
The stars can see Biloxi.
The stars can find their faces in the sea.
And we are walking in the evening by the ocean.
We are splashing naked in the water.
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans.
-Jesse Winchester © 1970 Hot Kitchen Music
The original air of wistful longing was due to the fact that Winchester, a Southerner (Tennessee, actually) was living in Canada at the time, avoiding the draft. The current air of wistful longing you know about, although you may be unaware that Biloxi still has no FEMA office, although there is one within driving distance assuming Katrina spared your car, assuming you had one to begin with. When it comes to a disaster, give me a mayor who'll shout obscenities on the radio over a governor who'll show up to smile at photo ops and let his name get brutted about as a possible Presidential candidate, any day. No matter what else I think about Ray Nagin.