Lyrics, Credits & Song Story

Mark Adam Miller
"Foundation Remains"

(Deadeye Dick)

Lyrics

Great granddad's pocket watch
Great grandmother's music box
Have all been washed away

I'm standing on a block
Of concrete in a swamp
Fighting off the pain of my sweet memories

There's nothing left here
Swept clean, it's all clear
Nobody had the chance to stay
Once the wind and the rain began
Everybody found a neighbor's hand
Though our homes are gone
Our foundation remains

The air is thick without a sound
I see miles of barren ground
Just my thoughts get in the way

That house was Justine Thibodeaux's
I kissed her at the rodeo
Now I'm swimming in a wave of bittersweet memories

There's nothing left here
Swept clean, it's all clear
Nobody had the chance to stay
Once the wind and the rain began
Everybody found a neighbor's hand
Though our homes are gone
Our foundation remains

I've learned eight generations of my family
Living on this concrete slab staring back at me

Now where you gonna land
Brother you know you've got your neighbor's hand
Though our homes are gone
Our foundation remains
Our souls, our hope,
Our foundation remains

 

Credits

Mark Adam Miller: Vocals and guitar and keyboards

Written, Produced, Performed by Mark Adam Miller
© 2006 6 String Productions

Green Acres and Ham Studio - Covington, LA
www.myspace.com/markadammusic
markadammusic@yahoo.com

 

Story

I am 7th generation Cameron Parish bloodline. My Father, Mother, and I drove down after the hurricane to inspect property that has been in my family for as many generations. What we saw was utter and total devastation. A small handful of structures remained standing. Nothing else in the parish survived.

As we drove the main road through Creole, Louisiana, my father spoke awestruck as I listened. Nothing but concrete slab foundations could be seen. Most of the trees were gone. As we passed each concrete slab, my father would tell me who once lived there - who lived there before that, and before that, and how they were related to me. Endless stories, endless destruction. My father's trip down his childhood lane would never be the same, nor would my understanding and insight into my father's boyhood days.

This song is for the wonderful people of Cameron Parish. In their blood, sweat, and loyalty lives a deep history of our country and community, and an unwavering foundation of goodness. My blood is their blood.



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