Jackomo fe no nan e'

My friend lost everything in Katrina.
I was reminded of that today.
She has nothing left of it
No pictures, No letters, No objects
She has nothing left
But the memories
And it makes me wonder
I have pictures
and I have letters
and I have things I bought from the stores
And yet they mean so little
compaired to the memories.

And its like that everywhere for me.
If he sends a picture.
If she sends a letter.
If they send a present.
They dont hold a candle to the Memories.
A picture of a friend and i covered in beads
means nothing next to the thought of
dancing bare foot in the streets of Mardi Gras to Iko Iko.

I think thats why i'm still her best friend
I think thats why i'm still crazy about him
I think thats why i still want to run away with her
I think its all because its how i remember them.
I'm so scared that will all change
And i wont remember a thing
And all i'll have left is those semi-meaningless things
That dont represent a fraction of the real thing.