Storyville Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

As the night gets low the lights are turning red
Somebody’s gonna take a stroll tonight
Darkness and danger everywhere
Seems somebody’s gonna start a fight
When you’re roaming through burlesque streets
Gotta keep a switchblade hid inside
This is where they search for meat
Where your metal is tested and tried
Prepare to fight prepare to kill, there’s more than lust in Storyville
Be careful what you look for, seekin’ your thrill
In the red lights of Storyville
You’ve come lookin for some love distraction
Lust was boiling to the brim
Now you don’t know where to turn
Gone and got lost in Storyville
Came lookin for the honey
But now you’re stung by bees
You only had a little taste
Now you’re quaking on your knees
Prepare to fight prepare to kill, there’s more than lust in Storyville
Be careful what you look for, seekin’ your thrill
In the red lights of Storyville
She promised she’d give you heaven
Once you promised not to tell
But then you took a step too far
She led you into hell
Prepare to fight prepare to kill, there’s more than lust in Storyville
Be careful what you look for, seekin’ your thrill
In the red lights of Storyville