From the recording Ol' Coquille

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Recorded at Rabadash Studios, Mandeville, La.

Lauren Murphy ~ composer, vocals, acoustic guitar

Louis Michot ~ violin, accordion, bass, background vocals, triangle

Jonny Campos ~ pedal steel, tom/percussion

Lyba Murphy - background vocals, song art

Engineer Jimi Hudson
Mixing Engineer Molly Thomas Point Clear, Al.
Mastering Engineer Keylan Laxton Dauphin St. Sound, Mobile, Al.

This song is an ode to the spirit of old Madisonville. We are the oldest settlement in St. Tammany Parish and where the Pony Express ends. We are 900 souls of all backgrounds and we are surrounded by Bayou Dezaire', the Tchefuncte River, and Lake Pontchartrain. The marshes of Coquille' (the name when our town was founded by French fur trappers) boasts some of the most beautifully dramatic ecosystems in the state. While we are a resilient people, our coastlines and Historic buildings are fragile, including our Lighthouse, one of the few remaining original in the Louisiana. My hopes is this song will bring attention not only to our town for tourism, but moreover highlight the need to preserve our history and culture, especially our Lighthouse.

On a personal note, this is the first song I wrote after coming out of losing my writing partner and band member, as well as a long health battle with post covid complications. The marshes and town helped heal my mind body and spirit, and this is what came out. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Lyrics

It's just an old melting pot.
A cast iron concoction of immigrants
Pontchartrain's northern Choctaw town
Man, you shoulda' seen it before the mills shut down

Now there's only a few buildable lots
Just inland from those luxury lots
But behind my house is a rusted shack
Where the marsh strays caterwaul calling me back

Home
Where the river sings my song
The Osprey flys hight, the Paper Moon resides
Over Madisonville...... Take me home Ol' Coquille

I live in the Mill house uptown
She used to get swamped, but she's raised up now
And that ol' swing bridge sure pisses e'm off
But when I cross , it's no mirage
I'm.......

Home
Where the river sings my song
The Osprey flys hight, the Paper Moon resides
Over Madisonville....

Cypress and Loblolly
Homecookin on the breeze
Every color of green
And the swooping of wings
Where the river meets the brackish sea
And the Lighthouse beckons me

Ma Maison
La Riviere' Ma Chanson
Le Osprey avec La Lune un papier sur Madisonville

Home.....
Where the river sings my song
The Osprey flys high, the paper moon resides
Over Madisonville....
Take me home Ol' Coquille....... Take me home Ol' Coquille..... Take me home Ol' Coquille
Ma Maison a la Coquille