House of the Rising Sun

House of the Rising Sun
A surrealistic moment in time, looking at the new day as the sun is trying to push away the morning mist over the river, I am tripping my way back towards a more normal world when I passed this Hospedaje blasting the words of the song,
“House of the Rising Sun,” in Spanish.

I thought, somebody is watching me, there are always eyes…

The House of the Rising Sun
“And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.”



The House of the Rising Sun, a boom boom drinking house type establishment on the waters of Ucayali or Amazon River in Pucallpa, Peru.

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Pucallpa, Peru on Ucayali -Amazon River
Monday, June 9, 2008
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The sun is about two hours up over the boats unloading.



People waiting for boats, who knows for what, it is Sunday morning, the sun is rising, the people are looking around their world.



A boat out of water is a sad thing…



Buzzard waiting for fish and other scraps to be thrown their way.



I stumble away from the House of the Rising Sun, pass another convenient set up, a few tables of beer, a babe or two and rooms for 10 soles, about 3 U.S. dollars for as long as needed.



Her mother a nice lady, asked her daughter to go show me a room.



She says she is 22, I think she lies, this is a nice girl, not the other type, she is Angelina.

The House of the Rising Sun
“And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.”

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Lyrics to:

House Of The Rising Sun
By The Doors

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin' sun.

Well, I've got one foot on the platform.
the other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I'm one.

House Of The Rising Sun

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