Grateful Dead Hour no. 762
By David Gans
Week of April 28, 2003
By request, first of four Grateful Dead Hours presenting the complete GD concert of April 3, 1990 in Atlanta. Enjoy!
Grateful Dead 4/3/90 The Omni, Atlanta
HELL IN A BUCKET
WE CAN RUN
WHEN I PAINT MY MASTERPIECE
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- David Gans
An August 8th We Can Run in the Year 2013
from an excellent chunk of music it roams
into a Masterpiece from a April 3rd in the
Year 1990; a best early year and worst end
of the Year in 1990. Kinda like the 8th of
August to the 9th. Hmmm, dates and times...
something I won't miss; along with a list
of lists that would top all lists of things
I just won't miss. Others I miss will be
missed til I don't have to miss them anymore.
Thanks for the special memories you always
bring with your fantastic shows! I am rockin'
and this is my 7th spin.
Lovelight to you and yours and all out there
dropping dates that are like June 12th or
August 9th or December 26th...
We Can Run
Lyrics By: John Barlow
Music By: Brent Mydland
We don't own this place though we act as if we did
It belongs to the children of our children's kids
The actual owners haven't even been born yet
But we never tend the garden and we rarely pay the rent
Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit
We can run but we can't hide from it
Of all possible worlds we only got one, we gotta ride on it
Whatever we've done we'll never get far from what we leave behind
Baby we can run, run, run but we can't hide
Well I'm dumping my trash in your back yard
Making certain you don't notice really isn't so hard
You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them
Well it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor
We've got everyone believing that more is more
If a reckoning comes maybe we'll know what to do then
All these complications seem to leave no choice
I heard the tongues of billions speak with just one voice
Saying just leave all the rest to me, I need it worse than you, you see
Then I heard the sound of one child crying
Today I went out walking in the amber wind
There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in
I remember the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine
But now it beats down on the ashphalt land
Like hammering blow from God's left hand
What little still grows
Cringes in the shade till the night-time
This is my first opportunity returning to what was my first Grateful Dead concert! Much too late getting on the bus, for sure--but so glad I made it.
Thanks for sending out these musical treasures for us all, as you have for so many years--it's much appreciated by this guy from GA! Oh, look--I think I just found my same seat from that April night in 1990...but, that's odd; The Omni was imploded in 1997 ?! Guess ya' just gotta' poke around =) > Ahh, we never really used those seats for very long anyway. Lots of dancing; great energy, w/ a loving crowd who thoroughly enjoyed the band that night.