b ox of rain .for this is a dream we dreamed long ago
g reatest story ever told
o nly the strange remain
b rown eyed woman
l eave the little girl alone
e nd of the road
s hip of fools
s tanding on the moon
a ttics of my life
l et me sing your blues away
b elieve it if you need to
e yes of the world
s carlet begonias
o nly to believe
n ot fade away
its been a
d uprees diamond blues
p romontory rider
r ock columbia
u gliest girl in the world
n ew speedway boogie
p rodigal town
i ts only music
n ortheast by north west
k eys to the rain
h elps on the way
i f i had the world to give
l ady simplicity
l ast flash of rock n roll
For me, I remember sitting up late one night as a teenager with a friend of mine (watching tracers and the shapes of smoke). We were listening to some radio and then popped a tape in that I had of American Beauty. Untill this point I wasn't sold on the Dead but, the lyrics to Ripple came around and I listened close. When Jerry sang "Let there be songs to fill the air" it all made sense, my moment of Zen. Thank God I remembered the next day.
"...see here how everything lead up to this day."
A life's philosophy in nine little words.
well, if I had to choose one lyric from one song:
"Hoot owl hoots"
cracking wise again...
too many grate lyrics to choose, the cool thing about dead lyrics, especially written by Hunter, they fit almost any mood you could possibly be in at any given time in any different emotional situation.
and this set of words, kind of sums up my feelings about lyrics better than I can in words:
"Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own"
especially the last line, that "sometimes the songs we hear are just songs of our own" this is the wonderful gift that Hunter gave us. songs for everyone, yet at the same time, songs for each of us. (does that make any sense?)
thank you rh.
Bye and bye again the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own
"Making it too, without love in the dream, it will never come true"
"Life may be sweeter for this, I don't know, See how it feels in the end, May Lady Lullaby sing plainly for you, Soft, strong, sweet and true"
"The people might know, but the people don't care, That a man can be as poor as me.
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain, Now let's come run and see, run and see"
This last one always made me think about how important it is to hang with family and friends always. Have a grateful day....all :)
...shall we go, you and I while we can...
A broken angel sings from a guitar...I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance....the storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice,his job is to shed light, not to master...and when you hear that song, come cryin' up the night, it seems like all this life was just a dream...when its done and over,a man is just a man...if the thunder don't get you, then the lightning will...be loose with the truth, baby it's you're fire,honey I hope you don't get burned...ladyfinger, dipped in moonlight,writing 'what for' across the morning sky...the bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began, there was cowboy Neal at the wheel of a bus to never neverland...Well, that kinda skims the surface for me!
....come to me and laid on me this drug!
It rainbowed fire around and 'round, then trembled and explode!
The Bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began.
There was Cowboy Neil at the wheel of a bus to never never land.
Goin' around, goin' in circles.......
Anthem of the Sun and the night I heard it, will be forever etched in my mind. I still get chills thinking about those moments, in the back seat of my cousin's '68 Camero doing Acapulco Gold bong hits out of his Tokemaster. It's pretty much been the 4th of July ever since, for me, in more than one way.
"Once in a while, you can get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right..."
Life is full of shiny little objects - you need to be looking for them to find them. An open mind will always find the way....
I'm 44 and my oldest kid is 17. In my mind, I still feel 17 (a mature 17, be it). Now I just have to convince my body of the same as I sit here with my swollen foot propped up on my desk. Life is too short, don't ever just sit back and watch it go by. We all get old before we know it.
So far, its been a nice dream.