Grateful Dead
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?
CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you'll buy your pint cup !
and surely I'll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
You must have sat with him
For those who've sat with him
Have that same
Look in their eyes
For the rest of their lives
Nobody else knows
Is it a good look
Or just plain loco
But you're such
A happy bunch
And so happy to serve
To serve the need
Of those around you
We hope it's good for you
Because you make it
So good for us
To live and grow.
You point at the moon
I look at your finger
You open the door
I bring all my friends to party
You don't know what to do
You are tearing out your hair
You hold the pebbles out
For me to grasp
I spit in your hand
Grasshopper, who taught you
How to act this way
Carry water carry hay
What are you teaching me
Anyway? I want to be a
Warrior not a farmer
Ow Ow Ow Okay!
What is everywhere
Cannot be put inside
Somewhere
The right idea cannot be
Contained within a timezone
The engines are running
There's lots of
Pushing and shoving
And not enough loving
It must be Christmas time
Everywhere will not be
Found anywhere
Love cannot be contained
Within a time zone
Beyond, beyond,
Above and beyond.
What if the Sun had phases like the Moon?
Would an early waning gibbous be like an August afternoon?
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
Now that you know who you are.
What do you want to be?
And have you traveled very far?
Far as the eyes can see
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
How often have you been there?
Often enough to know
What did you see when you were there?
Nothing that doesn't show
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo
What a thing to do
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
Tuned to a natural E
Happy to be that way
Now that you've found another key
What are you going to play?
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo
What a thing to do
Baby, baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby, baby you're a rich man too (fade out)
soft honey feathers
maple flame
and gently sink again
Miles flickers in languid float
pillow soak
pink coils in whiskey coat
fingers in fur til infinity ends
Always advance advice alluringly
Beware becoming boredom's beholder
Contemplate clams cartwheeling carelessly
Dispense dandelions dancing defiantly
Eliminate envy eventually
Facilitate frogs fleeing fricasseeing
Gift genuinely gaudy garlands
Help honor holy homelessness
Improvise inhaling invisible ink
Judge Judy Jetson judiciously
Keep knowledge's knowing karmic
Let luminous lemmings lead
Make municipal munificence mandatory
Never nurture neo-nastiness
Observe other odd opinions
Plant perennial pleasure patches
Question quirky quantum qualities
Resist reacting really rashly
Soul suicide saves society
Take time to think
Use understanding until untroubled
Volunteer volatility's vigorous vibrations
Wander wherever wilderness withers
Xenophobically x-ray Xmas xylophones
Yearn your yonder years
Zig zag zany zeitgeist
You can't depend on your family
You can't depend on your friends
You can't depend on a beginning
You can't depend on an end
You can't depend on intelligence
You can't depend on a god
You can only depend on one thing
You need a Busload of Faith to get by
You can depend on the worst always happening
You can depend on a murderer's drive
You can bet that if he rapes somebody
there'll be no problem having a child
And you can bet that if she aborts it
Pro-Lifers will attack her with rage
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a Busload of Faith to get by
You can't depend on the goodly hearted
The goodly hearted made lampshades and soap
You can't depend on the Sacrament
no Father, no Holy Ghost
You can't depend on any churches
unless there's a real estate you want to buy
You can't depend on the air
You can't depend on a wise man
You can't find them because they're not there
You can depend on cruelty
crudity of thought and sound
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a Busload of Faith to get by
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Locations
Headed to Mags for a
cup of brown
Down by the tracks
The crap treatment place
End of town.
Down to the lake to
Feed the ducks
With leftover waffles
and other stuff.
And to mayhaps
Enjoy a bit of the green
Mountains of which
I so love.
Over to the boathouse
to fancy me a salty skipper
Plying the waves
In all sorts of storms
In all kinds of weather
Now I stroll the sidewalks
Waiting to go into the show
where we can let it flow