Grateful Dead
acupuncture the hidden eye. shinto soak from darkened stone. seed ghostly beautiful fire. sink cluster mirrors. a wondered speckled karma. spirit spiral. sun initiation in stoned sunshine. soma shaker dead seashore tree. fire tongues the glimmer mount. fly into thunder and drip the bell immanence. who found the lost rose in summer's turn on? flicker night flicker, parched throat the communal balance, remembered humidity for the childhood steep. they are still there.
reverberate that sensual cave.
You came yelling after me
"I thought you were dead!"
No, very much alive, instead
"Did you have a good NYE?"
NO, was all you said
You are a bigger man
Then the rest of us
They couldn't break you
So they drugged you
Right out of your head
Willy Lee Willard
You are my friend
Forever we walk
Through the roses
So red
All there is
can become...
All that will be a memory
when All there is
becomes
All that is now new.
Then
All there is-is a
acme to what
was.
Check mail
Pay bills
Go to store
Get food
Walk around
Breathe air
Try to smile
Act like I care
Clean up
Sit down
Get up
Look around
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
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.
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