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One of the songs played in 1965-66 by the Dead but then dropped from their repertoire.

Bob Weir described the writing of the song in an interview: "Well, we wrote all the music and Jerry wrote the lyrics. Jerry excused himself for a moment and went off. He came back with a couple of verses and we put together a chorus."

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Lyrics By
Grateful Dead
Music By
Jerry Garcia
Lyrics

I'm flying down deserted streets
Wrapped in mother's winding sheets
Asbestos boots on flaming feet
Dreaming of forbidden treats
When uniforms on nighttime beats
Ask me where I'm going and what I eat
I answer them with a voice so sweet

I can't come down, it's plain to see
I can't come down, I've been set free
Who you are and what you do don't make no difference to me

Well someone trying to tell me where it's at
And how I do this and why I do that
With secret smiles like a Cheshire cat
And leather wings like a vampire bat
I fly away to my cold water flat
And eat my way through a bowl of fat
And I say to the man with the funny hat

They say I've begun to lose my grip
My hold on reality is starting to slip
They tell me to get off this trip
They say that it's like a sinking ship
Life's sweet wine's too warm to sip
And if I drink I'll surely flip
I just say as I take a nip

So as I dream of forgotten seas
And granite halls and redwood trees
And of the eye that only sees
Endless mirrors and infinite me's
About the winter's coming freeze
This afterthought I say with ease
To all of you who made your pleas

  • Can't Come Down
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    I'm flying down deserted streets
    Wrapped in mother's winding sheets
    Asbestos boots on flaming feet
    Dreaming of forbidden treats
    When uniforms on nighttime beats
    Ask me where I'm going and what I eat
    I answer them with a voice so sweet

    I can't come down, it's plain to see
    I can't come down, I've been set free
    Who you are and what you do don't make no difference to me

    Well someone trying to tell me where it's at
    And how I do this and why I do that
    With secret smiles like a Cheshire cat
    And leather wings like a vampire bat
    I fly away to my cold water flat
    And eat my way through a bowl of fat
    And I say to the man with the funny hat

    They say I've begun to lose my grip
    My hold on reality is starting to slip
    They tell me to get off this trip
    They say that it's like a sinking ship
    Life's sweet wine's too warm to sip
    And if I drink I'll surely flip
    I just say as I take a nip

    So as I dream of forgotten seas
    And granite halls and redwood trees
    And of the eye that only sees
    Endless mirrors and infinite me's
    About the winter's coming freeze
    This afterthought I say with ease
    To all of you who made your pleas

    One of the songs played in 1965-66 by the Dead but then dropped from their repertoire.

    Bob Weir described the writing of the song in an interview: "Well, we wrote all the music and Jerry wrote the lyrics. Jerry excused himself for a moment and went off. He came back with a couple of verses and we put together a chorus."

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