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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions, Are they lost or are they found, have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon? There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. I had a woman down in Alabama, She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic, She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out, You could die down here, be just another accident statistic." There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. All that foreign oil controlling American soil, Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed. Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings, Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more, You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin' In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave, Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters, Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency, All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it. They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions, They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it, I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets, There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, They wait for you. And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin' from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. Now all my fathers, they've gone down True love they've been without it. But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it. Well, I return to the Queen of Spades And talk with my chambermaid. She knows that I'm not afraid To look at her. She is good to me And there's nothing she doesn't see. She knows where I'd like to be But it doesn't matter. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit, He spoke to me, I took his flute. No, I wasn't very cute to him, Was I? But I did it, though, because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I . . . I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you. |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
You may be an ambassador to England or France, You may like to gamble, you might like to dance, You may be the heavyweight champion of the world, You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage, You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage, You may be a business man or some high degree thief, They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk, You may be the head of some big TV network, You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame, You may be living in another country under another name But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a construction worker working on a home, You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome, You might own guns and you might even own tanks, You might be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride, You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side, You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair, You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk, Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk, You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread, You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy, You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy, You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray, You may call me anything but no matter what you say You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody. Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you And the smell of their roses does not remain And all of your children start to resent you Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And you're sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When all of your advisers heave their plastic At your feet to convince you of your pain Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? |
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from Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead - Dylan & The Dead (1999)
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because." Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at. When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof. He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners. They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs. The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim, "Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame." But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men. It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again." Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with. "What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met "Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly what you get." He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike. His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand. When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great. He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine." Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, Why did they have to come and blow you away? It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one." Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe, Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe." One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork. He pushed the table over to protect his family Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save. The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born. And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
It must be getting early, clocks are running late
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains, I don't care 'cause it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive I see you've got your list out, say your peace and get out Guess I get the gist of it, but it's alright Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say Every silver lining's got a touch of grey I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive It's a lesson to me The Ables and the Bakers and the C's The ABC's we all must face Try to keep a little grace It's a lesson to me The Deltas and the East and the Freeze The ABC's we all think of And try to wean a little love I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive The shoe is on the hand it fits, there's really nothing much to it Whistle through your teeth and spit 'cause it's alright Oh well, a touch of grey kinda suits you anyway And that was all I had to say and it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker
And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her" Seemed like the least I could do Cause when he's chargin' his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls You will think me by contrast quite proper Never mind how I stumble and fall You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Aw you're a sweet little softcore pretender Somehow, baby got hard as it gets With your black leather chrome spiked suspenders And your chair and your whip and your pets Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great And we know how you love your ovations To the Z-rated scenes you create (Z-rated scenes you create) You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Yeah! Least I'll enjoy the ride You analyze me, attempt to despise me, you laugh When I stumble and fall There may come a day I will dance on your grave If unable to dance I will crawl across it Unable to dance I will crawl Unable to dance I'll crawl You must really consider the circus It just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely Cause I wouldn't know where to begin Well I know you will think of me only When the snakes come marching in When the snakes come marching in You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride Least I'm enjoying the ride |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry? Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye With shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass String barbed wire at your feet, that do not let you pass When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed? Phantom in the closet, scratching at the door Believe it's the mystery killer that you saw on channel four When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose Twist their arms around you, snap you till you cry Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you 'til you die When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do I don't want to buy it I just want to rent it for a minute or two I met an old mistake walking down the street today I met an old mistake walking down the street today I didn't want to be mean about it I couldn't think of one good thing to say. West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red light on the highway, little green light on the freeway. Got a steady job moving items for the mob Got a steady job moving items for the mob Know the pay's pathetic It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red light on the highway, little green light on the freeway. I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know Lord, just how far to go. West L.A. fadeaway, here's one chance you say. She tries to live by the Golden Rule. Said you treat other people right, Other people probably treat you cool. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile,
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile. Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made, But I wish I had a dollar for each time we've both been down this grade. And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll. The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow. And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control, She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat. She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine. She wasn't built to travel at speed or through mud slides. These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll. The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back. Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet, I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet. And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll. The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control, She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. Oh, oh I want to go down slow. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, Brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for you and me A peaceful place or so it looks from space [A] closer look reveals the human race Full of hope, full of grace is the human face But afraid we may lay our home to waste There's a fear down here we can't forget Hasn't got a name just yet Always awake, always around Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime falls And again the hunt begins, and again the bloodwind calls By and by again, the morning sun will rise [But] the darkness never goes from some mens eyes (oh no) It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets It's taking turf, dividing up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat It's you and me, You and me Flashblade in ghetto night Rudies looking for a fight Rat cat alley roll them bones Need that cash to feed that jones And the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Commissars and pin-striped bosses roll the dice Any way they fall, guess who gets to pay the price Money green, the proletarian gray Selling guns instead of food today So the kids they dance, they shake their bones While the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink History's page will be neatly carved in stone The future's here ? we are it ? we are on our own (on our own, on our own! On our own!) If the game is lost then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame We will leave this place an empty stone Oh that shinning ball We can call our home So the kids they dance, they shake their bones While the politicians are throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Shooting powders back and forth Singing black goes south while white comes north And the whole world full of petty wars Singing "I got mine and you got yours" And the current fashions set the pace Lose your step, fall out of grace And the radical, he rant and rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page!" And the rich man in his summer home, Singing "just leave well enough alone!" But his pants are down, his cover's blown And the politicians throwing stones So the kids they dance they shake their bones Cause its all too clear were on our own Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free It's dizzying, the possibilities Ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own. |
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from Grateful Dead - Truckin' Up To Buffalo, July 4, 1989 (2005)
I had a hard run
Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore |
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from Grateful Dead - Truckin' Up To Buffalo, July 4, 1989 (2005)
Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out of the cold. His brain was boiling, his reason was spent Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent I asked him for mercy, He gave he gave me a gun. Now and again these things just got to be done. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor Said "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door." Moses stood up a full six foot ten Said "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in." Ask him for water, he poured me some wine We finished the bottle and broke into mine. You get what you come for, ya ready to go Well, it's one in ten thousand that come for the show. Abraham and Isaac diggin' on a well Mama came quick with the water witch spell Well cool clear water well you can't ever tell. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
32 teeth in a jawbone, alabama trying for none,
Before I have to hit him, I hope he's got the sense to run. Reason the poor girls love him, promise them everything, Why they all believe him? he wears a big diamond ring. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major domo billy bojangles, sit down and have a drink with me, "what's this about alabama? it keeps a coming back to me. Heard your plea in the courthouse, witness box began to rock and rise, 49 sister states all had alabama in there eyes. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major said why don't we give him rope enough to hang himself? No need to worry the jury, this kind takes care of themselves. 23rd psalm major domo, reserve me a table for three, Down in the valley of the shadow, just you, alabama, and me. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
You say you want to try again, wear it down between the lines
Well, I have a better end in mind it doesn't seem to really have you Close your eyes to see though I know you don't mean to be You are so far from me There was something I had caught inside screaming hard to make it go And tied me down low, it doesn't seem you really have to Close you eyes to see, you've been all you'll be to me Though I know you don't mean to be, it's just too late And we can't relate at all This is the last time I wanna say so long This song is my last song for you There's just nothing here to hold on to Baby, nothing to hold on to |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centred to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin' hot You know this space is gettin' hot I told Althea, I'm a roving sign That I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK that's fine So now I'm trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
Inside you're burnin' I can see clear through
Your eyes tell more than you mean them to Lit up and flashin' like the reds and blues Out there on the neon avenue Well I, feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) Well the music's thunderin', restless and hot You keep firin' me glances across the room And I can't stop wonderin' just what you got Get the feeling I'm going to find out real soon But I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) So let's get on with the show, let's go Yes, and the wheels it's smokin 'round midnight You show me a look that says "Let's go" Yes, and it feels about like running a red light Now there ain't no point in looking behind us, no! Still I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) You know It's gonna get stranger, let's get on with the show If this were love now how would I know? How would I know? Feel like a stranger Gonna be a long, long, crazy, crazy night Silky, silky, crazy, crazy night |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro
Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where's the moon. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass. Oh, raise the main sail, oh, lash the mast. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free. There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea. Till the chains of your dreams are broken, No place in this world you can be. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free. You pay for being free, I'll tell ya freedom don't come easy, Free don't always come for free, Sometimes it's hard to know what to believe in. Where to go, who to go, where to be, who to be. That means you're driftin'.... driftin' Yeah driftin' and dreamin', really goin' on a dream now. Really goin' on a feelin', really goin' on a feelin'. Driftin', driftin' and dreamin'. Cause it's a place you've never been Maybe a place you've never seen now You can hear them callin' on the wind Driftin' and dreamin', driftin' and dreamin'. Really goin' on a dream now, really goin' on a dream now, Really goin' on a dream now. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line.
You must be the angel, I though I might never find. Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams. Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around, And the rain fallin' down, but I never know. Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends. If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend. When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall. You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound, Like the rain fallin' down. Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues. Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through. I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do. But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine, I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose. Never know now, just don't never know, no. Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end. Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'. And I'm as good as gone again. I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance. Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance. And the rain fallin' down, well, you never know, just don't know. Listen, sure don't know what I going for, but I'm gonna go for it for sure... |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
Good, good morning, so good to see you weren't just a dream of mine
Real as a raven, real as thunder, real as the sun shinin' But still so very undefined Can't imagine what's behind those sleepy eyes Little stranger, don't try to hide now You look so young when you're afraid There is no danger, but from the devil He may want you, but I'm in his way You don't know how easy it is You don't know how easy it is to love you And come the moonrise when the dew falls Don't be the sun that fades away Don't leave me darkness, she's no lover, she hides the day |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
Don't ease, don't ease, don't ease me in.
I've been all night long comin' home, don't ease me in. When I turned around sweet mama, she was way across town So I'm walkin' down the street with a dollar in my hand I've been lookin' for a woman sweet mama, ain't got no man. The girl I love, she's sweet and true, You the dress she wears, sweet mama, it's pink and blue, She brings me coffee, she brings me tea, She brings me 'bout every damn thing but the jailhouse keys. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
Saw the lady face to face
Who rules the joker, commands the ace I just rolled in from the golden state Just a dusty spoke on the wheel of fate What'll you raise? What'll you raise? What'll you raise to take my hand? The hand I hold is the hand I play Who'd have ever thought they would fall this way Can't see me if you won't call And it might be a stone buff after all What'll you raise? What'll you raise? What'll you raise to take my hand? What'll you raise? What'll you raise? What'll you raise to see my hand? If there is heaven Those are the priests Who can deliver at all? Is there a gaping or any safekeeping? If not, how far can we fall? Far can we fall? East of the sun and the west of the moon Darling hold on, I'll be coming soon Maybe our love was meant to be The only solution is to wait and see What'll you raise? What'll you raise? What'll you raise to take my hand? What'll you raise? What'll you raise? What'll you raise to take my hand? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
JACK-A-ROE
Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Traditional There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you I'll tell Oh, the truth to you I'll tell She had sweethearts aplenty, and men of high degree But none but Jack the sailor, her true love there could be Oh, her true love there could be Jackie's gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind He's left his native country, and his darling girl behind Oh, his darling girl behind She went down to a tailor's shop and dressed in mens' array She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away Oh, to convey herself away. Before you get on board, sir, your name we'd like to know She smiled all in her countenance, "They call me Jack-A-Roe." Oh, they call me Jack-A-Roe. I see your waist is slender, your fingers they are small Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball. Oh, to face the cannonball. I know my waist is slender, my fingers, they are small But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall Oh, to see ten thousand fall. The wars then being over, she went and looked around Among the dead and wounded, her darling boy she found Oh, her darling boy she found. She picked him up all in her arms and carried him to the town She sent for a physician who quickly healed his wounds Oh, who quickly healed his wounds. This couple, they got married, so well they did agree This couple, they got married, so why don't you and me Oh, so why don't you and me? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centred to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin' hot You know this space is gettin' hot I told Althea, I'm a roving sign That I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK that's fine So now I'm trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro
Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where's the moon. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass. Oh, raise the main sail, oh, lash the mast. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free. There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea. Till the chains of your dreams are broken, No place in this world you can be. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free. You pay for being free, I'll tell ya freedom don't come easy, Free don't always come for free, Sometimes it's hard to know what to believe in. Where to go, who to go, where to be, who to be. That means you're driftin'.... driftin' Yeah driftin' and dreamin', really goin' on a dream now. Really goin' on a feelin', really goin' on a feelin'. Driftin', driftin' and dreamin'. Cause it's a place you've never been Maybe a place you've never seen now You can hear them callin' on the wind Driftin' and dreamin', driftin' and dreamin'. Really goin' on a dream now, really goin' on a dream now, Really goin' on a dream now. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Heaven (2006)
This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line.
You must be the angel, I though I might never find. Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams. Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around, And the rain fallin' down, but I never know. Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends. If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend. When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall. You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound, Like the rain fallin' down. Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues. Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through. I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do. But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine, I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose. Never know now, just don't never know, no. Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end. Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'. And I'm as good as gone again. I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance. Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance. And the rain fallin' down, well, you never know, just don't know. Listen, sure don't know what I going for, but I'm gonna go for it for sure... |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Music: Noah Lewis, arranged by Grateful Dead
Lyrics: Noah Lewis If I had my way If I had my way If I had my way I would tear this whole building down Delilah was a woman, she was fine and fair She had good looks - God knows - and coal black hair Delilah she gained old Samson's mind When first he saw this woman, she looked so fine Delilah she climbed up on Samson's knee Said tell me where your strength lies, if you please Then she spoke so kind, she talked so fair That Samson said, Delilah you cut off my hair You can shave my head, as clean as my hand My strength will come as natural as any other man You read about Samson, all from his birth He was the strongest man ever had lived on earth One day while Samson was walking along Looked down on the ground he saw an old jaw bone Then he stretched out his arm and his chains broke like threads And when he got to move, ten thousand were dead Now Samson and the lion, they got in attack And Samson he walked up on the lion's back You read about this lion, he killed a man with his paw Samson got hands up round the lion's jaw He ripped that beast, killed it dead And the bees made honey in the lion's head If I had my way If I had my way If I had my way I would tear this whole building down Tear this whole building down! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night 'til the morning came around Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills Set out runnin' but I take my time a friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight I ran down to the levee, but the devil caught me there He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
I was born in a desert, Raised in a lion's den
And my number one occupation is stealing women from their men If you're down in Memphis, you best stop down minglewood When I take a walk down there, all the women sure look good If you can't believe me, it'll make it hard to believe in you Cause we all need each other, well you know it's true |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Since it costs a lot to win, and even more to lose,
You and me bound to spend some time wond'rin' what to choose. Goes to show, you don't ever know, Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. I been gamblin' hereabouts for ten good solid years, If I told you all that went down it would burn off both of your ears. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, Don't you let that deal go down, no, no. Since you poured the wine for me and tightened up my shoes, I hate to leave you sittin' there, composin' lonesome blues. Goes to show you don't ever know Watch each card you play and play it slow, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down. Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down, Don't you let that deal go down, don't you let that deal go down. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven boys, I'll take your money home Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive Good mornin Mr. Benson, I see you're doin well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to Hell Look out look out the Candyman, here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again Ooooh ooooooh Ooooh uhhh uhh Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys then lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round Wont you to tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
I'm a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days
Just a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for days Keep everything in the barnyard people, upset in every way Dogs begin to bark now and the hounds begin to howl Dogs begin to bark now and the hounds begin to howl Watch out stray cat people the little red rooster is on the prowl If you see the little red rooster, won't you please drive him home If you see my little red rooster, won't you please drive him home Been no peace in the barnyard people, since the little red rooster's been gone ( Brent rap ) Yeah and the little red rooster, well you ain't shit to me Think you're a stud boy, well I doubt you'll ever be While your away I'm gonna fuck with your hens, boy I'm just bein' neighborly |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, beause I'm moanin' low And you know I'm only in it for the gold All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around about the wide world over And you'll never find another honest man. Last fair deal in the country,Sweet Suzie, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Don't you push me baby, cause I'm moanin' low And I know a little something you won't ever know Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee Gotta get up in the morning and go Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is baby, Before you let my deal go down Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines Come to daddy on the inside straight, Well I got no chance of losin' this time. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Firefly, can you see me?
Shine on, glowing, brief and brightly Could you imagine? One summer day, That same night be on your way Do you remember? Hearts were too cold Seasons have frozen us into our souls People were sayin' the whole world is burning Ashes have scattered too hard to turn Upside out or inside down False alarm, the only game in town No man's land, the only game in town Terrible, the only game in town Passenger, don't you hear me? Destination seen unclearly. What is a man deep down inside, What a raging beast with nothing to hide. Upside out or inside down False alarm, the only game in town No man's land, the only game in town Terrible, the only game in town |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Inside you're burnin' I can see clear through
Your eyes tell more than you mean them to Lit up and flashin' like the reds and blues Out there on the neon avenue Well I, feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) Well the music's thunderin', restless and hot You keep firin' me glances across the room And I can't stop wonderin' just what you got Get the feeling I'm going to find out real soon But I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) So let's get on with the show, let's go Yes, and the wheels it's smokin 'round midnight You show me a look that says "Let's go" Yes, and it feels about like running a red light Now there ain't no point in looking behind us, no! Still I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) You know It's gonna get stranger, let's get on with the show If this were love now how would I know? How would I know? Feel like a stranger Gonna be a long, long, crazy, crazy night Silky, silky, crazy, crazy night |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
In another times forgotten space
Your eyes looked from your mother's face Wallflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew I'll tell you where the four winds dwell In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day It can ring like fire when you loose your way. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew God save the child that rings that bell It may have one good ring, baby, you can't tell One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused listen to the music play. (instrumental) Some come to laugh their past away Some come to make it just one more day Whichever way your pleasure tends If you plant ice you're gonna harvest the wind. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed on the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew You'd better roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew You'd better roll away the dew - roll away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get up, get out of the door Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core. There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town Take a whole pail of water just to cool him down. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat It takes all you got just to stay on the beat. You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat But you're here alone, there's no one to compete. If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for? Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door. The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more? The more that you give, the more it will take To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake. Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! Fire! Fire on the mountain! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Moses come ridin' up on a quasar
His spurs were jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out of the cold. His brain was boiling, his reason was spent Nothing is borrowed, nothing is lent I asked him for mercy, He gave he gave me a gun. Now and again these things just got to be done. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. Gideon come up with his eyes on the floor Said "You ain't got a hinge, you can't close the door." Moses stood up a full six foot ten Said "You can't close the door when the wall's caved in." Ask him for water, he poured me some wine We finished the bottle and broke into mine. You get what you come for, ya ready to go Well, it's one in ten thousand that come for the show. Abraham and Isaac diggin' on a well Mama came quick with the water witch spell Well cool clear water well you can't ever tell. Abraham and Isaac sitting on a fence You'd get right to work if you had any sense You know the one thing we need is a left-hand monkey wrench. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll In a bed, in a bed by the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul River gonna take me Sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come Since I first left home Goin home, goin home by the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul Goin to plant a weeping willow On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow Sing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door. See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea. She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter, She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, and She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her. Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear. Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field, Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal, Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring, Black dirt live again! The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing, As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing Let it grow, Let it grow, Greatly yield. What shall we say, shall we call it by a name, As well to count the angels dancing on a pin. Water bright as the sky from which it came, And the name is on the earth that takes it in. We will not speak but stand inside the rain, And listen to the thunder shouting "I am! I am! I am! I am." Nothin' more, the love of the women, work of men. Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
When they come to take you down When they bring that wagon 'round
When they come to call on you and drag your poor body down Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me You thought you was the cool fool and never could do no wrong Had everything sewed up tight. How come you lay awake all night long Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Well in spite of all you gained you still had to stand out in the pouring rain One last voice is calling you and I guess it's time you go Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Well shake it up now Sugaree, I'll meet you at the jubilee And if that jubilee don't come, maybe I'll meet you on the run Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me Please forget you know my name, my darling Sugaree Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back step, like to walk on air Get back home where you belong and don't you run off no more Don't hang your head let the two-time roll Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor Ask the time? Baby I don't know Come back later, we'll let it show And I say row, Jimmy row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Here's my half a dollar if you dare double twist when you hit the air Look at Julie down below the levee doin the do-pas-o And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Broken heart don't feel so bad Ain't got half a what you thought you had Rock your baby to and fro Not too fast and not too slow And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row That's the way it's been in town ever since they tore the juke box down Two-bit piece don't buy no more not so much as it done before And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Lazy lightnin' sleepy fire in your eyes it's like desire in disguise
I keep on tryin' but I, I can't get through Lazy lightnin' I'd like to find the proper potion That's gonna capture your emotion You're right beside me but I, I can't get through You're a loop of lazy lightnin', just a loop of lazy lightnin' Must admit you're kinda frightnin' but you really get me high So exciting, when I hear your velvet thunder, You seem so near I start to wonder Would you come closer if, if I asked you to? So inviting, the way you're messing with my reason It's an exception but it's pleasing Tell me a lie and I will swear, I'll swear it's true. You're a loop of lazy lightnin' (Lazy lightnin') Just a loop of lazy lightnin' (Lazy lightnin') Must admit you're kinda frightening Just a loop of lazy lightnin' Put the fire in my eyes (Lightnin') Put the fire every time (Lightnin') Put the fire in my heart (Lightnin') Well come on lazy lightning. Just a loop of lazy lightning Misty lightning, well you always electrify me Someday I know you'll satisfy me And all that lightnin' will be my lightnin' too. My lightnin' too. (My lightnin' too) Just a loop of lazy lightnin' (My lightnin' too) My lightnin' too. (My lightnin' too) Just a loop of lazy lightnin' (My lightnin' too) My lightnin' too. (My lightnin' too) Oh come on lazy lightnin' (My lightnin' too) |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
Well, dizzy ain't the word for the way that you're making me feel now
Well, I need some indication, girl, if all of this is real now, tell me girl now Well, I've heard it said there's something wrong in my head, now Got to help me, girl, now Could it be infatuation or am I just being misled now? Little bolt of inspiration Way you strike me now Sparking my imagination, got the lightning now Cause me such excitation, got the lightning now 'Bout to end my suffocation, come on strike me now Little bolt of inspiration Way you strike me now, she's back in my imagination |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
You told me goodbye
How was I to know You didn't mean goodbye You meant "please don't let me go" I was having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know The wheels are muddy Got a ton of hay Now listen here, baby 'Cause I mean what I say I'm having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know I was losing time, I had nothing to do No one to fight, I came to you Wheels broke down, leader won't draw The line is busted, the last one I saw Tomorrow come trouble Tomorrow come pain Now don't think too hard, baby 'Cause you know what I'm saying I could show you a high time Living the good life Ah, don't be that way Nothing's for certain It could always go wrong Come in when it's raining Go on out when it's gone We could have us a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
We can share the women
We can share the wine We can share what we got of yours 'Cause we done shared all of mine Keep a rolling Just a mile to go Keep on rolling, my old buddy You're moving much too slow I just jumped the watchman Right outside the fence Took his ring, four bucks in change Now ain't that heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon Burns my eyes to see Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon Might as well be me We used to play for silver Now we play for life One's for sport and one's for blood At the point of a knife Now the die is shaken Now the die must fall There ain't a winner in this game Who don't go home with all Not with all... Leaving Texas Fourth day of July Sun so hot, clouds so low The eagles filled the sky Catch the Detroit Lightning Out of Santa Fe Great Northern out of Cheyenne From sea to shining sea Gotta get to Tulsa First train we can ride Got to settle one old score And one small point of pride... Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon Keep him from the sun Ain't no bed will give us rest, man, You keep us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita Cut his buddy down Dug for him a shallow grave And layed his body down Half a mile from Tucson By the morning light One man gone and another to go My old buddy you're moving much too slow We can share the women we can share the wine... |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dead Set (2006)
You're tellin me this town ain't got no heart
Well, well, well, you can never tell The sunny side of the street is dark Well, well, well, you can never tell Maybe that's cause it's midnight, In the dark of the moon besides Maybe the dark is from your eyes Maybe the dark is from your eyes Maybe the dark is from your eyes You know you got such dark eyes Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around You think you've seen this town clear through Well, well, well, you can never tell Nothin' here that could interest you Well, well, well, you can never tell It's not because you missed out On the thing that we had, to start Maybe you had too much too fast Maybe you had too much too fast Maybe you had too much too fast Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around Since I'm passing your way today Well, well, well, you can never tell I just stopped in cause I want to say Well, well, well, you can never tell I recall your darkness When it crackled like a thundercloud Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart When I can hear it beat out loud Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street Used to be the heart of town Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart You just gotta poke around |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
It must be getting early, clocks are running late
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains, I don't care 'cause it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive I see you've got your list out, say your peace and get out Guess I get the gist of it, but it's alright Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say Every silver lining's got a touch of grey I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive It's a lesson to me The Ables and the Bakers and the C's The ABC's we all must face Try to keep a little grace It's a lesson to me The Deltas and the East and the Freeze The ABC's we all think of And try to wean a little love I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive The shoe is on the hand it fits, there's really nothing much to it Whistle through your teeth and spit 'cause it's alright Oh well, a touch of grey kinda suits you anyway And that was all I had to say and it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker
And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her" Seemed like the least I could do Cause when he's chargin' his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls You will think me by contrast quite proper Never mind how I stumble and fall You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Aw you're a sweet little softcore pretender Somehow, baby got hard as it gets With your black leather chrome spiked suspenders And your chair and your whip and your pets Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great And we know how you love your ovations To the Z-rated scenes you create (Z-rated scenes you create) You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Yeah! Least I'll enjoy the ride You analyze me, attempt to despise me, you laugh When I stumble and fall There may come a day I will dance on your grave If unable to dance I will crawl across it Unable to dance I will crawl Unable to dance I'll crawl You must really consider the circus It just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely Cause I wouldn't know where to begin Well I know you will think of me only When the snakes come marching in When the snakes come marching in You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride Least I'm enjoying the ride |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry? Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye With shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass String barbed wire at your feet, that do not let you pass When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed? Phantom in the closet, scratching at the door Believe it's the mystery killer that you saw on channel four When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose Twist their arms around you, snap you till you cry Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you 'til you die When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do I don't want to buy it I just want to rent it for a minute or two I met an old mistake walking down the street today I met an old mistake walking down the street today I didn't want to be mean about it I couldn't think of one good thing to say. West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red light on the highway, little green light on the freeway. Got a steady job moving items for the mob Got a steady job moving items for the mob Know the pay's pathetic It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red light on the highway, little green light on the freeway. I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know Lord, just how far to go. West L.A. fadeaway, here's one chance you say. She tries to live by the Golden Rule. Said you treat other people right, Other people probably treat you cool. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile,
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile. Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made, But I wish I had a dollar for each time we've both been down this grade. And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll. The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow. And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control, She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat. She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine. She wasn't built to travel at speed or through mud slides. These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll. The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back. Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet, I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet. And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll. The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control, She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. Oh, oh I want to go down slow. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, Brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for you and me A peaceful place or so it looks from space [A] closer look reveals the human race Full of hope, full of grace is the human face But afraid we may lay our home to waste There's a fear down here we can't forget Hasn't got a name just yet Always awake, always around Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime falls And again the hunt begins, and again the bloodwind calls By and by again, the morning sun will rise [But] the darkness never goes from some mens eyes (oh no) It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets It's taking turf, dividing up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat It's you and me, You and me Flashblade in ghetto night Rudies looking for a fight Rat cat alley roll them bones Need that cash to feed that jones And the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Commissars and pin-striped bosses roll the dice Any way they fall, guess who gets to pay the price Money green, the proletarian gray Selling guns instead of food today So the kids they dance, they shake their bones While the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink History's page will be neatly carved in stone The future's here ? we are it ? we are on our own (on our own, on our own! On our own!) If the game is lost then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame We will leave this place an empty stone Oh that shinning ball We can call our home So the kids they dance, they shake their bones While the politicians are throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Shooting powders back and forth Singing black goes south while white comes north And the whole world full of petty wars Singing "I got mine and you got yours" And the current fashions set the pace Lose your step, fall out of grace And the radical, he rant and rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page!" And the rich man in his summer home, Singing "just leave well enough alone!" But his pants are down, his cover's blown And the politicians throwing stones So the kids they dance they shake their bones Cause its all too clear were on our own Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free It's dizzying, the possibilities Ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
My brother Esau killed a hunter
Back in 1969 And before the killing was done, His inheritance was mine. But his birthright was a wand to wave Before a weary band. Esau gave me sleeplessness And a piece of moral land. My father favored Esau, Who was eager to obey All the bloody wild commandments The Old Man shot his way. But all this favor ended When my brother failed at war. He staggered home And found me in the door. [Chorus:] Esau skates on mirrors anymore... He meets his pale reflection at the door. Yet sometimes at night I dream He's still that hairy man, Shadowboxing the Apocalypse And wandering the land. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse And wandering the land. Esau holds a blessing; Brother Esau bears a curse. I would say that the blame is mine But I suspect it's something worse. The more my brother looks like me, The less I understand The silent war that bloodied both our hands. Sometimes at night, I think I understand. It's brother to brother and it's man to man And it's face to face and it's hand to hand... We shadowdance the silent war within. The shadowdance, it never ends... Never ends, never ends. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse, yet again... Yet again. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse, And wandering the land |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a chateau, 21 rooms but one will do I don't want to buy it I just want to rent it for a minute or two I met an old mistake walking down the street today I met an old mistake walking down the street today I didn't want to be mean about it I couldn't think of one good thing to say. West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red light on the highway, little green light on the freeway. Got a steady job moving items for the mob Got a steady job moving items for the mob Know the pay's pathetic It's a shame those boys couldn't be more copasetic West L.A. fadeaway, West L.A. fadeaway Big red light on the highway, little green light on the freeway. I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know I need a West L.A. girl, already know what I need to know Lord, just how far to go. West L.A. fadeaway, here's one chance you say. She tries to live by the Golden Rule. Said you treat other people right, Other people probably treat you cool. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I can't hear the song for the singer, And I can't tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain, And the stars start to splatter in the sky, When the moon hits the southwest horizon, With the scream of an eagle on the fly, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And listen to the ripples as they moan, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own. Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side, Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll. When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my heart begin to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone, by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own. |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of brick Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry? Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye With shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass String barbed wire at your feet, that do not let you pass When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head Cringing like a baby at the hand beneath the bed? Phantom in the closet, scratching at the door Believe it's the mystery killer that you saw on channel four When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose Twist their arms around you, snap you till you cry Wrap you in their sweet perfume and love you 'til you die When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove When push comes to shove When push comes to shove You're afraid of love When push comes to shove |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
It must be getting early, clocks are running late
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains, I don't care 'cause it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive I see you've got your list out, say your peace and get out Guess I get the gist of it, but it's alright Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say Every silver lining's got a touch of grey I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive It's a lesson to me The Ables and the Bakers and the C's The ABC's we all must face Try to keep a little grace It's a lesson to me The Deltas and the East and the Freeze The ABC's we all think of And try to wean a little love I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive The shoe is on the hand it fits, there's really nothing much to it Whistle through your teeth and spit 'cause it's alright Oh well, a touch of grey kinda suits you anyway And that was all I had to say and it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive We will get by We will get by We will get by We will survive |
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from The Grateful Dead - In The Dark (1987)
Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, Brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for you and me A peaceful place or so it looks from space [A] closer look reveals the human race Full of hope, full of grace is the human face But afraid we may lay our home to waste There's a fear down here we can't forget Hasn't got a name just yet Always awake, always around Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime falls And again the hunt begins, and again the bloodwind calls By and by again, the morning sun will rise [But] the darkness never goes from some mens eyes (oh no) It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets It's taking turf, dividing up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat It's you and me, You and me Flashblade in ghetto night Rudies looking for a fight Rat cat alley roll them bones Need that cash to feed that jones And the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Commissars and pin-striped bosses roll the dice Any way they fall, guess who gets to pay the price Money green, the proletarian gray Selling guns instead of food today So the kids they dance, they shake their bones While the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink History's page will be neatly carved in stone The future's here ? we are it ? we are on our own (on our own, on our own! On our own!) If the game is lost then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame We will leave this place an empty stone Oh that shinning ball We can call our home So the kids they dance, they shake their bones While the politicians are throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Shooting powders back and forth Singing black goes south while white comes north And the whole world full of petty wars Singing "I got mine and you got yours" And the current fashions set the pace Lose your step, fall out of grace And the radical, he rant and rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page!" And the rich man in his summer home, Singing "just leave well enough alone!" But his pants are down, his cover's blown And the politicians throwing stones So the kids they dance they shake their bones Cause its all too clear were on our own Singing ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free It's dizzying, the possibilities Ashes, ashes all fall down (ashes, ashes all fall down) |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker
And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her" Seemed like the least I could do Cause when he's chargin' his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls You will think me by contrast quite proper Never mind how I stumble and fall You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Aw you're a sweet little softcore pretender Somehow, baby got hard as it gets With your black leather chrome spiked suspenders And your chair and your whip and your pets Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great And we know how you love your ovations To the Z-rated scenes you create (Z-rated scenes you create) You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Yeah! Least I'll enjoy the ride You analyze me, attempt to despise me, you laugh When I stumble and fall There may come a day I will dance on your grave If unable to dance I will crawl across it Unable to dance I will crawl Unable to dance I'll crawl You must really consider the circus It just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely Cause I wouldn't know where to begin Well I know you will think of me only When the snakes come marching in When the snakes come marching in You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Ride, ride, ride, ride At least I'll enjoy the ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Least I'm enjoying the ride Ride, ride Least I'm enjoying the ride |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
When I was just a little young boy,
Papa said son, you'll never get far, Tell you the reason, if you wanna know, Cause child of mine, there isn't really far to go. Well, baby baby wants a gold diamond ring, Wants it more than any old thing, Well when I get those jelly-roll blues, Why I go and get anything in this world for you. Down to the jewelry store packin' a gun, Says, "Wrap it up I think I'll take this one" "A thousand dollars please," the jewelry man said, Dupree said, "I'll pay this one off to you in lead". Well you know son, you just can't figure, First thing you know you're gonna to pull that trigger, And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad, Jelly-roll will drive you so mad. Judge said, "Son, it's gonna cost you some time" Dupree said, "Judge you know that crossed my mind" Judge said, "Fact it's gonna cost you your life" Dupree said, "Judge you know that seems to me to be about right". Baby baby you gonna lose her sweet man, Dupree come out with a losin' hand, Baby's gonna weep it up for a while, Then go out and find another sweet man's gonna treat her with style. Judge said, "Son, I know your baby well, But that's a secret I can never tell" Dupree said, "Judge well it's well understood, But you got to admit that sweet Jelly's so good". Well you know son, you just can't figure, First thing you know you're gonna to pull that trigger, And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad, Same old story and I know it's been told, Some like Jelly Jelly, some like gold, Many a man's done a terrible thing Just to get, baby a shinin' diamond ring. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Well, there ain't nobody safer than someone who doesn't care.
And it isn't even lonely when no one's ever there. I had a lot of dreams once, but some of them came true... The honey's sometimes bitter when fortune falls on you. So you know I've been a soldier in the armies of the night. And I'll find the fatal error in what's otherwise all right. But here you're trembling like a sparrow, I will try with all my might To give you just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little light. I have always heard that virtue ought be its own reward, But it never comes so easy when you're living by the sword. It's even harder to be heartless when you look at me that way. You're as mighty as the flower that will grow the stones away. Even though I been a stranger, full of irony and spite Holding little but contempt for all things beautiful and bright, Something shines around you and it seems, to my delight To give me just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little light. This could be just another highway, coiled up in the night. You could be just another white-tail, baby, stranded on my brights, There's a tingling recognition Like the sound of distant thunder And I begin to wonder If the love I've driven under Won't ignite. So you know I've been a soldier in the armies of the night. And I'll find the fatal error in what's otherwise all right. Something shines around you that seems, to my delight To give me just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little light. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Woke up this morning, felt around for my shoes
That's when I knew I had them old walking blues I woke up this morning, felt around, felt around for my shoes That's when I knew I had them old, mean old walking blues Leaving in the morning if I have to, robbed blind I've been mistreated and I don't mind dying I'm leaving in the morning if I have to, robbed blind I've been mistreated and I just don't mind dying She got a Belgium movement from her head down to her toes Breaking on a dollar 'most anywhere she goes Well I got a good woman coming my way Tried to try, some electric pantin', some electric chillin' cryin' But, ooh, mistook, misgiven Got me up and walking Baby, but I'm walking blue, walking blue Well some people say boy, the walking blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin' I 'most ever had |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
JACK-A-ROE
Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Traditional There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell He had a beautiful daughter, the truth to you I'll tell Oh, the truth to you I'll tell She had sweethearts aplenty, and men of high degree But none but Jack the sailor, her true love there could be Oh, her true love there could be Jackie's gone a-sailing with trouble on his mind He's left his native country, and his darling girl behind Oh, his darling girl behind She went down to a tailor's shop and dressed in mens' array She climbed on board a vessel to convey herself away Oh, to convey herself away. Before you get on board, sir, your name we'd like to know She smiled all in her countenance, "They call me Jack-A-Roe." Oh, they call me Jack-A-Roe. I see your waist is slender, your fingers they are small Your cheeks too red and rosy to face the cannonball. Oh, to face the cannonball. I know my waist is slender, my fingers, they are small But it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall Oh, to see ten thousand fall. The wars then being over, she went and looked around Among the dead and wounded, her darling boy she found Oh, her darling boy she found. She picked him up all in her arms and carried him to the town She sent for a physician who quickly healed his wounds Oh, who quickly healed his wounds. This couple, they got married, so well they did agree This couple, they got married, so why don't you and me Oh, so why don't you and me? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
I see some good times, I gotta get to ring that bell
I gotta see some good times Sometimes you make up for when I'm not feeling well It must be due to some great times Cause right now I feel like hell Never trust a woman who wears her pants too tight She might love you tomorrow, but she'll be gone tomorrow night Come tomorrow I'll get my pay to leave this town She don't really love me Ain't no reason to stick around |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that you're seein' double On a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs. Got to hurry on back to my hotel room, Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece. She promised that she'd be right there with me When I paint my masterpiece. Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum, Dodging lions and wastin' time. Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em, Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb. Train wheels runnin' thru the back of my memory, When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese. Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody, When I paint my masterpiece. Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola, Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola! I left Rome and landed in Brussels, On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried. Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles, Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside. Newspapermen eating candy Had to be held down by big police. Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent When I paint my masterpiece. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back step, like to walk on air Get back home where you belong and don't you run off no more Don't hang your head let the two-time roll Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor Ask the time? Baby I don't know Come back later, we'll let it show And I say row, Jimmy row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Here's my half a dollar if you dare double twist when you hit the air Look at Julie down below the levee doin the do-pas-o And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row Broken heart don't feel so bad Ain't got half a what you thought you had Rock your baby to and fro Not too fast and not too slow And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row That's the way it's been in town ever since they tore the juke box down Two-bit piece don't buy no more not so much as it done before And I say row, Jimmy, row Gonna get there? I don't know Seems a common way to go Get down, row, row, row row, row |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
A man and a woman come together
as strangers. When they part they're usually strangers still. It's like a practical joke played on us by our Maker. Empty bottles, that can't be filled. You fancy me to be the master of your feelings. You barely bruise me with your looks to kill. Though I admit we were sometimes brutal in our dealings, I never held you against your will. Chorus: Baby, who's to say it coulda been different Now that it's done. Baby, who's to say... Baby, who's to say that it shoulda been Anyway. Baby, who's to say... Baby, who's to say That it even matters in the long run. Who's to say. Give it just a minute. And it'll blow away. It's blow away. Your case against me is so Very clearly stated I please no contest, I turn and shrug. I've come to figure all importance overestimated. You must mean water when you beg for blood. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is are you kind It's a buck dancer's choice my friends, better take my advice You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice Will you come with me Won't you come with me Whoa oh, what I want to know: will you come with me? God damn, well I declare Have you seen the like Their walls are built of cannon balls Their motto is "don't tread on me" Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate Barely time to wait Whoa oh, what I want to know: where does the time go? I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow, Till things we've never seen will seem familiar. Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, Who came through many fights, but lost at love. While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks; Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den. Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, Strategy was his strength, and not disaster. The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. That's how it stands today. You decide if he was wise. The story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice. His job is to shed light, and not to master. Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold, In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold. Terrapin Station Inspiration, move me brightly. Light the song with sense and color; Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask. Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last. Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to Terrapin. Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright; The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best, On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon, While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune, Terrapin Station. In the shadow of the moon, Terrapin Station. And I know we'll get there soon, Terrapin Station. I can't figure out, Terrapin, if it's the end or beginning, Terrapin, But the train's put it's brakes on, Terrapin, And the whistle is screaming, TERRAPIN. Terrapin Station - At the Siding While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness. The obvious was hidden. With nothing to believe in, The compass always points to Terrapin. Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain. You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on, You can't go back and you can't stand still, If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will. Won't you try just a little bit harder, Couldn't you try just a little bit more? Won't you try just a little bit harder, Couldn't you try just a little bit more? Round, round robin run round, got to get back to where you belong, Little bit harder, just a little bit more, A little bit further than you gone before. The wheel is turning and you can't slow down, You can't let go and you can't hold on, You can't go back and you can't stand still, If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will. Small wheel turn by the fire and rod, Big wheel turn by the grace of God, Every time that wheel turn 'round, Bound to cover just a little more ground. The wheel is turning and you can't slow down, You can't let go and you can't hold on, You can't go back and you can't stand still, If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will. Won't you try just a little bit harder, Couldn't you try just a little bit more? Won't you try just a little bit harder, Couldn't you try just a little bit more? |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
THERE MUST BE SOME KIND OF WAY OUT OF HERE
SAID THE JOKER TO THE THIEF THERE'S TOO MUCH CONFUSION I CAN'T GET NO RELIEF BUSINESSMAN THEY DRINK MY WINE PLOW MEN DIG MY EARTH NONE WILL LEVEL ON THE LINE NOBODY OF IT IS WORTH HEY HEY NO REASON TO GET EXCITED THE THIEF HE KINDLY SPOKE THERE ARE MANY HERE AMONG US WHO FEEL THAT LIFE IS BUT A JOKE BUT UH BUT YOU AND I WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THAT AND THIS IS NOT OUR FATE SO LET US NOT TALK FALSELY NOW THE HOUR'S GETTING LATE HEY HEY ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER PRINCES KEPT THE VIEW WHILE ALL THE WOMEN CAME AND WENT BARE-FOOT SERVANTS TO, BUT HUH OUTSIDE IN THE COLD DISTANCE A WILD CAT DID GROWL TWO RIDERS WERE APPROACHIN' AND THE WIND BEGAN TO HOWL HEY OH ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER HEAR YOU SING AROUND THE WATCH GOTTA BEWARE GOTTA BEWARE I WILL YEAH OOH BABY ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
All the years combine
they melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end there's just a song comes crying like the wind through all the broken dreams and vanished years Stella Blue When all the cards are down there's nothing left to see There's just the pavement left and broken dreams In the end there's still that song comes crying like the wind down every lonely street that's ever been Stella Blue I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel Can't win for trying Dust off those rusty strings just one more time Gonna make em shine It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free There's nothing you can hold for very long And when you hear that song come crying like the wind it seems like all this life was just a dream Stella Blue |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be, you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day, you know my love not fade away. You know my love not fade away, not fade away! My love is bigger than a Cadillac, I try to show you but you drive me back, Your love for me has got to be real, your gonna know just how I feel. Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away! |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest, I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight) But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight) Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight) You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good, Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight) I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death, And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Little girl lost
In a forest of dreams. It's a dark old wood And it's damp with dew. Hoot owl hoots For a moment it seems Something big and cold Got ahold of you. Just when everything gets scary, Daddy's come 'round for his darlin' again. Hold my hand with your little fingers. Daddy's loving arms gonna gather you in. Ain't no way the Bogeyman can get you, You can close your eyes, the world is gonna let you, Your daddy's here and never will forget you, I will take you home. I will take you home. Gonna carry you back home In my arms. I will take you home. Long is the road We must travel on down. Short are the legs That will struggle behind. I wish I knew for sure Just where we're bound, What we will be doin' And what we're gonna find. Wherever we go, there will be birds to cheer you Flowers to color in the fields around. Wherever we go, I'll be right here near you You can't get lost when you're always found. Ain't no fog that's thick enough to hide you Your daddy's gonna be right here beside you If your fears should start to get inside you. I will take you home. I will take you home. Gonna carry you back home In my arms. I will take you home. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Goin' down the road feelin' bad.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow. I don't want to be treated this away |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying Annie Bonneau from St. Angel Say the weather down here so fine Just then the wind came squalling through the dark But who can the weather command? Just want to have a little peace to die And a friend or two I love at hand Fever roll up to a hundred and five Roll on up, gonna roll back down One more day I find myself alive Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground See here how everything led up to this day And it's just like any other day that's ever been Sun going up and then the sun going down Come around, come around 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 Run and see, run, run and see, and see |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Well the joint was jumpin', going 'round and 'round,
Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me a chance, I rose out of me seat Lord, I had to dance, Started moving my feet, well a clapping my hands. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down. Well at twelve o'clock Lord, the place was packed, The front doors was locked Lord, the place was packed, When the police knocked, those doors they flew back. Well I kept on dancin', going 'round and 'round, Hey! realin' and a rockin', what a crazy sound, Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down |
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from The Grateful Dead - Dozin` At The Knick (2004)
Fare you well my honey
Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this Broke-down Palace On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll Make myself a bed by the waterside In my time - in my time - I will roll roll roll In a bed, in a bed by the waterside I will lay my head Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul River gonna take me Sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come Since I first left home Goin home, goin home by the waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul Goin to plant a weeping willow On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow Sing a lullaby beside the water Lovers come and go - the river roll roll roll Fare you well, fare you well I love you more than words can tell Listen to the river sing sweet songs To rock my soul |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
We can share the women
We can share the wine We can share what we got of yours 'Cause we done shared all of mine Keep a rolling Just a mile to go Keep on rolling, my old buddy You're moving much too slow I just jumped the watchman Right outside the fence Took his ring, four bucks in change Now ain't that heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon Burns my eyes to see Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon Might as well be me We used to play for silver Now we play for life One's for sport and one's for blood At the point of a knife Now the die is shaken Now the die must fall There ain't a winner in this game Who don't go home with all Not with all... Leaving Texas Fourth day of July Sun so hot, clouds so low The eagles filled the sky Catch the Detroit Lightning Out of Santa Fe Great Northern out of Cheyenne From sea to shining sea Gotta get to Tulsa First train we can ride Got to settle one old score And one small point of pride... Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon Keep him from the sun Ain't no bed will give us rest, man, You keep us on the run Jack Straw from Wichita Cut his buddy down Dug for him a shallow grave And layed his body down Half a mile from Tucson By the morning light One man gone and another to go My old buddy you're moving much too slow We can share the women we can share the wine... |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
In another times forgotten space
Your eyes looked from your mother's face Wallflower seed on the sand and stone May the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew I'll tell you where the four winds dwell In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day It can ring like fire when you loose your way. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew God save the child that rings that bell It may have one good ring, baby, you can't tell One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused listen to the music play. (instrumental) Some come to laugh their past away Some come to make it just one more day Whichever way your pleasure tends If you plant ice you're gonna harvest the wind. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed on the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew You'd better roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew You'd better roll away the dew - roll away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
I was born in a desert, Raised in a lion's den
And my number one occupation is stealing women from their men If you're down in Memphis, you best stop down minglewood When I take a walk down there, all the women sure look good If you can't believe me, it'll make it hard to believe in you Cause we all need each other, well you know it's true |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
You told me goodbye
How was I to know You didn't mean goodbye You meant "please don't let me go" I was having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know The wheels are muddy Got a ton of hay Now listen here, baby 'Cause I mean what I say I'm having a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know I was losing time, I had nothing to do No one to fight, I came to you Wheels broke down, leader won't draw The line is busted, the last one I saw Tomorrow come trouble Tomorrow come pain Now don't think too hard, baby 'Cause you know what I'm saying I could show you a high time Living the good life Ah, don't be that way Nothing's for certain It could always go wrong Come in when it's raining Go on out when it's gone We could have us a high time Living the good life Ah, well I know |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
Well, dizzy ain't the word for the way that you're making me feel now
Well, I need some indication, girl, if all of this is real now, tell me girl now Well, I've heard it said there's something wrong in my head, now Got to help me, girl, now Could it be infatuation or am I just being misled now? Little bolt of inspiration Way you strike me now Sparking my imagination, got the lightning now Cause me such excitation, got the lightning now 'Bout to end my suffocation, come on strike me now Little bolt of inspiration Way you strike me now, she's back in my imagination |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
You say you want to try again, wear it down between the lines
Well, I have a better end in mind it doesn't seem to really have you Close your eyes to see though I know you don't mean to be You are so far from me There was something I had caught inside screaming hard to make it go And tied me down low, it doesn't seem you really have to Close you eyes to see, you've been all you'll be to me Though I know you don't mean to be, it's just too late And we can't relate at all This is the last time I wanna say so long This song is my last song for you There's just nothing here to hold on to Baby, nothing to hold on to |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
Awoke today, felt your side of the bed;
The covers were still warm where you been layin'. You were gone, oh gone, my heart was filled with dread; You might not be sleeping here again. But it's all right cause I love you, and that's not going to change. Run me around and make me hurt again and again. But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letters of your name. The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love? You guess from the cries you were listening to a fight. Well you know, oh know, haste is the last thing they're thinking of. You know they're only tryin' to make it thru the night. I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down Or fit you in the lines I might've drawn. It's just that I, oh I, have gotten used to havin' you around. The landscape would be empty, if you were gone; But it's all right cause I love you, and that's not going to change. Run me around and make me hurt again and again. But I'll still sing you love songs, written in the letter of your name. The rain is gonna come, oh it surely looks like rain. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond-eye Jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden string fiddle to a double-e waterfall over my back Comic book colors on a violin river crying Leonardo words from out a silk trombone I rang a silent bell beneath a shower of pearls in the eagle wing palace of the Queen Chinee |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
Inside you're burnin' I can see clear through
Your eyes tell more than you mean them to Lit up and flashin' like the reds and blues Out there on the neon avenue Well I, feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) Well the music's thunderin', restless and hot You keep firin' me glances across the room And I can't stop wonderin' just what you got Get the feeling I'm going to find out real soon But I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) So let's get on with the show, let's go Yes, and the wheels it's smokin 'round midnight You show me a look that says "Let's go" Yes, and it feels about like running a red light Now there ain't no point in looking behind us, no! Still I feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) You know It's gonna get stranger, let's get on with the show If this were love now how would I know? How would I know? Feel like a stranger Gonna be a long, long, crazy, crazy night Silky, silky, crazy, crazy night |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny That my back might need protection I told Althea that treachery Was tearing me limb from limb Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness Self-centred to the extreme Ain't nobody messin' with you but you Your friends are getting most concerned Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire Baby I hope you don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is gettin' hot You know this space is gettin' hot I told Althea, I'm a roving sign That I was born to be a bachelor Althea told me, OK that's fine So now I'm trying to catch her Can't talk to you without talking to me We're guilty of the same old things Thinking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro
Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where's the moon. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass. Oh, raise the main sail, oh, lash the mast. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free. There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea. Till the chains of your dreams are broken, No place in this world you can be. You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea. Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free. You pay for being free, I'll tell ya freedom don't come easy, Free don't always come for free, Sometimes it's hard to know what to believe in. Where to go, who to go, where to be, who to be. That means you're driftin'.... driftin' Yeah driftin' and dreamin', really goin' on a dream now. Really goin' on a feelin', really goin' on a feelin'. Driftin', driftin' and dreamin'. Cause it's a place you've never been Maybe a place you've never seen now You can hear them callin' on the wind Driftin' and dreamin', driftin' and dreamin'. Really goin' on a dream now, really goin' on a dream now, Really goin' on a dream now. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line.
You must be the angel, I though I might never find. Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams. Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around, And the rain fallin' down, but I never know. Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends. If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend. When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall. You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound, Like the rain fallin' down. Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues. Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through. I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do. But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine, I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose. Never know now, just don't never know, no. Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end. Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'. And I'm as good as gone again. I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance. Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance. And the rain fallin' down, well, you never know, just don't know. Listen, sure don't know what I going for, but I'm gonna go for it for sure... |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
32 teeth in a jawbone, alabama trying for none,
Before I have to hit him, I hope he's got the sense to run. Reason the poor girls love him, promise them everything, Why they all believe him? he wears a big diamond ring. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major domo billy bojangles, sit down and have a drink with me, "what's this about alabama? it keeps a coming back to me. Heard your plea in the courthouse, witness box began to rock and rise, 49 sister states all had alabama in there eyes. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. Major said why don't we give him rope enough to hang himself? No need to worry the jury, this kind takes care of themselves. 23rd psalm major domo, reserve me a table for three, Down in the valley of the shadow, just you, alabama, and me. Alabama getaway, getaway. alabama getaway, getaway, Only way to please me, ya just gotta leave and walk away. |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
Some folks trust to reason
Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land |
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from The Grateful Dead - Go To Nassau 5.15 & 16.80 (2004)
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door Think this through with me Let me know your mind Whoa oh, what I want to know is are you kind It's a buck dancer's choice my friends, better take my advice You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice Will you come with me Won't you come with me Whoa oh, what I want to know: will you come with me? God damn, well I declare Have you seen the like Their walls are built of cannon balls Their motto is "don't tread on me" Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate Barely time to wait Whoa oh, what I want to know: where does the time go? I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home Whoa oh, what I want to know: how does the song go? Come hear Uncle John's Band By the riverside Got some things to talk about Here beside the rising tide Come hear Uncle John's Band Playing to the tide Come along or go alone He's come to take his children home |