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it ain't me, I don't thinkit ain't me, I don't think it ain't me, I don't think it ain't me, I don't think.

Never to this day had I before heldWhat starts so sweet Where is it gone No, not you, not dying in my arms Your words come over me In your voice, I think it's me Of not much more I care On dirt ground bed I swear I could sleep right there It's your dancing singing beaming's where I am ~~~~~~~~~~~~ there's nothing like the evening Is this where the day ...begins to end? Is this good-bye friend what they call curtain call Or is it still playing? I swear I can still hear your song Am I dreaming, sleeping too much to dare be true I close my eyes I can't say how long I can't say how glad I am to know it's you

aint that nicedont even have to think twice jump on it wont have that chance again once in a lifetime sitting with the prince that's not nice playing both sides singing like you're sitting over here but your shoes are over there your hearts in the right place now how about we do something about your feet that's so nice don't have to think twice took a twirl right about the time your hair started to curl blond like an angel next to me at camp creek when the fireworks went off you grabbed my arm that's how we met now we keep each other warm from a million miles away I wrote a song in 1995 about you in 1873 when I met you you're a strange girl but I love you

A little ahead, a little behindIt's not right, until it's kind And we're seeing the diamonds And we're seeing the diamonds And we're seeing the diamonds in the sky The afterglow of ecstasy Leaves its pawprint All over your heart But we're not finished Until we're done done Until we're done done And we're seeing the diamonds Seeing the diamonds And we're seeing the diamonds in the sky. At every opening Every break in the clouds Eagerly seeking Endlessly searching for the sky Then we will be Seeing the diamonds Seeing ghe diamonds in the sky One day while not even trying We will find The clouds dissolve Revealing clear sky And even though we won't know We'll be seeing the diamonds We'll be seeing the diamonds We'll be seeing the diamonds In the sky. 11/14/8? Appalachian Gap

Happy Christmas, Jersey, and warmest thoughts to all. Some exceptional Deadheads tracked me down and delivered a box of writings from the 80s and 90s, this seems as good as time as any to post some of it. Thanks T and M, it was good to see you again. Love to all - Andy

Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinning free,Dizzy with eternity. Merry X-Mass War is Over (dinosaur oil) June 4, 1989, Tiananmen Square (Be Here Now)

Jokerman Lyrics by Bob Dylan Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing Freedom just around the corner for you But with the truth so far off, what good will it do? Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman So swiftly the sun sets in the sky You rise up and say goodbye to no one Fools rush in where angels fear to tread Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don’t show one Shedding off one more layer of skin Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah But what do you care? Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed Michelangelo indeed could’ve carved out your features Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame Preacherman seeks the same, who’ll get there first is uncertain Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin Only a matter of time ’til night comes steppin’ in Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat Take the motherless children off the street And place them at the feet of a harlot Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants Oh, Jokerman, you don’t show any response Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman Copyright © 1983 by Special Rider Music

The Buddha sitsIn Brooklyn 71st and 7th Down by the water Next to a cat Turning the wheel To get where it's at, Ripening fruit. The Buddha Sits in Brooklyn In the King's land Awaiting the prince No self to equate occupy not Release is final and irreversible. The allness of good is a puddle we all sit in While dreaming Of the illusion of two When it all adds up Three to one, blastoff. The Buddha sits in brooklyn White apartment walls venetian blinds closed It could be anywhere In the world Tall bookshelves Sirens wail The world Spins a little Like a top Watching people turn green with envy Blue with sorrow Red with anger And golden to white while reflecting the puddle of love divine. Shedding all the colors Harmony regained and perfectly maintained. Never seen MSG quite like that again. Saturday night The Buddha sits in Brooklyn It might be excused If he rocked a bit.

Visions of Johanna Lyrics By: Bob Dylan Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? Sitting here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with a key chain And all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane But Louise she's alright, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror She just makes it all so concise and so clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up, he speaks of her farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lot of gall, to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall, while I'm in the hall How can I explain? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say "Jeeze, I can't find my knees" Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna make it all seem so cruel The peddlar now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much can ya man?" As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler now steps to the road He writes everything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

In the still of the nightShe moves, She brings me moonlight And fills my cup. With its pale crescent shape Dangling over pines profiled; Against the breaking morning sky Enter the moment forever Don't hesitate. Under blue dawn sky In the cabin by the stream It was real, the end of the dream; Bending over to wake you With a kiss Into this eternal day Out of the clay Into the light In the still of the night She comes to me in moonlight The serpent is tamed The rain goes away In the still of the night She moves She brings me moonlight