Grateful Dead

Home in the valley Home in the city Home isn't pretty Ain't no home for me Home in the darkness Home on the highway Home isn't my way Home will never be Burn out the day Burn out the night I can't see no reason to put up a fight I'm living for giving the devil his due And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you Time is the essence Time is the season Time ain't no reason Got no time to slow Time everlasting Time to play B-sides Time ain't on my side Time I'll never know Burn out the day Burn out the night I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong or what's right I've seen suns that were freezin' and lives that were through Well I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you Burn out the day Burn out the night I can't see no reason to put up a fight I'm living for giving the devil his due And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you

light my fire has been extinguished by the man Alright, now listen, baby You don't care for me I don'-a care about that Gotta new fool, ha! I like it like that I have only one burning desire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire [Repeat 4 times] Listen here, baby and stop acting so crazy You say your mum ain't home, it ain't my concern, Just play with me and you won't get burned I have only one itching desire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire [Repeat 4 times] Oh! Move over, Rover and let Jimi take over Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout Yeah, get on with it, baby That's what I'm talking 'bout Now dig this! Ha! Now listen, baby You try to gimme your money you better save it, babe Save it for your rainy day I have only one burning desire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire

You've got to give it to meYou've got to give it to me You've got to give it to me You've got to give it to me You're so slick now, know every trick now You know I want it, I want it so bad You know I need it, I can't believe it So come on baby, Please relieve it Now you've been bugging me, Every night now You say you want it, You want it right now I can't get to it, I can't get through it So come on baby, Please You've got to get it up (give it up) You've got to get it up (give it up) You've got to get it up (give it up) You've got to get it up (give it up) Why keep me cold When it's so warm inside Come on baby Your love is too good to hide

I cant get any songs posted today... come and get it... When I came home last night You wouldn't make love to me You went fast asleep YOu wouldn't even talk to me said I'm so crazy Coming home intoxicated I said I just wanna love ya (I just wanna love you baby) Guess that's why I'm so elated (C'mon girl) Give it to me baby (give to me baby) Give it to me baby (give to me baby) Make it hot like you've had enough Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) Just give it to me baby Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) I'll make you hot like you had enough Give it to me Give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff (Give it to me) give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give me that stuff that sweet, funky stuff Oooooh HOW woo (Give to me baby) When I was high as the sky Out all night just dancing You say let's go home (c'mon, I'm tired let's go home) That's the time I start romancin' You say "how can I love ya?" (how can I love you baby) "When your body keeps on moving" I say "Wait til I sqeeze you" (oh) Maybe then you'll start to groovin' (c'mon girl) Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) (I betcha) I'll make ya hot like you had enough Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) (Just give it to me babyy) Give it to me baby (give it to me baby) (I betcha) I'll make ya hot like you had enough Give it to me Give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff (Give it to me) give me that stuff that funk that sweet that funky stuff Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give me that stuff that sweet, funky stuff Yoooooo Ho (Hey Girl) Give it to me what you say Give it to me what you say (give it to me) what you say (give it to me) what you say (Hey girl) Give it to me what you say Give it to me what you say Give it to me Give it to me (hey) Give it to me

Doors, Beatles and Badfinger songs copyrighted.... If you want my love, you got it When you need my love, you got it I won't hide it I won't throw your love away, ooh If you want my love, you got it When you need my love, you got it I won't hide it I won't throw your love away, ooh Yes, I thought you were a mystery girl A special girl in this crazy old world You couldn't see me when I laid eyes on you Lonely is only a place You don't know what it's like You can't fight it And it's a hole in my heart, in my heart If you want my love, you got it When you need my love, you got it I won't hide it I won't throw your love away, ooh You hold the secrets of love in this world I'm hypnotized by your every word A special face, a special voice, a special smile in my life 'Cause lonely is only a place You don't know what it's like You can't fight it And it's a hole in my heart, in my heart If you want my love, you got it When you need my love, you got it I won't hide it I won't throw your love away, ooh If you want my love, you got it When you need my love, you got it I won't hide it I won't throw your love away, ooh If you want my love, you got it When you need my love, you got it You won't hide it You won't throw your love away, ooh

Redbone is copyrighted as well... In this world, if you read the papers, Lord, You know everybody's fighting on with each other. You got no one you can count on, baby, Not even your own brother. So if someone comes along, He's gonna give you some love and affection I'd say get it while you can, yeah! Honey, get it while you can, Hey, hey, get it while you can, Don't you turn your back on love, no, no! Don't you know when you're loving anybody, baby, You're taking a gamble on a little sorrow, But then who cares, baby, 'Cause we may not be here tomorrow, no. And if anybody should come along, He gonna give you any love and affection, I'd say get it while you can, yeah! Hey, hey, get it while you can, Hey, hey, get it while you can. Don't you turn your back on love, No no no, no no no no no. Oh, get it while you can, Honey get it when you're gonna wanna need it dear, yeah yeah, Hey hey, get it while you can, Don't you turn your back on love, No no no, no no no no, get it while you can, I said hold on to somebody when you get a little lonely, dear, Hey hey, hold on to that man's heart, Yeah, get it, want it, hold it, need it, Get it, want it, need it, hold it, Get it while you can, yeah, Honey get it while you can, baby, yeah, Hey hey, get it while you can!

I gotta girl in Diddy Wah DiddyAin't no town and it ain't no city She loves her man till it's a pity Crazy 'bout my girl in Diddy Wah Diddy Diddy Wah Diddy Wah Diddy Wah This little girl is sweet as she can be I know she's in love with me A lovely face, she's so pretty She lives way down in Diddy Wah Diddy Diddy Wah Diddy Wah Diddy Wah Ain't no town, ain't no city Woh, how they love in Diddy Wah Diddy She kissed me all the time Gonna drive me outta my mind Any day she say she's ready Take her right back to Diddy Wah Diddy Diddy Wah Diddy Wah Diddy Wah

Walkin' down this rocky road Wondering where my life is leadin' Rollin' on to the bitter end Finding out along the way What it takes to keep love living You should know how it feels, my friend Ooh, I want you to stay Ooh, I want you today I'm ready for love Oh baby, I'm ready for love Ready for love Oh baby, I'm ready for love Now I'm on my feet again Better things are bound to happen All my dues surely must be paid Many miles and many tears Times were hard but now they're changing You should know that I'm not afraid Ooh, I want you to stay Ooh, I want you today I'm ready for love Oh baby, I'm ready for love I'm ready for love Oh baby, I'm ready for love Oh, for your love

No one to talk withAll by myself No one to walk with But I'm happy on the shelf Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you I know for certain The one I love I'm through with flirtin' It's just you I'm thinkin' of Ain't misbehavin' I'm savin' my love for you Like Jack Horner In the corner Don't go nowhere What do I care? Your kisses are worth waitin' for Believe me I don't stay out late Don't care to go I'm home about eight Just me and my radio Ain't misbehavin' Savin' my love for you Like Jack Horner In the corner Don't go nowhere What do I care? Your kisses are worth waitin' for Believe me Good night, Miami......hi to Ozark..... :-)

I wake in the night To find you on my mind Deep in a dream you'll always be Till the end of time I look in your eyes they touch my soul My love is hard to hide I'm never alone when we're apart I feel you by my side And here in my heart Where no one else will ever be I know who you are So lock the door and throw away the key Save all your love Save your love for me When I'm alone at night You're all I see I wake from a dream And see you by my side How could I belong to someone else When holding you feels so right? And here in my heart Where no one else will ever be We've made it so far So lock the door and throw away the key Save all your love Save your love for me When I'm alone at night You're all I see Save all your love Save your love for me Don't turn your back on me You're all I see I know who you are We've come so far So baby stay with me Save all your love Save your love for me Don't turn your back on me You're all I need Save your love Save your love Save all your love Save all your love Save your love Baby save all your love Save all your love have a good evening ; ^ D

Watching girls go passing byIt ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls go passing by The tales they tell of men I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend A smile relieves a heart that grieves Remember what I said I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend Don't need a whore I don't need no booze Don't need a virgin priest But I need someone I can cry to I need someone to protect Making love and breaking hearts It is a game for youth But I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend

You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me When the road looks rough ahead And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed You just remember what your old pal said Boy you've got a friend in me Yeah you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You got troubles and I got 'em too There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you We stick together, we can see it through 'Cause you've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am Bigger and stronger too Maybe But none of them Will ever love you the way I do It's me and you boy And as the years go by Our friendship will never die You're gonna see it's our destiny You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me

So no one told you life was gonna be this wayYour job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A. It's like you're always stuck in second gear When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but I'll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour) I'll be there for you (Like I've been there before) I'll be there for you ('Cause you're there for me too) You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight You've burned your breakfast, so far things are going great Your mother warned you there'd be days like these But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees that I'll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour) I'll be there for you (Like I've been there before) I'll be there for you ('Cause you're there for me too) No one could ever know me No one could ever see me Seems you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with Someone I'll always laugh with Even at my worst, I'm best with you, yeah! It's like you're always stuck in second gear When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year I'll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour) I'll be there for you (Like I've been there before) I'll be there for you ('Cause you're there for me too) I'll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour) I'll be there for you (Like I've been there before) I'll be there for you ('Cause you're there for me too) true dat......

I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man No, you can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometime you find You get what you need I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you might find You get what you need And I went down to the demonstration To get my fair share of abuse Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse" You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you just might find You get what you need I went down to the Chelsea drugstore To get your prescription filled I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy And man, did he look pretty ill We decided that we would have a soda My favorite flavor, cherry red I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead" I said to him You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You get what you need You get what you need--yeah, oh baby I saw her today at the reception In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need

You with the sad eyesDon't be discouraged Oh I realize It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small But I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow Show me a smile then, Don't be unhappy, can't remember When I last saw you laughing If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there And I'll see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow [Whisper:] Can't remember, when I last saw you laugh. If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there And I'll see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors True colors are shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow.

bleed into one...pure white. She's been gone since yesterday Oh I didn't care Never cared for yesterdays Fancies in the air No sighs or mysteries She lay golden in the sun No broken harmonies But I've lost my way She had rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Love should be a simple blend A whispering on the shore No clever words you can't defend They lead to never more No sighs or mysteries She lay golden in the sun No broken harmonies But I've lost my way She had rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Rainbow eyes Summer nights are colder now They've taken down the fair And all the lights have died somehow Or were they ever there No sighs or mysteries She lay golden in the sun No broken harmonies But I've lost my way She had rainbow eyes Uuuuh, uuh

This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end

I don't think that it's Gonna rain again today There's a devil at your side But an angel on her way Someone hit the light 'Cause there's more here to be seen When you caught my eye I saw everywhere I'd been And wanna go to You came on your own That's how you'll leave With hope in your hands And air to breathe I won't disappoint you As you fall apart Some things should be simple Even an end has a start Someone hit the light 'Cause there's more here to be seen When you caught my eye I saw everywhere I'd been And wanna go to You came on your own That's how you'll leave With hope in your hands And air to breathe You lose everything By the end Still my broken limbs You find time to mend More and more people I know are getting ill Pull something good from The ashes now be still You came on your own That's how you'll leave With hope in your hands And air to breathe You lose everything By the end Still my broken limbs You choose to mend You came on your own That's how you'll leave You came on your own That's how you'll leave You came on your own You came on your own

R.I.P. 8/28/15 - 10/28/15 ....keep a smile on your face and a song in your heart..... And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.....

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out Yeah! I'm floating around in ecstasy So don't stop me now don't stop me 'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go go go There's no stopping me I'm burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball Don't stop me now If you wanna have a good time Just give me a call Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time) Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time) I don't want to stop at all... yeah! I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars On a collision course I am a satellite I'm out of control I am a sex machine ready to reload Like an atom bomb about to Oh oh oh oh oh explode I'm burning through the sky Yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic woman of you Don't stop me Don't stop me Don't stop me Hey hey hey! Don't stop me Don't stop me Ooh ooh ooh (I like it) Don't stop me Don't stop me Have a good time, good time Don't stop me Don't stop me Ooh ooh alright Ooh I'm burning through the sky yeah! Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm trav'ling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball Don't stop me now If you wanna have a good time Just give me a call Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time) Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time) I don't wanna stop at all La la la la laaaa La la la la La la laa laa laa laaa La la laa la la la la la laaa hey!!.... Unless you're really ready to quit...

stick a fork in it, this has been WELL DONE......... good night Miami...... I'll see you in my dreams.......

I scare myself just thinking about youI scare myself when I'm without you I scare myself the moment that you're going I scare myself when I let my thoughts run And when they're running I keep thinking of you And when they're running What can I do? I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly I scare myself, it can get frightening I scare myself, to think what I could do I scare myself it's some kind of voodoo And with that voodoo I keep thinking of you And with that voodoo What can I do? But it's so so very different when we're together And I'm so so much calmer; I feel better Cause the stars already crossed our paths forever And the sooner that you realize it the better And then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself And I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself And my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself And I'll think of you and I won't scare myself

Love you too ms katniss.....happy halloween

Hey Cat Lady, great to hear from you. Have a spooktakular Halloween and Dio de las Muertos

You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurantYou can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant Walk right in, it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant... This song is called "Alice's Restaurant." It's about Alice, and the restaurant, but "Alice's Restaurant" is not the name of the restaurant, that's just the name of the song. That's why I call the song "Alice's Restaurant." Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago... two years ago, on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant. But Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room (seein' as how they took out all the pews), they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up here and found all the garbage in there and we decided that it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, and headed on toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across the dump sayin', "This dump is closed on Thanksgiving," and we'd never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes, we drove off into the sunset lookin' for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one till we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road was another fifteen-foot cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile was better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw ours down. That's what we did. Drove back to the church, had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from Officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on a envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes on the telephone, we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and he said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the Police Officer Station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the Police Officer Station. Now, friends, there was only one of two things that Obie could've done at the Police Officer Station, and the first was that he could've given us a medal for bein' so brave and honest on the telephone (which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it), and the other thing was that he could've bawled us out and told us never to be seen drivin' garbage around in the vicinity again, which is what we expected. But when we got to the Police Officer Station, there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested, handcuffed, and I said, "Obie, I can't pick up the garbage with these here handcuffs on." He said: "Shut up kid, and get in the back of the patrol car." And that's what we did . . . sat in the back of the patrol car, and drove to the quote scene of the crime unquote. I wanna tell you 'bout the town of Stockbridge, Massachusetts, where this is happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there was five police officers and three police cars, bein' the biggest crime of the last fifty years and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was usin' up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hangin' around the Police Officer Station. They was takin' plaster tire tracks, footprints, dog-smellin' prints and they took twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin' what each one was, to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner, the southwest corner . . . and that's not to mention the aerial photography! After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was gonna put us in a cell. He said: "Kid, I'm gonna put you in a cell. I want your wallet and your belt." I said, "Obie, I can understand your wantin' my wallet, so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" and he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangin's." I said, "Obie, did you think I was gonna hang myself for litterin'?" Obie said he was makin' sure, and, friends, Obie was, 'cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure. It was about four or five hours later that Alice--(remember Alice? There's a song about Alice.)--Alice came by and, with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in, said, "All rise!" We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures, and the judge walked in, sat down, with a seein' eye dog and he sat down. We sat down. Obie looked at the seein' eye dog . . . then at the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one . . . and looked at the seein' eye dog . . . and then at the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each on and began to cry. Because Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin' what each one was, to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined fifty dollars and had to pick up the garbage... in the snow. But that's not what I'm here to tell you about. I'm here to talk about the draft. They got a buildin' down in New York City called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected! I went down and got my physical examination one day, and I walked in, sat down (got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted to look like the All-American Kid from New York City. I wanted to feel like . . . I wanted to be the All-American Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things. And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that said: "Kid, see the psychiatrist in room 604." I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I wanna kill. I wanna kill! I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat dead, burnt bodies! I mean: Kill. Kill!" And I started jumpin' up and down, yellin' "KILL! KILL!" and he started jumpin' up and down with me, and we was both jumpin' up and down, yellin', "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" and the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said "You're our boy". Didn't feel too good about it. Proceeded down the hall, gettin' more injections, inspections, detections, neglections, and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours... three hours... four hours... I was there for a long time goin' through all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things, and I was just havin' a tough time there, and they was inspectin', injectin', every single part of me, and they was leavin' no part untouched! Proceeded through, and I finally came to see the very last man. I walked in, sat down, after a whole big thing there. I walked up, and I said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question: Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of Alice's Restaurant Massacree with full orchestration and five-part harmony and stuff like that, and other phenomenon. He stopped me right there and said, "Kid, have you ever been to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one . . . He stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go over and sit down on that bench that says 'Group W'." And I walked over to the bench there, and there's... Group W is where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committin' your special crime. There was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-lookin' people on the bench there . . . there was mother-rapers . . . father-stabbers . . . father-rapers! FATHER-RAPERS sittin' right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible and crime fightin' guys were sittin' there on the bench, and the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one . . . the meanest father-raper of them all . . . was comin' over to me, and he was mean and ugly and nasty and horrible and all kinds of things, and he sat down next to me. He said, "Kid, what'd you get?" I said, "I didn't get nothin'. I had to pay fifty dollars and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" and I said, "Litterin'"' . . . . And they all moved away from me on the bench there, with the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean, nasty things, till I said, "And creatin' a nuisance . . . " And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', . . . all kinds of groovy things that we was talkin' about on the bench, and everything was fine. We was smokin' cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the sergeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said: "KIDSTHISPIECEOFPAPERSGOTFOURTYSVENPAGESTHIRTYSEVENSENTENCESFIFTYEIGHTWORDSWEWANTTOKNOWTHEDETAILSOFTHECRIMETHETIMEOFTHECRIMEANDANYOTHERKINDOFTHINGYOUGOTTOSAYPERTAININGTOANDABOUTTHECRIMEWEWANTTOKNOWTHEARRESTINGOFFICERSNAMEANDANYOTHERTHINGYOUGOTTOSAY . . ." And he talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said. But we had fun fillin' out the forms and playin' with the pencils on the bench there. I filled out the Massacree with the four-part harmony. Wrote it down there just like it was and everything was fine. And I put down my pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there . . . on the other side . . . in the middle of the other side . . . away from everything else on the other side . . . in parentheses . . . capital letters . . . quotated . . . read the following words: "Kid, have you rehabilitated yourself?" I went over to the sergeant. Said, "Sergeant, you got a lot of god-damned gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself! I mean . . . I mean . . . I mean that you send . . . I'm sittin' here on the bench . . . I mean I'm sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind! We're gonna send your fingerprints off to Washington"! And, friends, somewhere in Washington, enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singin' you the song now is 'cause you may know somebody in a similar situation. Or you may be in a similar situation, and if you're in a situation like that, there's only one thing you can do: Walk into the shrink wherever you are, just walk in, say, "Shrink, . . . you can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant", and walk out. You know, if one person, just one person, does it, they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And if three people do it! Can you imagine three people walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? They may think it's an organization! And can you imagine fifty people a day? I said FIFTY people a day . . . walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? Friends, they may think it's a MOVEMENT, and that's what it is: THE ALICE'S RESTAURANT ANTI-MASSACREE MOVEMENT! . . . and all you gotta do to join is to sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar. With feelin'... You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant Walk right in, it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant...

So this is Christmas and what have you done,Another year over, a new one just begun. And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun, The near and the dear ones, the old and the young. A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one without any fears. And so this is Christmas for weak and for strong, The rich and the poor ones, the road is so long. And so happy Christmas for black and for white For the yellow and red ones let's stop all the fights. A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one without any fear. And so this is Christmas and what have we done Another year over, a new one just begun. And so happy Christmas we hope you have fun The near and the dear ones, the old and the young. A very merry Christmas and a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one without any fear. War is over if you want it, war is over now.

For the longest time, I had trouble understanding how my father—a stern, quick-to-anger disciplinarian—could also be a Deadhead. So when the Dead announced Fare Thee Well last year, I made sure to buy tickets and fly home to Chicago to attend shows with my dad. I wanted to witness a side of him I knew existed, but never quite understood. And I write about that experience here: https://features.wearemel.com/my-disciplinarian-father-the-deadhead-cc7…

I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actressWhen you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress With my father in a casket, I had no plans, yeah And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet And it hardened like my heart did when you left town But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time While the church discouraged, any lust that burned within me Yes my flesh, it was my currency, but I held true So I drive a taxi, and the traffic distracts me From the strangers in my backseat, they remind me of you But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time And the only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce But I've read this script and the costume fits, so I'll play my part I was Cleopatra, I was taller than the rafters But that's all in the past now, gone with the wind Now a nurse in white shoes leads me back to my guestroom It's a bed and a bathroom And a place for the end I won't be late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time

this note's for you... May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young. love from da buff....

Up on the white verandaShe wears a necktie and a Panama hat Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothing like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in She smiles, walks the other way As the last ship sails and the moon fades away From Black Diamond Bay As the morning light breaks open, the Greek comes down And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write Pardon, monsieur, the desk clerk says Carefully removes his fez Am I hearing you right And as the yellow fog is lifting The Greek is quickly heading for the second floor She passes him on the spiral staircase Thinking he's the Soviet Ambassador She starts to speak, but he walks away As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway On Black Diamond Bay A soldier sits beneath the fan Doing business with a tiny man who sells him a ring Lightning strikes, the lights blow out The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout Can you see anything Then the Greek appears on the second floor In his bare feet with a rope around his neck While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle Says, open up another deck But the dealer says, attendez-vous, s'il vous plait As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away From Black Diamond Bay The desk clerk heard the woman laugh As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough He tried to grab the woman's hand Said, here's a ring, it cost a grand She said, that ain't enough Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb She passed the door that the Greek had locked Where a handwritten sign read, do not disturb She knocked upon it anyway As the sun went down and the music did play On Black Diamond Bay I've got to talk to someone quick But the Greek said, go away, and he kicked the chair to the floor He hung there from the chandelier She cried, help, there's danger near Please open up the door Then the volcano erupted And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner Thinking of forbidden love But the desk clerk said, it happens every day As the stars fell down and the fields burned away On Black Diamond Bay As the island slowly sank The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room The dealer said, it's too late now You can take your money, but I don't know how You'll spend it in the tomb The tiny man bit the soldier's ear As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her My darling, je vous aime beaucoup She sheds a tear and then begins to pray As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away From Black Diamond Bay I was sitting home alone one night in L.A. Watching old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news It seems there was an earthquake that Left nothing but a Panama hat And a pair of old Greek shoes Didn't seem like much was happening So I turned it off and went to grab another beer Seems like every time you turn around There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear And there's really nothing anyone can say And I never did plan to go anyway To Black Diamond Bay

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet? We sit 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 the key chain And the 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 really insane Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near She’s delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna’s not here The ghost of ’lectricity 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 a farewell kiss to me He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall How can I explain? Oh, 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 But Mona Lisa musta 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” Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him Sayin’, “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, he now steps to the road He writes ev’rything’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

I’m crawling out of the woodwork this year after a long time not really talking about Jerry stuff, and the joy you can find on tour with him as he is ever present to you there! Since I parted ways with Weir, I don’t do it as much publicly but I’m in touch with Jerry - he’s happy, enjoys his special time of year, and loves you all still as much as ever! Let’s enjoy the spirit world like we all do so well, as we are forever together until the end of all things!
The Astral Apache instigated an interesting meeting of two different tribes of spirit workers, so to speak! Apache (ever rascal ) wanted to see Steve Gonsalves from Ghost Hunters at a book signing recently. Now we all watch the astral-evidence collecting shows but who knew really what was up? Apache wanted more dirt lol. So Apache & I went, entrained as we do. Apache wanted to find out if Steve could channel, himself; and more specifically his goal was to see if Steve could channel a •feline• spirit! People who’ve seen Steve’s show know he’s the guy who rips your evidence apart and only accepts what is truly irrefutable lol. I was so delighted by their exchange! Apache’s a young dude, a kid in the way he speaks, and he was welcomed with open arms into a great conversation by Steve who was rather entertained by the notion that a spirit came to his book reading at the Barnes & Noble in Eastview Mall with his Telepathic Animal Communicator mother lol. Apparently no other astrals come to his book signings (or if they do they don’t speak up lol).
So since then, my new friend Steve Gonsalves & I have exchanged war stories lol and have found that our approaches mesh even though Steve’s from another side of spirit world research that is of a very different orientation than what I’m used to. I used in-university style research to do all my training. I pick my teachers from school. Have you watched the ghost hunting style shows on tv yet? I want you to - to help you open your mind to the very real aspect of communicating with Garcia and our other long lost family (they’re not gone at all!) My team reviewed the big ghost hunting shows a few years ago so I could see what those folks were up to; I was blown away with the advances in data collection, and some of it is groundbreaking technology designed specifically for connecting with the spirit world. It’s not fake, it scientifically valid and I know some of the shows get a little theatrical but the science is solid! I think watching them will break the grip that doubt might have on you, which may limit your ability to be open to receiving communications from your own loved ones, including our own Jerry! Maybe you just sense his presence. Don’t forget: the spirits can hear you even if you’re not yet open to them enough to hear them!
Speaking of Apache & Steve’s now infamous lol first communication at the bookstore… my mentor Penelope Smith is back at teaching - right now - she’s come out of retirement to reinvigorate the field of study that she pioneered: Telepathic Animal Communication. Do you think telepathy is nonsense? Do yourself a huge big favor and check out the book “The End of Materialism: How Evidence of the Paranormal Is Bringing Science and Spirit Together” by Charles Tart. In it, altered states of consciousness researcher and “transpersonal psychologist Charles Tart presents over fifty years of scientific research conducted at the nation's leading universities that proves humans do have natural spiritual impulses and abilities.” With that in mind, you could consider taking a course with Penelope Smith (or other trainee teachers) in Non-Human Animal Communication! And to bring it all back to Garcia, let’s not forget that we are the band beyond description for a reason… we all enter [bluntly speaking] into a non-local thought based, entrained, group mind experience at shows. With empathic bonds that bridge the division and separation that can overwhelm one during regular ordinary everyday routines. The Charles Tart “End of Materialism” primer discusses not only telepathy, but also clairvoyance, precognition, psychokinesis, and distance healing; and is a great foundation of knowledge to bring with you to shows!

My compass always points to terrapin! <3
Love, Sandy
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