Grateful Dead

You'll never write now What you would have written then, And you'll never write again What you would have written now...

It was an internet romanceYou know what that means No chance She wanted me to Take off my pants And she would send me pictures She was gonna send me pictures Then she told me what She was gonna do to me Right there and then up On the bar stool I got a funny feeling Like I was gonna sneeze It was an online fling That lasted one week long And that's a long long time In cyber romparama land It was all about fingers And tongues and places Places that were gonna Make like funny faces We couldn't get enough Deadlines came and then Deadlines went But we were insatiable It was something to see The maddest of passion All without noise But the lonely twisted Clickety clack Clickety clack It was an internet romance And you know what that means No chance She wanted me to Take off my pants She was gonna send me pictures She was gonna send me pictures Clickety clack Clickety clack Clickety clack Clickety clack

Leaving them all in the dustThere's no one who can keep up Me and my hotrod Racing around the track Taking the turns so tightly Rubbing the curb so lightly Leaving them all in the dust There's noone who can keep up They take a running start and jump But a wind whips up and blows Like a dust devil whipping around Nothing can pass through the ring Of thundering sound The wind shakes the windows The wind shakes the walls But nothing rattles Nothing falls Leaving them all in the dust There's no one who can keep up Taking the turns so tightly Rubbing the curb so lightly Me and my hotrod Racing around the track

Hell heats up on the weekends Hell heats up on the weekends On Monday morning all the little red devils Slink back to work in their prius' s and suv's Chafing in their business suits Submitting to the dominant paradigm It makes them burn Inside So come the weekend, they turn it all around The bossy's become the bossed The servants play Master And everyone has a real good time Until Monday, Monday morning When all the little red tails Come off, and the goatees Disappear. And America goes back to work again. It's submitting to the dominant paradigm Again my friend Whose got the nads to step outside And take a freath of bresh air Ahhhhhhh Hell heats up on the weekends You got to reserve your table For three, weeks in advance It's full of weekend succubi And the curious fawns What a funny sight to see Hiding in the darkness To escape the bright morning sun Hell heats up on the weekends

the ballad of cc joe born from the loins of lies and deceit who were they? they just met on the street the greed of her, intoxication from him the result, well, a bit more than a whim "a bastard, that is what you are" so they said to me "a trouble maker, you will never go far" so said while slapping my wrist in that nunnery ran away, joined our circus when I was in junior high got on the bus, made my way, I got by heads helping out, taking me under their wing tought me what I needed to know, what songs to sing a year or so passed, got into high school couldn't listen to all them rules quit again, hit the tour school was always such a bore finally got my GED Nuns said "you have to figure out what you will be" my retort: 'can't I just be me?' 'who I am, just little old, cc?' got into 'higher' education for half a term discovered there was more to learn from the road that tought me, the tours that tought me well never did need to listen to no school bell over the years, the time passed, made my life as fate would have it, found my wife she is the source of all joy, playing her fife with the right background music, never any strife we 'walk the earth' together hand in hand listening to tunes in our head; well, you know from which band... trying to do 'good' though maybe not always doing 'well' made our own standards, and we be happy as hell a tear in my eye, as I think on the past wonder how long this life will last? don't matter, I'll see you all in the next world I'll be there, holding hands with my gurl ( -;

realy cool i need to show this to my wife..huge phish fan..i consider it a mixed marriage

the phish is back in townaha 311 riding around in his rover Now the dayglo frame shades are rolling around town With the backwards cap Is that still in? And double chained linked leash With the two hounds of hell On the other end What place did you come from, pilgrim that you need these scary beasts? Do you bring your own steel door with you? the phish is back in town It all starts out summer of love And ends up with fights in the park Which happens to be My front yard So here we go the phish is back in town Can the horse be far behind Will I have to lose battalions of friends Again? the phish is back in town But I am not wearing a frown All my old friends will Be back around Church St will look like Shakedown Street again Whatever you want Look for Lucy in the sky She's got diamonds Harry's hanging loose with his shoes On a rock And they carted that poetry reading guy off Yesterday For reading poetry again. the phish is back in town Let's do it a little better This time around You've all got kids and jobs now the phish is back in town

It is in the rainAnother metaphor for you and me You'll see You're not going anywhere But I'm already gone Left the building with Elvis Truckin on down to the store Gonna pick up a sheet of paper Then I'm gonna read me some more Alliteration, synopsis, allegory Thematic melodiousness You turned on a dime One too many times And lost yourself in the dust Love took care of me All the way through Can the same be said To be true of your lust. While you were Heaving and swaying To the sounds of the reaper I was reading the paper Wide asleep Now you are in the middle Of your membrane, eggshell All I have to do is whisper All you can do is yell But some one would have to be Listening. It is in the rain Falling outside both our doors One sounds sweet The other sounds like The end of time.

Love youWant you Need you There I said it It is out in the air Got to have you Can't live without you Don't even want to be around If you're not here It happened quick Now we're in the thick With no one at the helm We're set adrift Love you Want you Need you All the weak things You're not supposed to say Love you Want you need you Got to have you Can't live without you

Don't deny the dying name, gathering its ever developing sense of closure.We can't be what we're not, arriving at a moment of objectivity. Upon the cornerstone, this foundation won't last For what once was evaporates through a protective depth. Reconcile the earth, chant the Lords Prayer as stream of conscience. Fade into clarity, certain beginnings appear in the hour I witness myself dying Anonymous silhouette, transcending intuitive mystery, eclipsed in loss of cover Distance seems silent amongst its delicate charade, alluding unto a presence guide. This will to live, will be a greatest attempt at faith and understanding. Anonymously simplified, tears reckon these memories of being. Sand in the ethereal hourglass is from Galilee, incense cleans the air from the alter Aeolian glide cast above, leave the window open until it rains. Exhausted seraphs hide where no one else knows. Witness this transfigurations beckoning to answer. Revealing where the inevitable can't hide seen through inactivity Hollow lock, empty key, cobweb clues, discovered, forgotten in the same instinct. The distance between thee inevitable infinite, eventual eternity. The once steadfast turns into ash. Museum of ancient secrets, a history in likeness of haunting interactions Timeless wait, tireless watch, drifting, resisting, falling where once they stood. All that dwells in the center of the glint radiance. Beautiful silence skilled with wisdom of ordinary acts of spirit. Simplest surrounding acknowledging transparency, ubiquity cloaked without indication Questioning a contrast of anomaly, voices attempting to answer. Here brightness, bequeaths its generous acceptance. Transpire with dignity, close the door, fade behind open windows. Empty spaces echo throughout the same shadow within after-shadow Neglected sigh, out of mind, unique reminders still too distant, again too far away. Primordial insight leaves our eyes a description of neutralism Complete our gathering, call and response, mercy, acceptance. Witness the wind, illuminative, be gone, remain here no more. Closer to attainment as we close our eyes.