Grateful Dead

Saint Stephen with a roseIn and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain --R. Hunter

Human raceFloating through space A tiny drop of life Among the stars Precious mind A living eye Where space and time And dreams collide And we're light years away Where we started from Dancing in circles And banging the drum Over the rainbow Or under the gun Let it shine Precious mind

Human raceFloating through space A tiny drop of life Among the stars Precious mind A living eye Where space and time And dreams collide And we're light years away Where we started from Dancing in circles And banging the drum Over the rainbow Or under the gun Let it shine Precious mind

If it is sweet release you need,The word for today is already You are already out For you were never in Never born to never die If nothing is ever born What is there ever to die?

Grantchester Meadows (Waters) "Icy wind of night be gone this is not your domain" In the sky a bird was heard to cry. Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds Belied the deathly silence that lay all around. Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox Gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer Making for the sea. In the lazy water meadow I lay me down. All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground. Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox Gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees. In the lazy water meadow I lay me down. All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground. Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox Gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

Slim's Chance 3/11/10 He was born in the diggins' Back in '54 His daddy a miner His momma a whore And just like the pickins' They called his name Slim And daddy soon died When a tunnel caved in He was raised in a barroom Until he was four Then the diggins' dried up And the town was no more From Yuba to Boise Then Leadville they rode Just like momma said They would follow the gold He learned how to gamble And drink with the rest And when he was twelve Shot a thief in the chest When the gold all played out Momma headed back west And Slim took a job With the Pony Express He rode like the wind With hardly a care Except for the injuns Who wanted his hair But the life was too fast paced And Slim was still young So he filed a land claim Up in Oregon He met a young missy And made her his wife They vowed that they'd both be Together for life They built a nice cabin To shelter their heads And he grew the wheat While she baked the bread One day the news came A new strike was on! There's buckets of gold Up in the Yukon The wife and Slim argued But Slim made it clear He'd be back with a fortune Inside a year Slim headed up north Oh he had to move fast But winter came on And closed Chilicoot Pass Oh fate can be fickle When you're chasing your dreams By the time he hit Dawson They'd claimed all the seams Two years had gone by Before Slim got home Dressed all in rags With nothin' to show He thought that he'd tell her That he's done with that life But a city-boy dandy Had stolen his wife She'd took all they had And sold his fine claim He thought then and there He might blow out his brains But momma once said A man carries his load And doesn't stop ridin' Till the end of the road So Slim dried his eyes And picked himself up He poured out a dram And downed the whole cup He packed up his outfit Of horse, gun, and pan And some say he's still out there Riding the land

It wasn't a happy man It wasn't a happy man who fired the opening rounds It wasn't a happy man who formed the first fist It wasn't a happy man who started the first war It wasn't a happy man who threw the first stone I am a happy man Why would I follow that unhappy man? I am a happy man Who is not made happier by a deadlier weapon Or a more cutting remark The examples of my life Are other happy people I follow their footsteps Not the steps Of that unhappy man It was not a happy man who started the first fight It was not a happy man who caused the atomic light It was not a happy man who kept the woman down It was not a happy man who burnt the towers to the ground I am a happy man I am travelling the other way From that unhappy man But I understand Happiness ends most problems In a grateful smile Brought me out of A nose dive Made me Glad to be alive A happy man

If you could see my mind, if you really look deep, then maybe you'll find That somewhere there will be a place, hidden behind my comedian face You will find somewhere there's a house, and inside that house there's a room Locked in the room in the corner you see A voice is waiting for me, to set it free, I got the key, I got the key Voices, I hear voices In my head the voice is waiting, waiting for me to set it free I locked it inside my imagination, but I'm the one who's got the combination Some people didn't like what the voice did say So I took the voice and I locked it away, I got the key, I got the key Voices, I hear voices, voices, I hear voices Chorus: Don't look back, look straight ahead, don't turn away, then the voice it said Don't look back, yesterday's gone, don't turn away, you can take it on (Solo) Voices, I hear voices, voices, I hear voices (chorus repeats 3x) Voices, voices, voices, voices - don't look back Voices, voices (chorus repeats 2x)...

Mind is LoveA mandala The closer you arrive Into the center The better it is If you are Getting a little cold Standing where you are Move closer to the fire Of love Mind is Love A mandala Moving closer To the center Means surrender Or hold your self away For some gratuitous turbulence But why not allow your fingers to part And let the feather Fly in the wind Mind is Love A mandala Seen from the center Looking out on what All my friends Know The sound of my voice All may ever freely enter We can talk about the roses And the craftmanship that went into Constructing the gate But sooner than later Let us Have our ticket torn And enter the house The house of sound and light Where the flying masters are presently Experimenting Let us be Silent and listening For a moment in time To experience their absolute joy Expressed in sound We come together al-one Mind is Love A mandala Move towards the center The sound is better

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