Grateful Dead

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people people can you hear melisten up and I'll speak clearly the lines are drawn the teams are picked we look around and nod to our teammates first we see the light how it shines then we check our own shit cause when you walk down into the pit on purpose whatever shit you haven't checked that's what folks will nail you on beat you about the head with your own shit and who's to blame for that the non-shit checker, that's who shit checked we move down like diving weights we artificially descend into the garden of eden movie called hell it's all in your mind if the the truth to this story you mean to find if the light shines and you run into it that is good, see you on the final day if the light shines and you run away come over here you are mine yeah well maybe I don't like it anymore than you But what you lack is discipline and that's what I do take it and like it is what I recommend the other option is hard on your rear end or you can light yourself on fire until your hair burns it's all been done until the lesson's learned it's a bad day get over it turn all the those arrows pointed down around it's a frickin' everyday party in reality where you been what got stuck up your bum? well, no matter well come in how you look? look this way, all is well look that way, all is hell why look that way, if you already been having a bad day? at least it got to make sense what we see information needs interpretation did you hire mr love or mr fear as your interpreter mr love, go on I'll see you on that golden shore mr fear, come on over here, you are mine I know I am liking it less than you but it is the mountain that I know so put on your boots here we go

thanks, Turtle, that image just flashed in my mind, and I wrote it before thinking about it.

This one is good and heavy....Thanks for sharing....

As they walked him down the row for the last timeI stood against the bars to nod and say farewell As he passed, he reached out his hands and paused He handed me a hand carved music box worn but not broken Johnny had this before me, he said, and Dave, then Fred Before him Ernie had it, and Jimmy before him, and Tommy was the one who carved it, and made it run Playing pretty music all day long And when it stopped, you wound it up And started it again. The music box was in my hands, what was I to do I looked him straight in the eye And said thankyou You know what this means to me, And I know what it means to you. And in that frozen moment, we knew. The music box upon my shelf Playing its tiny notes until the day that they come to walk me down the final row And I slow and stop And put it into your hands The music box plays And when it stops You wind it up And start again The music box plays

She lets out even less than she lets inWhat she's really thinking What she's really knowing There's no way of telling She isn't fond of showing She lets out even less than she lets in Her pretzel folded world Still baking in her mind Doesn't mean to be unkind Never lets herself unwind She lets out even less than she lets in On guard against invasion Can't master all her senses Be mindful of her fences Elaborate pretenses She lets out even less than she lets in She drapes over her canvas Before you see her painting She needs to keep you waiting Her demons unabating She lets out even less than she lets in She'll wander to the edge Won't let herself slip over Can't risk it for the clover A melancholy drover She lets out even less than she lets in Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.

sleep little angel sleeprest your little haloed head tiny dakini dreams enfold you you made it all this way with no help rest now, I put a blanket on you dim the light and look back over my shoulder you give and the world takes the world you love hates you back if you werent lifting so manys' thought Id move you back to the barnwood shack things were so simple there a metal tank to put your water in a hole in the ground for what come out the other end windows that let in the day time sun get covered up to keep out the nighttime frost but no one needs your help in heaven So here we are you and me sleeping out here on the street listening to the streetsweeper sweep huddled up in blankets to keep warm we'll face another day when it's dawn the knees get cold the stomach gnaws here come the garbage behemoths banging down the way all the things that need to happen before the dream can start another day who's happy today just like withdrawing your arms from the glovebox I withdraw from the world and am awakened to our pre-existing perfection what to say? what to do? ah

every vine that bears not good fruit will I pluck Anyone that opens not their door to my son Them will I bar from my own house For I am King and the Law of the land The one who put the collar on you and pulls your leash Is under my command Turn your thought to the good To see my lands They are fine and full over flowing with all goodness As long as you go on Caring not one for the other There will be no peace in the world It is not a large thing for a man to lay down his wrong and pick up the right and go on If you understand the meaning of "food for thought", then you know All is well