Grateful Dead

what's that Stanley? A request....ok... Now on K DED a little change of pace.... I was in New Jersey visiting the town of Trenton About a 3000 mile swim from Great Britain But please don’t try to swim it I was just kiddin' The water’s too cold and most whales don’t like to be ridden Anyway I was just there for a little house sitting On a cold winter day that almost left me frost bitten Then I saw on the wall a note that my friend had written Beware of Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten I was sitting in the living room a really nice room to sit in But it had a big hand made blanket that didn’t quite fit in It must have been made by someone who really likes knitting But probably not Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten It’s for her this silly song was written Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten I didn’t know that Cocoa was under the blanket hidden Till suddenly she jumped out and ran towards me unbidden Then she jumped up and pounced my hand and it got bitten By Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten If I had only known it was coming I would have worn a mitten If I could find one that my hand would fit in It didn’t really hurt I’m the first to be admitting The bite from Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten I said I know you’re just playing but biting me is forbidden My hand’s not something your teeth should be putting a dent in If they weren’t so sharp then maybe I’d be permitting A bite from Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten Chorus She was so cute that soon I was totally smitten She looked like a cat that I had once the image was spitting She was so crazy when she played that my laughter was side splitting Because of Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten Then I looked at the time and saw how late it was getting My house sitting was done, it was time for me to be quitting I said you are a cat that I won’t soon be forgetting And I hugged goodbye Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico Cocoa the cute little coo coo calico kitten

Another week gone...almost.... ba dus been on autopilot all night... No worse for the wear.... Coffee is on and it is the best brew ever....something from the Philzone... Thanks for bringing in the paper Sarge....anything interesting? (This is the dog talking....now) I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph. He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure If he was from the House of Lords. I saw a film today, oh boy The English army had just won the war A crowd of people turned away But I just had to look Having read the book I'd love to turn you on. Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, Somebody spoke and I went into a dream. I read the news today oh boy Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall. I'd love to turn you on. All you Santa Clara dreamers...dance and twirl....and please wear tiedye so when I watch the webcast, I can put shirts and dresses with names, will make finding you all in Chicago easier....btw I'm the guy in the tiedye pinstriped zootsuit.... As a public service announcement, one of our riders needs well wishes and happy thoughts sent their way...if you are so inclined....please do so....thanks from the driving wheel....

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah, yeah Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, one It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no, no, no Goodnight Irene goodnight I'll see you in my dreams... You too TOO I dream a lot!!!!!!

Gonna put da bus on auto-pilot Gotta batton down the hatches in STL Cause it looks like rain and it feels like rain HERE COMES THE RAIN!

I was going downtownJust the other day to meet my mates They said I'll meet you down Down in that mean old play ground I can shack my rattle, rattle my bones Just don't lay down before you're done You can rag, momma, rag You can't help it if it's not your bag Down in the St.Louis Cemetery Got the St. Louis Cemetery blues We shall walk through the valley Walk through the valley soon We shall talk with the spirits Talk with the spirits soon Even Jesus himself shall be our leader And you can rag, momma, rag You can't help it if it's not your bag Down in the St. Louis Cemetery Got those St. Louis Cemetery Blues!

Bus RiiiiiiiiiiderGet up in the mornin' get on the bus Bus Riiiiiiiiiider Ride ride no I don't wanna ride

Sweet - desolation blvd! (not row) Oh.... bus driver, it was me. She was the one who fell out the back earlier. I got a soft spot for her, ya know. I let her back on the bus 'cause boy can she run. All she had to do was start walking backwards (back towards the bus), open her mouth, start bellowing yeah yeah yeeeeeaaaaahhhh (as in Playin in the band), and all that hot air coming out rocketed her back into the back bumper in seconds... ...it was at that moment (since I was sitting in the back) that I flopped the back window open, grabbed her with both hands and flung her into the back seat. Luckily for me the jolt of me grabbing her caused her to close her mouth and we were able to resume the bus ride without incident. Had she kept her mouth open...well, use your imagination.

...with Dylan/Cash on "Girl from the North Country". g'night, rgr. I gotta get off-a this machine before my eyes fall outta my head. Your serve, kind sir. Perhaps a sweet hitch-a-hiker'll come along for the return.

Heading down south to the land of the pinesI'm thumbing my way into North Carolina Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in seventeen hours Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight So rock me momma like a wagon wheel Rock me momma any way you feel Hey momma rock me Rock me momma like the wind and the rain Rock me momma like a south bound train Hey momma rock me Running from the cold up in New England I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more

I am an American aquarium drinkerassassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you? Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers This is not a joke, so please stop smiling What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt? I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming Take it from the inside, baby hold on tight You were so right when you said that I've been drinking What was I thinking when I said good night? I want to hold you in the Bible-black predawn You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now Take off your Band-Aid because I don't believe in touchdowns What was I thinking when I said hello? I'd always thought that if I held you tightly You'd always love me like you did back then Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking What was I thinking when I let you back in? I am trying to break your heart I am trying to break your heart But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy I am trying to break your heart Disposable Dixie-cup drinking assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you? Loves you I'm the man who loves you ...love me some Wilco, too.