Grateful Dead

Hated this song back when Peter Gabriel recorded it....now in my old age with a glimmer of life's wisdom....I get it.... The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts, some figures and instructions for dancing But I, I love it when you read to me. And you, You can read me anything. The book of love has music in it, In fact that's where music comes from. Some of it is just transcendental, Some of it is just really dumb. But I, I love it when you sing to me. And you, You can sing me anything. The book of love is long and boring, And written very long ago. It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes, And things we're all too young to know. But I, I love it when you give me things. And you, You ought to give me wedding rings. And I, I love it when you give me things. And you, You ought to give me wedding rings. You ought to give me wedding rings.

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull, I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. Girls' faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, thought, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach My existence led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now.

Can't hang with walking on sunshine...reminds me of Stephanie Miller and Look Who's Talking. Doin’ alright A little jivin’ on a Saturday night And come what may gonna dance the day away Jenny was sweet She always smiled for the people she’d meet Trouble and strife She had another way of looking at life News is blue Has no way to get to you What can I do When I remember my time with you Driver’s seat (oh) Driver’s seat (oh yea) Driver’s seat (ooh) Driver’s seat (oh yea) Doin’ alright A little jivin’ on a Saturday night And come what may gonna dance the day away Pick up your feet Got to move to the trick of the beat There is no elite Just take your place in the driver’s seat News is blue Has no way to get to you What can I do When I remember my time with you Driver’s seat (oh) Driver’s seat (oh yea) Driver’s seat (ooh) Driver’s seat (oh yea)

Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptionsAnd she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good, when everything is against me Picks me up when I'm feeling down, so I've got something to show Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same old plot Staring at empty pages, flowing along the ages Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard, but I got something to show Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same old plot Staring at empty pages, flowing along the ages Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same old plot Staring at empty pages, flowing along the ages Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud I'd been thinking I'm working too hard, but I got something to show Your love Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know

Got a box full of letters Think you might like to read Some things that you might like to see But they're all addressed to me Wish I had a lotta answers 'Cause that's the way it should be For all these questions Being directed at me I just can't find the time To write my mind the way I want it to read You'll come back again And I'll still be your friend I got a lot of your records In a separate stack Some things that I might like to hear But I guess I'll give 'em back I wish I had a lotta answers 'Cause that's the way it should be All these questions Being directed at me Just can't find the time To write my mind the way I want it to read You'll come back again And I'll still be your friend I can't find the time To write my mind the way I want it to read Just can't find the time To write my mind the way I want it to read

I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I'm sureAnd I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down 'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa I'm walking on sunshine, whoa I'm walking on sunshine, whoa And don't it feel good Hey, all right now And don't it feel good Hey, yeah

So many days you passed me byYou saw the tears standin' in my eye You wouldn't stop to make me feel better By leavin' me a card or a letter Please Mister Postman look and see Is there a letter oh yeah in your bag for me? You know its been so long Yes since I heard from this boyfriend of mine...

Brilliant reference.....I'm not worthy.... Return to sender Return to sender I gave a letter to the postman, He put it his sack. Bright in early next morning, He brought my letter back. She wrote upon it: Return to sender, address unknown. No such number, no such zone. We had a quarrel, a lovers' spat I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back. So then I dropped it in the mailbox And sent it special D. Bright in early next morning It came right back to me. She wrote upon it: Return to sender, address unknown. No such person, no such zone. This time I'm gonna take it myself And put it right in her hand. And if it comes back the very next day Then I'll understand the writing on it Return to sender, address unknown. No such number, no such zone. Return to sender Return to sender Return to sender Return to sender

Trains, planes and automobiles... Give me a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home My baby just wrote me a letter I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home My baby just wrote me a letter Well she wrote me a letter Told me she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister can't you see I gotta get back to my baby once more, anyway Give me a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home My baby just wrote me a letter Well she wrote me a letter Told me she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister can't you see I gotta get back to my baby once more, anyway Give me a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home My baby just wrote me a letter Cause my baby just wrote me a letter

ooh this is perfect...I lose my shit when this song comes on: Rosanna's daddy had a car she loved to drive Stole the keys one night and took me for a ride Turned up the music just as loud as it could go Blew out the speakers in her daddy's radio She was shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) Snappin' her fingers (oh oh ooo oh) She was movin' round and round (oh oh ooo oh) That girl was shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) We started drinkin' wasn't thinkin' too straight She was doin' 80 and she slammed on the brakes Got so high we had to pull to the side We did some shakin' 'til the middle of the night Shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) Snappin' her fingers (oh oh ooo oh) She was up and down and round and round Shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) Shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) (oh oh ooo oh) (oh oh ooo oh) (oh oh ooo oh) I got a little nervous When she took her coat off She looked so pretty Ahh yeah I'm always talkin' baby talkin' too much I love that little girl and I just can't get enough It takes a lonely night with nowhere to go Just call Rosanna, it's a hell of a show And she's shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) Snappin' her fingers (oh oh ooo oh) She'll be movin' round and round (oh oh ooo oh) Oh she's shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) Shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) Snappin' her fingers (oh oh ooo oh) She'll be movin' up and down (oh oh oo oh) Round and round and round (oh oh ooo oh) And shakin' (oh oh ooo oh) Sha sha sha sha sha she was shakin' Sha sha sha sha sha she was shakin' Sha sha sha sha sha she was shakin' Sha sha sha sha sha she was shakin'