Grateful Dead

People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing,Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin, When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange, Surely your not happy now you no longer play the game, People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away, Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me, When I tell that I'm doing Fine watching shadows on the wall, Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball? I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round, I really love to watch them roll, No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go, People asking questions lost in confusion, Well I tell them there's no problem, Only solutions, Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind, I tell them there's no hurry... I'm just sitting here doing time, I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round, I really love to watch them roll, No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go.

He turned thirty-five last Sunday In his hair he found some gray But he still ain't changed his lifestyle He likes it better the old way So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense He get's out there in the twilight zone Sometimes when it just don't make no sense He gets off on country music Cause disco left him cold He's got young friends into new wave But he's just too friggin' old And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died How the music made him happy and the silence made him cry Yeah he thinks of John sometimes And he has to wonder why [Chorus:] He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do Should he hang on to the old Should he grab on to the new He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust He ain't trying to change nobody He's just trying real hard to adjust He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip Then they sent him off to Vietnam on his senior trip And they forced him to become a man while he was still a boy And in each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy Now this world may change around him But he just can't change no more [Chorus] Well, he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away Like the smoke from that torpedo...just up and fade away [Chorus]

This one is for the bus.....and its inhabitants...... I remember to this day The bright red Georgia clay And how it stuck to the tires After the summer rain Will power made that old car go A woman's mind told me that so Oh how I wish We were back on the road again Me and you and a dog named boo Travellin' and livin' off the land Me and you and a dog named boo How I love being a free man I can still recall The wheat fields of St. Paul And the morning we got caught Robbing from an old hen Old McDonald he made us work But then he paid us for what it was worth Another tank of gas And back on the road again I'll never forget the day We motored stately into big L.A. The lights of the city put settlin' Down in my brain Though it's only been a month or so That old car's buggin' us to go We've gotta get away and get back on The road again

I'm just really bored at work since the doctor I work for has been out of town. I was just scrolling through friends' posts and thought I might try to correct someone's falsehood...big mistake. They enjoy telling lies. Next up, unrelated song Theres a port on a western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass the time a way And talk about their homes Theres a girl in this harbor town And she works laying whiskey down They say Brandy, fetch another round She serves them whisky and wine The sailors say... Chorus: Brandy, you're a fine girl < you're a fine girl > What a good wife you would be Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea Brandy wears a braided chain Made of finest silver from the north of spain A locket that bears the name of the man that Brandy loves He came on a summers day - bearing gifts - from far away But he made it clear he couldnt stay The harbor was his home - Chorus - Bridge: Brandy used to watch his eyes As he told his sailor stories She could feel the ocean fall and rise She saw its raging glory But he had always told the truth Lord he was an honest man And Brandy does her best to understand At night when the bars close down Brandy walks through a slient town And loves a man who's not around She still can hear him say She hears him say...

Facebook? Really? C'mon kid.....it's a piranha fest.....like virtual Shark week..... try this....if it doesn't pacify then I don't know...... Take me home, Sarge..... When we came to the station all the trains were rusty The doors were open and the windows broken in There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty The travel posters were flapping in the wind So we moved through the dust and gloom Playing waiting games in the waiting-room Lay our sleeping-bags out on the floor And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening The harbour lights still cut across the bay From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming To the bikes outside the rock 'n' roll cafe Ah but you know those small town blues Are really too much to lose There's nothing really there to go back for And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head Oh, if your situation's running dry, dry, dry Find a waiting-room beneath the stars to make your bed' Cause you know London can make your brain stall The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call They want to take you to the Earl's Court Road, but it don't seem right Cause it's na, na, na noowah On the juke-box, singing in the burger bar See the people's faces in the passing cars don't want to know And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a place to go You have the most appealing surface I have seen Bring it over here, lay it down by me Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean To make you see, this is the place to be When we came to the station all the trains were rusty The air was empty and the platforms overgrown There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted With mud and leaves and names carved long ago And the rails go on for ever in a silver trail to the setting sun You can follow them anywhere you want to go And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider Leaves me here without a need to know

made the mistake of commenting on a friends Facebook post which was being trolled by certain extremists. Funny when they start to lose an arguement they start throwing insults. Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest Try to tell me, tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good goddamn cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down Wanna go out, gotta get out To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker Pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up So no one fucks with me

True dat.....'cept when you were five.... Well, nuff said bout that..... Collection of Great Dance Songs was a good start.....Money was remixed...and in your face.... First saw Floyd on a PBS show in 1973.... Some live in studio performance of Money....opened my eyes fo sho... And I leave you with this little ditty..... Stay and help me to end the day. And of you don't mind, We'll break a bottle of wine. Stick around and maybe we'll put one down, Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes. Midnight blue burning gold. A yellow moon is growing cold. I rise, looking through my morning eyes, Surprised to find you by my side. Rack my brain to try to remember your name To find the words to tell you goodbye. Morning dues. Newborn day. Midnight blue turn to gray. Midnight blue burning gold. A yellow moon is growing cold. Take care, Sarge has ba dus for now.....

hehehe...band is Def Leppard off the Hysteria album. Listened to them a lot in my hometown growing up. First dance in Junior high was to them. Saw them in 2006 or so in STL with Styx, they still got it! As for the Floyd, well what can I say. I remember watching the video to learning to fly when I was about 5 and I was hooked. My first CD was Floyd, I asked my grandma to get me one for xmas and she bought me "a collection of great dance songs" I have the complete boxed set, etc. I love old Floyd and all those you mentioned. Astronomy Domine is unmatched. I like Floyd post Waters too like the Division Bell but nothing was the same after Syd. (Shine on you crazy diamond) The local rock stations play Money so much it almost stings my ears at this point. Which is a shame because the message is on point. Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had begun Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway Do they still meet there by the Cut There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps Running before time took our dreams away Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground To a life consumed by slow decay The grass was greener The light was brighter With friends surrounded The nights of wonder Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again Dragged by the force of some inner tide At a higher altitude with flag unfurled We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world Encumbered forever by desire and ambition There's a hunger still unsatisfied Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon Though down this road we've been so many times The grass was greener The light was brighter The taste was sweeter The nights of wonder With friends surrounded The dawn mist glowing The water flowing The endless river Forever and ever

Who in hell is that? Matt said you liked Floyd......one of my faves.....really like early stuff....but after Syd Barrettt.....more, obscured by clouds, ummagumma and meddle The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final cuplet rhyme And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me Butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in there's no where you can hide Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone Selling colored photographs to magazines back home And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me

I didn't forget Puppers, he was sleepin in the back with the dirty hippies, he needs his rest. Ah ah Ooh ooh Ah ah Ooh ooh White lights, strange city, mad music all around Midnight street magic (ah) crazy people crazy sound Ah ah Ooh ooh [Chorus] Jack Flash, rocket man, Sergeant Pepper and the band Ziggy, Benny and the Jets, take a rocket We just gotta fly I can take you through the center of the dark We're gonna fly On a collision course to crash into my heart I will be your, I will be your, I'll be your Rocket yeah satellite of love Rocket yeah satellite of love Rocket yeah satellite of love Rocket baby! c'mon, I'll be your satellite of love Ooh ooh Ah ah Ooh ooh Ah ah Spotlight magnetic razor rhythm laser love Guitar, drums, load up, stun! Ah ah Ooh ooh Jet Black, Johnny be, Gene Jeanie, Killer Queen Dizzy Lizzy Major Tom so c'mon We just gotta fly Ooh ooh Ah ah Ooh ooh Ah ah Spotlight magnetic razor rhythm laser love Guitar, drums, load up, stun! [Chorus] Rocket baby! c'mon, we're gonna fly Oooh Countdown commencing, fire one Five, four, three, two, one, zero, we have liftoff We just gotta fly Ooh ooh Ah ah Ooh ooh Ah ah Spotlight magnetic razor rhythm laser love Guitar, drums, load up, stun! [Chorus] Rocket, baby, guitar, drums, light up We're gonna fly, rocket yeah Satellite of love, we're gonna fly Rocket yeah, satellite of love Rocket yeah!