Grateful Dead

I love Jazz! J'adore le francais. STL has the 2'nd biggest Mardi Gras parade in the country due to our large French heritage. None of the locals can say any of the french terms properly, oh well. Now when I was just a little boy Standin' to my Daddy's knee, My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me. 'Cause he'll get you, 'Cause he'll get you now, now." And I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the backwoods bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', Chasin' down a hoodoo there, Chasin' down a hoodoo there. [CHORUS:] Born on the Bayou, Born on the Bayou, Born on the Bayou, Yoh, yoh. Wish I was back on the Bayou Rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a fast freight train Just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans. [CHORUS] Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord. Oh, get back, boy. I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the backwoods bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', Chasin' down a hoodoo there, Chasin' down a hoodoo there. [CHORUS] Alright! Do, do, do, do. Mm-mm-mmm, oh...

Saddle up the Palomino....we can get a time share there in the Garden district and take trolleys around town...my fave is Frenchman Street and the local blues n jazz clubs... Spotted Cat is hip but I prefer the traditional ....Snug Harbor....Preservation Hall or Balcony Music Club..... Saw my man Allen Toussaint there.... He's singin this song for you...... Well, there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) I can't reveal her name until she's mine What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) I've tried to make her time and time again Still we're introduced as nothing but friends And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) There's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I met her What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) I can't reveal her name until I get her What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) Someday I'm gonna wake up and say I'll do anything just to be your slave And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) I can't reveal her name until she's mine What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) I've tried to make her time and time again Still we're introduced as nothing but friends And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time What's her name? I can't tell you (Ahh...) Yeah and breakfast at Igor's ....bar restaurant gameroom laundromat ..24/7.....met Willie Nelson there....two doors down from the timeshare.....St. Charles Avenue....

Ok that song put me in the mood...If dis dus aint headed to NYC, lets road trip down to New Orleans. Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for Black velvet and that little boy's smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees Black velvet if you please Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave White lightning, bound to drive you wild Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl "Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for Black velvet and that little boy's smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees Black velvet if you please Every word of every song that he sang was for you In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon, what could You do? Black velvet and that little boy's smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees Black velvet if you please Black velvet and that little boy's smile Black velvet with that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees Black velvet if you please If you please, if you please, if you please

Mary Chapin Carpenter has always been a personal fave....songs from the heart and energy..... This one goes out to stormy St Louis..... Holly n Matt....get on your dancing shoes...... Cornbread and crawfish are on the house, ooooh an Abita Purple Haze to quench the thirst....thank you very much.... Hit it Sarge.... Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight Well I never have wandered down to New Orleans Never have drifted down a bayou stream But I heard that music on the radio And I swore some day I was gonna go Down Highway 10 past Lafayette To Baton Rouge and I won't forget To send you a card with my regrets 'Cause I'm never gonna come back home Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight They got a alligator stew and a crawfish pie A golf storm blowin' into town tonight Livin on the delta's quite a show They got hurricane parties every time it blows And here up north it's a cold cold rain And there ain't no cure for my blues today Except when the paper says: Beausoleil is coming into town Baby let's go down Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight Bring your mama, bring your papa, bring your sister too They got lots of music and lots of room When they play you a waltz from 1910 You gonna feel a little bit young again Well you learned to dance with your rock'n'roll You learned to swing with a do-si-do But you learn to love at the fais-so-do When you hear a little Jolie Blon Saturday night and the moon is out I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet Out in the middle of a big dance floor When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight

don't get me wrong.....Stones and Eagles were both 5 star productions, but having seen them both for the first time in 1973 and 1975 respectively, I remember how it was, I remember how I was....and how I am now...and how THEY are now....both performances were choreographed and note for note flawless....I prefer the human element, mistakes, smiles and all....but people did dance....for $500 a pop people should dance...lot of orchestration and off stage overdubs....some karaoke perhaps....for Mick at age 70 or so, weighing all of dare I say a buck forty....able to sing Sympathy for the Devil without getting winded after running full speed down a 70 foot catwalk.....he is either the Second Coming or Houdini....but I digress.....Keith Richards had some work. He looks 50..... And his ability to play notes without touching the strings was miraculous....to say the least..... The Stones sold out Ralph Wilson Stadium 70,000+ $125-500 per ticket, Eagles First Niagara Center sell out 18,000 at $75-$169..... Great spectacles and both would make for a successful stint in Las Vegas....ala Garth Brooks, Celine Dion and Santana.... btw Santana at the Joint at Hard Rock in Vegas was amazing......changed up setlists nightly.... Give me Freddie Mercury in 1974......Queen at the Beacon Theater in NY.....raw energy, passion.... Fear me you lords and lady preachers I descend upon your earth from the skies I command your very souls you unbelievers Bring before me what is mine The seven seas of rhye Can you hear me you peers and privvy counsellors I stand before you naked to the eyes I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust I swear that you'll be mine The seven seas of rhye Sister - I live and lie for you Mister - do and I'll die You are mine I possess you I belong to you forever Storm the master-marathon I'll fly through By flash and thunder-fire I'll survive Then I'll defy the laws of nature and come out alive Then I'll get you Be gone with you - you shod and shady senators Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries I challenge the mighty titan and his troubadours And with a smile I'll take you to the seven seas of rhye

But if I dont get a little verklempt at a show then the band isn't doing it right. Cried @ Tool, Red Hot Chili Peppers, John Foggerty, Australian Pink Floyd, etc. If the band isn't passionate how can the crowd be? So this next one is comin out of left field but here goes... Is it too much to ask I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back Food to fill me up And warm clothes and all that stuff Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have all of this, and Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you Is it too much to demand I want a full house and a rock and roll band Pens that won't run out of ink And cool quiet and time to think Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have this Shouldn't I have all of this, and Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you Do I want too much Am I going overboard to want that touch I shout it out to the night "Give me what I deserve, 'cause it's my right" Shouldn't I have this (shouldn't I) Shouldn't I have this (shouldn't I) Shouldn't I have all of this, and Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you Passionate kisses Passionate kisses, whoa oh oh Passionate kisses from you

So you say the boys are just going through the motions? The Eagles and the Stones? That's too bad cause they have lots of fans who come to see their tour who deserve more than that. At least our Boys gave it all they had, it seems... If there are still asses in seats they have an obligation to make em stand up and dance! Maybe it's time for them to give up the ghost and have their own Fare Well... I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher said, "You know you always have the Lord by your side" And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran Twenty red lights in his honor Thank you Jesus, thank you lord I had an arrangement to meet a girl, and I was kind of late And I thought by the time I got there she'd be off She'd be off with the nearest truck driver she could find Much to my surprise, there she was sittin in the corner A little bleary, worse for wear and tear Was a girl with far away eyes So if you're down on your luck And you can't harmonize Find a girl with far away And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes Well the preacher kept right on saying that all I had to do was send Ten dollars to the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California And next week they'd say my prayer on the radio And all my dreams would come true So I did, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl Well, you know what kind of eyes she got So if you're down on your luck I know you all sympathize Find a girl with far away eyes And if you're downright disgusted And life ain't worth a dime Get a girl with far away eyes

Good morning Miami and King George..... Hopefully Katniss can focus on tasks at hand.....it's all about pace and balance....work hard, play hard.... Sarge hand me my chain mail armour, my staff and shield.... there's some rescuing to be done..... Hi Ho Silver...Away!,,,, Is there nothing I can say Nothing I can do To change your mind I'm so in love with you You're too deep in You can't get out You're just a poor girl in a rich man's house Yeah, baby, I'm crying over you Don't you know promises were never made to keep? Just like the night, dissolve in sleep I'll be your savior, steadfast and true I'll come to your emotional rescue I'll come to your emotional rescue Yeah, the other night, crying Crying baby, yeah I'm crying Yeah I'm like a child baby I'm like a child baby Child yeah, I'm like a child, like a child Like a child You think you're one of a special breed You think that you're his pet Pekinese I'll be your savior, steadfast and true I'll come to your emotional rescue I'll come to your emotional rescue I was dreaming last night Last night I was dreaming How you'd be mine, but I was crying Like a child, yeah, I was crying Crying like a child You will be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all mine You could be mine, could be mine Be mine, all mine I come to you, so silent in the night So stealthy, so animal quiet I'll be your savior, steadfast and true I'll come to your emotional rescue I'll come to your emotional rescue Yeah, you should be mine, mine, whew Yes, you could be mine Tonight and every night I will be your knight in shining armour Coming to your emotional rescue You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine I will be your knight in shining armour Riding across the desert with a fine Arab charger

Good morning and a happy Monday to all of you shiny happy people this Stormy day. Apparently it always "looks like rain" in STL now, we've turned into Seattle. I have no earthly idea what a dull tong is... Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone. Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all. Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes. Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all. I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below, I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow. The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness, The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red. Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly. The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know. Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow, Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow. The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath, The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on. Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before. No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold. Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back. At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.

LO I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske, As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weeds, Am now enforst a far vnfitter taske, For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds, And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds; Whose prayses hauing slept in silence long, Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds To blazon broad emongst her learned throng: Fierce warres and faithfull loues shall moralize my song. Helpe then, O holy Virgin chiefe of nine, Thy weaker Nouice to performe thy will, Lay forth out of thine euerlasting scryne The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still, Of Faerie knights and fairest Tanaquill, Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill, That I must rue his vndeserued wrong: O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong. What in hell is a dull tong...