Grateful Dead

Hot and humid, was 79 degrees at 5:30 am, hit 90 yesterday... Time for an uplifting song by the Allman Brothers.... Jessica.... (It's an instrumental so feel free to hum along)

I walked out my front door to the MOST AMAZING MORNING! Crisp air, nice breeze and dare I say it a hint of fall in the air... For STL in August that is rare. It's a beautiful morning, ah I think I'll go outside for a while And just smile Just take in some clean fresh air, boy No sense in staying inside If the weather's fine and you've got the time It's your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day Either way It's a beautiful morning, ah Each bird keeps singing his own song So long I've got to be on my way now No fun just hanging around I got to cover ground You couldn't keep me down It just ain't no good if the sun shines When you're still inside Shouldn't hide Still inside Shouldn't hide Still inside, shouldn't hide. Oh, oh, oh Ooh-ah-ah Ooh-ah-ah There will be children with robins and flowers Sunshine caresses each new waking hour Seems to me that people keep seeing more and more each day Gotta say, lead the way It's okay, brand new day Gotta say, it's okay Brand new day, gotta say, lead the way Oh, oh, oh Ooh-ah-ah Oh, oh, oh Ooh-ah-ah Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh-ah-ah Oh Ooh-ah-ah Oh, oh, oh

Sweet Dreams and Happy Trails This sums up my last couple of weeks and was played yesterday on Soul Selector with Papa Ray. I'm working forty hours Six long days And I'm highly embarrassed Every time I get my pay And they working everybody Lord, they working poor folks to death And when you pay your rent and your car note You ain't got a damn thing left Ain't that a bitch, yes it is Somebody doing something slick, yeah they are It's got me wondering which is which Might as well go out yonder and dig a ditch Ain't that a bitch, yes it is Now ain't that a bitch Lemme tell you about my qualifications I program computers I know accounting and psychology I took a course in business And I can speak a little Japanese, fox on Gotta work two years To get one week off with pay And when I'm on my job I better watch every word I say Ain't that a bitch, oh boy Somebody doing something slick, downtown It's got me wondering which is which Mighty well, go out yonder and dig a ditch Ain't that a bitch, it's way, way to cold Ain't that a bitch Make me wanna holler, Lord, Lord Lord, have mercy to see Won't somebody please help me to see landlord I want to play the guitar, come here guitar Somebody doing something slick Now listen to this Stop at the supermarket To get myself something to eat And when I look at the prices They knock me off of my feet I was in the baloney section And I had to take myself a close look Now Abdul-Jabbar couldn't have made these prices With a sky hook Ain't that a bitch, yes, it is Somebody doing something slick, yeah they are It's got me wondering which is which Mighty well go out yonder and dig a ditch Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch Surely there's something slick going on Surely there's something slick Surely there's something slick going on Surely there's something slick, ain't that a Surely there's something slick going on Surely there's something slick Surely there's something slick going on Somebody's show slick, ain't that a Surely there's something slick going on Surely there's something slick Surely there's something slick going on Somebody's showing slick Surely there's something slick going on Surely there's something slick Surely there's something slick going on Surely there's something slick

night Trixie..... Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space I like smoke and lightning Heavy metal thunder Racin' with the wind And the feelin' that I'm under Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space Like a true nature's child We were born, born to be wild We can climb so high I never wanna die Born to be wild Born to be wild

The gypsy woman told my motherBefore I was born You got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women Jump and shout Then the world wanna know What this all about? But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the, Hoochie Coochie Man Everybody knows I'm him I got a black cat bone I got a mojo too I got the Johnny Conkeroo I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls Lead me by my hand Then the world will know That I'm a Hoochie Coochie Man But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know I'm the Hoochie Coochie Man Everybody knows I'm him On the seventh hours On the seventh day On the seventh month The seven doctors say You was born for good luck And that you'll see I got seven hundred dollars And don't you mess with me But you know I'm him Everybody knows I'm him Well you know we're the Hoochie Coochie boy The whole round world knows we here

Born under a bad sign.I've been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all. Bad luck and trouble's my only friend. I've been down ever since I was ten. You know, wine and women is all I crave. A big bad woman's gonna carry me to my grave. Bad luck and trouble's been my only friend. I've been down ever since I was ten. Born under a bad sign. I've been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck. If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all. Born under a bad sign. Born under a bad sign. Public radio is great, have our flavor here...short of SXM doesn't get better.....

So, rrrgrrr, i've neglected to tell you about STL public radio KDHX. totally listener supported radio with a great variety of music. Soul Selector is in the afternoons and you can listen online @ KDHX.org. They have archives and yesterdays Blues show was awesome! Please check it out for me... I come up hard, baby But now I'm cool I didn't make it, sugar Playin' by the rules I come up hard, baby But now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble, sugar Movin' down the line I come up hard, baby But that's okay, cause Trouble man Don't get in the way I come up hard, baby I'm in for real, baby Gonna keep movin' Gonna go to town I come up hard I come up, gettin' down There's only three things That's for sho' Taxes, death and trouble, h'oh! This I know, man, is This I know, sugar Girl, ain't gon' let it sweat me, baby Got me singin' Yeah! Yea-aah! Hoo-ooo-ooo Come up hard, baby I had to fight Took care of my business Wit' all my might I come up hard, awful hard I had to win Then start all over And win again I come up hard But that's okay, 'cause Trouble man Don't get in my way Hey, hey! I know some places And I see some faces I've got the connections I dig my directions What people say, that's okay They don't bother me, oh yeah I'm ready to make it Don't care what the weather Don't care 'bout no trouble Got myself together I feel the kind of protection That's all around me I come up hard, baby I be for real, baby With a trouble minds Movin', goin' to town I come up hard I come up, gettin' down There's only three things fo' sho' Taxes, death and trouble Ooh, this I've known, baby, ooo! This I've known, baby Ain't gon' let it sweat me, baby Woo! "I'm on the ground, yeah, yeah!" Woo, I come up hard But now I've cooled I didn't make it, baby Playin' by the rules Come up hard, baby Now, I'm fine, I've Checkin' trouble, sugar Hey, movin' down the line Oooh.

You went away and left me long time agoAnd now you're knocking on my door I hear you knocking But you can't come in I hear you knocking Go back where you've been I begged you not to go but you said goodbye And now you're telling me all your lies I hear you knocking But you can't come in I hear you knocking Go back where you've been Ahhh yeah Let me hear it Ohhooo woo Oohh You better get back to your use-to-be 'cause your kind of love ain't good to me I hear you knocking But you can't come in I hear you knocking Go back where you've been I told you way back in 52 That I would never go with you I hear you knocking But you can't come in I hear you knocking Go back where you've been Yeah Owoooooooo!

Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Help me baby, ain't no stranger Can't you hear me knockin', ahh, are you safe asleep? Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys Alright now Hear me ringing big bell tolls Hear me singing soft and low I've been begging on my knees I've been kickin', help me please Hear me prowlin' I'm gonna take you down Hear me growlin' Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now Hear me howlin' And all, all around your street now Hear me knockin' And all, all around your town

Pays the price, works the seasons throughFrozen days, he thinks of you Cold as ice but he burns for you Mother Russia, can't you hear him too? Mother's son, freedom's overdue Lonely man, he thinks of you He isn't done, only lives for you Mother Russia, can't you hear him too? Punished for his written thoughts Starving for his fame Working blindly, building blocks Number for a name, his blood flows frozen to the snow Red blood, white snow He knows frozen rivers won't flow So cold, so true Mother Russia-he cries for you Ooh ooh ... Bah dah dah dah ... Punished for his written thoughts Starving for his fame Working blindly, building blocks Number for a name his blood flows frozen to the snow Red blood, white snow He knows frozen rivers won't flow So cold, so true Mother Russia-he cries for you