Grateful Dead

When you hit on the head with your beer bottleSomething in my chemistry did change Oh before I decided to forgive you My friends think I'm permanantly deranged When I wake up and try to put things all together Of all the lovin' times that we did have I get static in the ears and a hazy picture And I hear your voice inside begin to laugh I hope that it's all amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah I hope that it's all amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same Sometimes i feel OK, but when I talk I stutter I can't remember back a few minutes ago The doctors all come up with the same answers Boy if I'm that far gone there's nowhere left to go I hope that it's all amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane I hope that it's all amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same I hope that it's all amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane I hope that it's all amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same. (Chorus 2 more times to end)

We, Jah people, can make it work!Come together and make it work, yeah! We can make it work; We can make it work. Five days to go - working for the next day; Four days to go - working for the next day; Say we got: three days to go now: working for the next day; Two days to go, ooh - working for the next day, yeah. Say we got: one day to go - working for the - Every day is work - work - work - work! We can make it work! We can make it work! We, Jah people, can make it work; Come together and make it work. We can make it work! We can make it work! We got: five days to go work, oh! - working for the next day, eh! Four days to go: working for the - Three days to go now: working for the next day, yeah! Two days to go: working for the next day Say we got: one day to go now: working for - Every day is work, wotcha-wa Work! - I work in the mid-day sun Work! - I work till the evening come Work! - If ya ain't got nothing to do Work! - Ooh-ooh-ooh-oo-oo-ooh! We got some work for you!

I like 3's! I like cheese help me please! Bored!

.....your humble servant.... always yours in Jerry... Babalooie

Death be not proud though some have called thee mighty and dreadful for thou art not so

American Pie Don McLean Buy for $1.29 SubscribeStart Free Radio Subscribe to Google Play Music and listen to this song and millions of other songs. First month free. Lyrics A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die They were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Great bassist for a great band. We will miss you!

Agreed, not awful....problem as I see it in da Buff is we deadheads become obsessed and at times live in the past.....was 6-27/15 or 6/28 for that matter ....5/09/77 or Europe 72..... Or even one of those Philly Spectrum shows of yore....no, not by a long shot....but there were hiccups and mistakes, and both nights the boys averted caution and stopped on the tracks in set two pre drums....you know what though....it's all good....look in the mirror lately? I did....don't look nor walk nor talk like I did in 72 or 77..... Circle of life...wheel thingy.... To all you haters....THERE IS NOTHING......LIKE A GRATEFUL DEAD CONCERT, not even Bieber.... Can I get a witness?

Gone to Rock n' Roll heaven to play rhythm for Jerry... I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley The music dance and sing They make the children really ring I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you I will remember you Your silhouette will charge the view Of distance atmosphere Call it morning driving thru the sound and even in the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching down on the land Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees the rim of the land The eagle's dancing wings create as weather spins out of hand Go closer hold the land feel partly no more than grains of sand We stand to lose all time a thousand answers by in our hand Next to your deeper fears we stand surrounded by a million years I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there Twenty four before my love and I'll be there I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out You spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you

It was a little disorganized, but most of us were able to meet each other and hang out for a while. That was fun! I was bummed I missed ASL, Deadgeek, Seeing Red and Stellamoon. :-( Look forward to meeting you ALL in Chicago...we're gonna do it up big in the windy city... I didn't bring phone numbers so I missed TruckinEric and Eyes of Rocklin also. Hope you guys had great shows!