Grateful Dead

very nice.

Maybe Rich and Holly ought to have their own dueling song lyric thread and then the SD'ers can chime in every now and then :-) Love to all !!

it's been a fun trip.... This ones Deadicated to us..... They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors Mortatone is in town Here comes Mayor Klangstone and Mad Swan Disease... His custom amps got them in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in their pants And Oat Willie and Pam who says hi are restless They need somewhere to go As Pupper and I look out tonight From Desolation Row. Katniss, she seems so easy "It takes one to know one," she smiles :-) And puts her hands in her back pockets Tom Hanlon style....nice hat brah! And in comes Devil's Friend, he's moaning "You belong to Me I Believe" And Totem says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Stanley sweeping up tonight On Desolation Row. Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide Holly and OzarkMatt Have even taken all their camping gear inside All except for Cain74 and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is either making love Or else expecting rain And Bob Loblaw, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row. Now StellaMoon, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Jerry's great rainbow ASL just spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row. Boo469 disguised as Kurt009 With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk and kids in tow... He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row. rrrrgrrrr, he keeps his world Inside of a coffee cup But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read "Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row. Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the pic-a-nic geophantomoftheoperameister In a perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Bobby69 To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And Graceful is shouting to skinny girls "Get outa here if you don't know" Tfonts is just being punished for going To Desolation Row. At midnight all the Dreamers..... And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row. Praise be to Gobs black Licorice Ba dus sails at dawn Spascarella's shouting "Which side are you on ?" And Miller's horse and mkav Fighting in the captain's tower While Geeky just laughs at them And Roadking just holds flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row. Yes, I received your letter yesterday About the time the door knob broke When you asked me how I was doing Was that some kind of joke ? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, we're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can't read too good Dont send me no more letters no Not unless you mail them from.... the Sunshine Daydreamers subforum....

....c'mon pretty mama let's get on the road again.... musical history lesson.... Furry Lewis.....re done by James Luther Dickinson and the North Mississippi Allstars Kassie Jones Parts 1 and 2 I woke up this mornin', four o'clock Mister Casey told his fireman get his boiler hot Put on your water, put on your coal Put your head out the window, see my drivers roll See my driver roll Put your head out the window, see my driver roll Lord, some people said Mister Casey couldn't run Let me just tell you what Mister Casey done He left Memphis, it was quarter to nine Got in Newport News, it was dinnertime It was dinnertime Got in Newport News, it was dinnertime I've sold my gin, I've sold it straight Police run me to my woman's gate She come to the door, she nod her head She made me welcome to the foldin' bed To the foldin' bed Made me welcome to the foldin' bed Lord, the people said to Casey, "You're runnin' over time" "You'll havin’ a collision with the one-o-nine" Casey said, "This engine's mine I'll run it in close just to make my time" Said to all the passengers, "Better keep yourself hid Natural' gon shake it like Chainey did Like Chainey did I’m natural' gon' shake it like Chainey did" Mister Casey run his engine in [a miles of place] Number four stabbed him in the face The depot told Casey, "Well, you must leave town" "Believe to my soul I'm Alabama bound" "Alabama bound" "Believe to my soul I'm Alabama bound" Missus Casey said she dreamt a dream The night she bought her sewin' machine The needle got broke, she could not sew She loved Mister Casey, 'cause she told me so Told me so Loved Mister Casey, 'cause she told me so There was a woman named Miss Alice Fry Said, "I'm gonna ride with Mister Casey 'fore I die" I ain't good looking but I takes my time A rambling woman with a rambling mind Got a rambling mind Casey looked at his water, water was low Looked at his watch, his watch was slow On the road again Natural born eastman on the road again Lord, there's people tell by the throttle moan The man at the fire's Mister Casey Jones Mister Casey Jones Mister Casey said, before he died One more road that he wants to ride People tells Casey, "Which road is he?" "The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe Santa Fe" This mornin' I heard someone was dyin' Missus Casey's children on the doorstep cryin' “Mama, mama, I can't keep from cryin' Papa got killed on the Southern line On the Southern line Papa got killed on the Southern line” "Mama, mama, how can it be Killed my father on the first degree" "Children, children, won’t you hold your breath Draw another pension from your father's death From your father's death" On the road again I'm a natural born eastman on the road again Tuesday mornin', it looked like rain Around the curve came a passenger train Under the boiler lay Mister Casey Jones Good old engineer, but he's dead and gone Dead and gone On the road again I'm a natural born eastman on the road again I left Memphis to spread the news Memphis women don't wear no shoes Had it written in the back of my shirt Natural born eastman don't have to work Don't have to work I'm a natural born eastman, don't have to work

Hello lovely people! We have among us a poet and didn't know it. Thanks, rrrrgrrrr for that thoughtful piece, including all of us merry pranksters. Makes me a bit verklempt... As for a new thread....I dont think we need it...thoughts? The page loads fine for me still and I would hate to leave all the other thoughts and memories from this forum behind. Geoits420somewheremeister had the honors of post 4020...but it doesn't have to stop there... On the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Goin' places that I've never been Seein' things that I may never see again And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Like a band of gypsies, we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world be turnin' our way And our way Is on the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Like a band of gypsies, we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world be turnin' our way And our way Is on the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again And I can't wait to get on the road again

do you want a new thread? Is this one starting to load slowly because it's got like 4K posts? I don't want to get the bus off course, but we can do this if you want.

Dang, Richers...that's one fine twist to a Dylan classic. Very creative...fun reading (or singing) the clever references to our family....see where daydreaming gets you? Well done, maestro, well done. Have a grand day- g

work so busy but I will be at ny for dead and company if anyone else is going to be there

Another one bites the dust.... Another post older and one post closer to death... ;-)

No one is posting because we don't want it to end! Let's skip 4020 and just Keep Truckin Geeky