Grateful Dead

Ride on Josephine...ride on.....I mean Holly...... What a long strange trip it has been.... My final post....life beckons.....all before this was but a dream.... Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing really nothing to turn of Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise she's all right she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn. Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel. The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man " As she, herself prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain. (I can be reached via text and email should you so choose)

it's been fun it's been real fun! There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall And the bells in the church too. And up in the bedroom, an absurd little bird Is popping up to say, "Cuckoo cuckoo!" Regretfully they tell us but firmly they compel us To say goodbye to you. So long, farewell,auch wiedersehen, good night. I hate to go and leave this pretty sight. So long, farewell auf wiedersehen, adieu Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you. So long, farewell, au revoir, auch wiedersehen. I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne Yes? "no." So long, farewell, auch wiedersehen, goodbye I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly The sun has gone to bed and so must I So long, farewell, auch wiedersehen, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye What am I going to do without my dus briver...sob.. sob... tears....

hey rrrgrrr, get your mind out of the gutter.... Oh wait...mine's there too... You know, there’s two ol’ maids layin’ in the bed One picked herself up an’ the other one, she said: “Get your rocks off! Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off-a me! (Get ’em off!)” Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin’ chill, he said: “Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off-a me! (Get ’em off!)” Well, you know, we was layin’ down around Mink Muscle Creek One man said to the other man, he began to speak, he said: “Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off-a me! (Get ’em off!)” Well, you know, we was cruisin’ down the highway in a Greyhound bus All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin’ at us, sayin’: “Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get ’em off!) Get your rocks off-a me!”

I've always found that quite easy provided the mood is right...but that's just me.... ...especially since Mick n Keith and Co. Are comin to da Buff in two daze...love me some Exile on Main Street Stones...Fred n Barney! I hear you talking when I'm on the street, Your mouth don't move but I can hear you speak. What's the matter with the boy? He don't come around no more, Is he checking out for sure? Is he gonna close the door on me? And I'm always hearing voices on the street, I want to shout, but I can't hardly speak. I was making love last night To a dancer friend of mine. I can't seem to stay in step, 'Cause she come ev'ry time that she pirouettes over me. And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming, I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping. I'm zipping through the days at lightning speed. Plug in, flush out and fire the fuckin' feed. Heading for the overload, Splattered on the dusty road, Kick me like you've kicked before, I can't even feel the pain no more. But I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming, I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping. Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene. Feel so mesmerized all that inside me. The sunshine bores the daylights out of me. Chasing shadows moonlight mystery. Headed for the overload, Splattered on the dirty road, Kick me like you've kicked before, I can't even feel the pain no more. But I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming, I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping.

I've found it is impossible to get off dis dus...lets go for a ride! Once more around the park fellas! I'm an easy rider, the wind is at my back I'm an easy rider, the white line is my track Every lane is a passin' lane and the ride away is mine Let me on that straight-away and I'll be fairly flyin' I'm an easy rider, my wheels love to roll I'm an easy rider, I ride a new road every day I'm an easy rider, I will see you on my way I got a number down in every town in my little black book And they understand that I'm a travelin' man So they don't think they got hooked I'm an easy rider, I love that gray highway I'm an easy rider, oh Lord, I love to roll I'm an easy rider, movin's in my soul I know a lady down in Little Rock and I stopped for a little while But I had to go 'cause another I know is waitin' for my smile I'm an easy rider, I can't stay in one place

You were a Floydhead.... I'm just obscured by clouds...... The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime. You suffle in gloom in the sickroom And talk to yourself till you die. Life is a short, warm moment And death is a long cold rest. You get your chance to try In the twinkling of an eye: Eighty years, with luck, or even less. So all aboard for the American tour, And maybe you'll make it to the top. And mind how you go. I can tell you, because I know. You may find it hard to get off. You are the angel of death And I am the dead man's son. And he died like a mole in a fox hole. And everyone is still in the run. And who is the master of fox hounds? And who says the hunt has begun? And who calls the tune in the courtroom? And who beats the funeral drum? The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime. You suffle in gloom in the sickroom And talk to yourself till you die.

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh Float on a river forever and ever, Emily There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play

Hey look here in Rock n Roll heaven.... It's John Prine....hop onboard John....what you want Bonnie to sing one...? Ok, Sarge, clear the stage...Ms.Raitt has something she wants to say..... shhhhhhh... I am an old woman Named after my mother An old man is another Child who's grown old If dreams were thunder Lightning was desire This old house it would've burned down A long time ago [Chorus:] Make me an angel That flies from montgomery Make me a poster Of an old rodeo Just give me one thing That i can hold on to To believe in this livin' Is just a hard way to go When i was a young girl I had me a cowboy It wasn't much to look at It was a free ramblin' man There was a long time No matter how i tried The years they just rolled by Like a broken down dance [Chorus] There's flies in the kitchen I can hear them there buzzin' And i ain't done nothing since i woke up today But how the hell can a person Go on to work in the morning To come home in the evening And have nothing to say [Chorus]

It's not waining anymore, skies parted...sunlight peaks through...biut o static on KDED and then, magically.... My time coming, any day, don't worry bout me, no Been so long I felt this way, ain't in no hurry, no Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go Don't worry bout me, no no, don't worry bout me, no And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go. California, preaching on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine My time coming, anyday, don't worry bout me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go Don't worry bout me, no no, don't worry bout me, no And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go California, a prophet on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine You've all been asleep, You would not believe me Them voices telling me, You will soon receive me We're standing on the beach, The sea will part before me (Fire wheel burning in the air) And you will follow me, And we will ride to glory (Way up the middle of the air) And I'll call down thunder And speak the same And my word fills the sky with flame And might and glory gonna be my name And men gonna light my way My time coming, anyday, don't worry bout me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin slow My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no Don't worry about me...

anyone going to the Peach Fest?