Grateful Dead

I actually quite love croquet. Between Alice, Heathers, my growing-up house on Portlock, and some other grown-up games, quite.

Them there huckleberries are no where's as bad as the brown acid though....or so I've been told.

Full days. Full nights. Full mornings. If it were my early twenties I would pore through the... 2500 +/- posts we have here and make a mix of all the songs that have been sung on this beloved dus. I would go old school and mail CD's to the willing snail-mail, and of course, let one of you coach me through sharing it somehow on the webbie webs... So many years of righteous musical education. And all of the heart. I'm off to my weekly art class now. Reminds me to just do for the sake of doing <3 Have sweet days all of you. Mine will be like a sour patch kid I think. All of the feels.

for those purple berries...

Totes there's a mighty wind a blowin' and its blowin' you and me.... Hold on I think we are afloat!!! [Stills:] If you smile at me I will understand 'Cause that is something Everybody everywhere does in the same language [Crosby:] I can see by your coat, my friend you're from the other side There's just one thing I got to know Can you tell me please who won? [Stills:] Say can I have some of your purple berries? [Crosby:] Yes, I've been eating them For six or seven weeks now haven't got sick once [Stills:] Probably keep us both alive Wooden ships on the water very free and easy Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be Silver people on the shoreline let us be Talkin' 'bout very free and easy Horror grips us as we watch you die All we can do is echo your anguished cries Stare as all human feelings die We are leaving, you don't need us Aaaah ... Go take your sister then by the hand Lead her away from this foreign land Far away where we might laugh again We are leaving, you don't need us And it's a fair wind Blowin' warm out of the south over my shoulder Guess I'll set a course and go Sarge don't forget Rubber Duckie ...

The Grateful Dead Tide is rising and that witch wind is whining and the dog star is shining! Back and fill Sunshine Daydreamers. This bus has begun to float and is tugging at the moorings. Check your manifests for this final journey. One final patch of the sails and check of the rails. 3 days and 13 hours until the winds blow into Santa Clara! 1 week, 2 days, and 11 hours until you ring that bell in Chicago!

Home is where I want to bePick me up and turn me round I feel numb - born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun The less we say about it the better Make it up as we go along Feet on the ground Head in the sky It's ok I know nothing's wrong... nothing Hi yo I got plenty of time Hi yo you got light in your eyes And you're standing here beside me I love the passing of time Never for money Always for love Cover up and say goodnight... say good night Home - is where I want to be But I guess I'm already there I come home - she lifted up her wings I guess that this must be the place I can't tell one from another Did I find you, or you find me? There was a time Before we were born If someone asks, this where I'll be... where I'll be Hi yo We drift in and out Hi yo Sing into my mouth Out of all those kinds of people You got a face with a view I'm just an animal looking for a home and, Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead Eyes that light up, eyes look through you Cover up the blank spots Hit me on the head Ah ooh

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgustedCan’t help but wonder what’s happenin’ to my companions Are they lost or are they found Have they counted the cost it’ll take to bring down All their earthly principles they’re gonna have to abandon? There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend I had a woman down in Alabama She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic She said, “Boy, without a doubt Have to quit your mess and straighten out You could die down here, be just another accident statistic” There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend All that foreign oil controlling American soil Look around you, it’s just bound to make you embarrassed Sheiks walkin’ around like kings Wearing fancy jewels and nose rings Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend Man’s ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don’t apply no more You can’t rely no more to be standin’ around waitin' In the home of the brave Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition But the enemy I see Wears a cloak of decency All nonbelievers and men stealers talkin’ in the name of religion And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it They say lose your inhibitions Follow your own ambitions They talk about a life of brotherly love show me someone who knows how to live it There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin’ boy she could destroy A real suicide case, but there was nothin’ I could do to stop it I don’t care about economy I don’t care about astronomy But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

-water bottle-sunscreen - chargers -cash -bubbles, beach balls, balloons, face paint , temporary tattoos, confetti -sunglasses -some surprises -lanyard for GDTS Tix -travel size booze for jazz Colors at the Field Museum -harmonica -frisbee - sunshine dreamers t-shirt -spreadhseets for effigee -source of fire -tickets put in carry on, taped to an inside super secret pocket -party hat for the 4th of July -camera to capture eagles filling the sky -casting searchlight -rain poncho (it never rains on the 4th of July, the sun always shines) -tin foil hat -frankincense -transporter beam -re-entry blanket -oranges for the dus -invisibility cloak -aspirin -walking shoes so I don’t get the walkin’ blues -smiles -band aids -coozy -GD50 clear plastic bag (for Santa Clara) or sensible holder of stuff (for Chicago) Thank you KristineD This train is bound for glory, this train. This train is bound for glory, this train. This train is bound for glory, Don't carry nothing but the righteous and the holy. This train is bound for glory, this train. This train don't carry no gamblers, this train; This train don't carry no gamblers, this train; This train don't carry no gamblers, Liars, thieves, nor big shot ramblers, This train is bound for glory, this train. This train don't carry no liars, this train; This train don't carry no liars, this train; This train don't carry no liars, She's streamlined and a midnight flyer, This train don't carry no liars, this train. This train don't carry no smokers, this train; This train don't carry no smokers, this train This train don't carry no smokers, Two bit liars, small time jokers, This train don't carry no smokers, this train. This train don't carry no con men, this train; This train don't carry no con men, this train; This train don't carry no con men, No wheeler dealers, here and gone men, This train don't carry no con men, this train. This train don't carry no rustlers, this train; This train don't carry no rustlers, this train; This train don't carry no rustlers, Sidestreet walkers, two bit hustlers, This train is bound for glory, this train.

After today....only humping once more before Chicagoland.... Coffee is on....please drink up.... bis dus is burning down the road.... Pupper.... 1 2 3 4....... What ya say, Sherry Darlin’ Your mama’s yappin’ in the back seat Tell her to push over and move them big feet Every Monday morning I gotta drive her down To the unemployment agency Well, this morning, I ain’t fightin’ Tell her I give up Tell her she wins If she just shut up But it's the last time, that she's gonna be ridin’ with me And you can tell her, there's a hot sun beatin’ on the blacktop She keeps talkin’, she’ll be walkin’ that last block She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight Well, I got some beer and the highway’s free And I got you, and baby, you’ve got me Hey, hey, hey, what ya say, Sherry darlin’ Now there's girls melting on the beach And they're so fine, but so out of reach Cause I'm stuck in traffic down here on 53rd Street Now, Sherry, my love for you is real But, I didn't count on this package deal And baby this car just ain’t big enough for her and me So you can tell her there's a hot sun beatin’ on the blacktop She keeps talkin’, she’ll be walkin’ that last block She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight Well, I got some beer and the highway’s free And I got you, and baby, you’ve got me Hey, hey, hey, what ya say, Sherry darlin’ Well, let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let, the brokenhearted love again Sherry, we can run with our arms open wide before the tide To all the girls down at Sacred Heart And all you operators back in the park Say, hey, hey, hey, what ya say, Sherry darlin’ Whoa, whoa, whoa, Say, hey, hey, hey, what ya say, Sherry darlin’ Oh, come on, say Hey, hey, hey, what ya say, Sherry darlin' ......I'm goin' to the beach and work up a schvitz..... Sarge bring your shades and some sunscreen... The future is bright, isn't it?