Grateful Dead

sweet dreams & sweet songs to rock your soul

Let there be peace in the valley Katniss.....

another of my favorites, especially live. i'll never forget Clarence in Tuscon Dec 78 playing the whole concert in a Santa suit. great show. My first date with my wife was Bruce in Phoenix 1978...she was/is a big fan. I was just getting into him...well, it clicked and the rest is ... history. the dogs on main street howl, cause they understand

from the... ...killer klowns from outer spaaaaaaaaaaace!

Liketohike you MAY NOT stop drinking coffee. Not just yet :) I like mine with a little sightseeing in the mornings... And I feel the same: Bruuuuuuuuce!! I went to high school on the East Coast, so he's a good percentage of the marrow I've got - Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come Or that train to come roarin' 'round the bend ... <3 <3 <3 No need to synchronize our watches (I bet only 15 of us wear one - if that many). We're already all synced up! <3

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?

-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.

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

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

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!

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 ...

for those purple berries...

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.

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

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

...and easy! Good morning Kristine, Rich, Matt, Kyle!!!! ... and StellaMoon!

thank you all from the bottom of my I miss Jerry mug.... Hey Mr. Mayor! back to briving ba dus.... .....I love coffee I love tea I love the JavaJive and it loves me.... Coffee and tea Java and me... A cup a cup a cup a cup!

ah, that song always strikes a chord in my heart. The Lumineers render a tender version. Out of all those kinds of people rgr got a face with a view

make grate wedding presents. :-)

coffee is for brivers!

the good stuff, anyway.

Boo Boo buddy, Coffee coming outta my ears....just ordered 2# as my figmentary fairy god niece assured me it is the best in the land.... now down to bizniz..... It's a Puppers choice here on K DED.... Sarge is sending this one out to Madamoiselle Nobs.... Feel free to sing along.....for those who have difficulty carrying a tune....we have buckets in the back.... I've just seen a face I can't forget the time or place Where we just meet She's just the girl for me And want all the world to see We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm Had it been another day I might have looked the other way And I'd have never been aware But as it is I'll dream of her Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di Falling, yes I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again I have never known The like of this, I've been alone And I have missed things And kept out of sight But other girls were never quite Like this, da-da-n'da-da'n'da Falling, yes I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again Falling, yes I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again I've just seen a face I can't forget the time or place Where we just meet She's just the girl for me And want all the world to see We've met, mmm-mmm-mmm-da-da-da Falling, yes I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again Falling, yes I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again Oh, falling, yes I am falling And she keeps calling Me back again Stanley you're a briver, grab a cup of that might fine stuff....you too Katniss....ok....free for all... Sarge put on another pot please....

Crickets and croquet and coffee and cool songs oh my... I'm thinking we oughtas have a pit stop in Colorado, just to stretch our legs and all... Hmmm...the aroma in the air reminds me of a show back in the mid 90's...anyone pin point the origin? Let's mosey over and make friends. I like the banjo picking guy at the corner with the sign, "Will Pick for Pick-Me-Ups". On another note, B sharp, all...steady as she goes, rjjrrrjjrjrrr and when we arrive, you sir get top honors. geo

All is well in the land of Daydreamers, briver at the wheel, Sgt. Pupper's choice with a buck dancer in the back seat ready for the second set. Coffee? Indeed, but just one cup today for me on account of the natural adrenaline beginning to build in anticipation of the wild ride soon to commence. Looking forward to seeing some of you in the Bay Area and all of you in the Windy City...back to patching and shining for the moment.

Stopping in Boulder to see a man about some presown seeds... George, settle on in, this is gonna be good.... We are genius, we are psychotic! Stanley did you dose the coffee? Hit it Sarge... Spent the last year Rocky Mountain way Couldn't get much higher Out to pasture Think it's safe to say Time to open fire And we don't need the ladies Cryin' 'cause the story's sad 'Cause the Rocky Mountain way Is better than the way we had Whoa-oh-oh Well, he's tellin' us this And he's tellin' us that Changes it ev'ry day Says it doesn't matter Bases are loaded And Casey's at bat Playin' it play-by-play Time to change the batter And we don't need the ladies Cryin' 'cause the story's sad, uh huh Rocky Mountain way Is better than the way we had Yeah-ah-ah

of dus brivingAlways De Briving

Blake: Let me have your attention for a moment! 'Cause you're talking about what? You're talking about...[puts out his cigarette]...bitching about that sale you shot, some son of a bitch don't want to buy land, somebody don't want what you're selling, some broad you're trying to screw, so forth. Let's talk about something important. [to John Williamson] Are they all here?John: All but one. Blake: Well, I'm going anyway. Let's talk about something important! [to Shelley] Put that coffee down!! Coffee's for closers only. [Shelley scoffs] You think I'm fucking with you? I am not fucking with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here for Mitch and Murray. And I'm here on a mission of mercy. Your name's Levene? Shelley: Yeah. Blake: You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch? Dave: I don't gotta listen to this shit. Blake: You certainly don't, pal. 'Cause the good news is you're fired. The bad news is you've got, all you've got, just one week to regain your jobs, starting with tonight. Starting with tonight's sit. Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. 'Cause we're adding a little something to this month's sales contest. As you all know, first prize is Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody wanna see second prize? Second prize's a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired. Do you get the picture? Are you laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them! You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, you are shit, hit the bricks, pal, and beat it 'cause you're going out!!! Shelley: The leads are weak. Blake: The leads are weak. Fuckin' leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business 15 years. but I digress.... Coffee is on.... And away we go!

substitute a tea set for the Knives?

Bring tea for the TillermanSteak for the sun Wine for the women who made the rain come Seagulls sing your hearts away 'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play Oh Lord how they play and play For that happy day, for that happy day

...what a teaser...

In the summertime when the weather is highYou can stretch right up and touch the sky When the weather's fine You got women, you got women on your mind Have a drink, have a drive Go out and see what you can find If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel Speed along the lane Do a turn or return the twenty-five When the sun goes down You can make it, make it good and really fine We're not bad people, we're not dirty, we're not mean We love everybody, but we do as we please When the weather's fine We go fishing or go swimming in the sea We're always happy Life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy Sing along with us, dee-dee dee-dee dee Da doo da-da da, yeah, we're hap-pap-py Da da da, dee da doo dee da doo da doo da Da doo da-da da, dee da da dee da da When the winter's here, yeah, it's party time Bring your bottle, wear your bright clothes 'cause it will soon be summertime And we'll sing again We'll go driving or maybe we'll settle down If she's rich, if she's nice Bring your friends and we'll all go into town In the summertime when the weather is high You can stretch right up and touch the sky When the weather's fine You got women, you got women on your mind Have a drink, have a drive Go out and see what you can find If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel Speed along the lane Do a turn or return the twenty-five When the sun goes down You can make it, make it good and really fine We're not bad people, we're not dirty, we're not mean We love everybody, but we do as we please When the weather's fine We go fishing or go swimming in the sea We're always happy Life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy Sing along with us, dee-dee dee-dee dee Da doo da-da da, yeah, we're hap-pap-py Da da da, dee da doo dee da doo da doo da Da doo da-da da, dee da da dee da da

Oh baby don't you want to go Oh baby don't you want to go Back to the land of california to my sweet home chicago Oh baby don't you want to go Oh baby don't you want to go Back to the land of california to my sweet home chicago Now one and one is two two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby I'm booked I gotta go Cryin baby honey don't you want to go back to the land of california to my sweet home chicago Now two and two is four four and two is six You gonna keep monkeyin round here friend-boy you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin baby honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California to my sweet home chicago Now six and two is eight eight and two is ten Friend-boy she trick you one time she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin hey hey baby don't you want to go back to the land of california to my sweet home chicago I'm goin to california from there to Des Moines Iowa Somebody will tell me that you need my help someday cryin hey hey baby don't you want to go back to the land of california to my sweet home Chicago

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in I found my mind in a brown paper bag within I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in I got up so tight I couldn't unwind I saw so much I broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Yeah yeah oh-yeah

I have the attention span of a two year old, today.

....they make meds for that..... Hope you're enjoying the ride Katniss.... I know Stanley is.....look at him doing the lambada with Pupper over there.... Question begs, what will we do come July 6th? Think my future is in dus briving.....

Tell Sarge to watch out on the dips -- remember what I told you about him!?

I feel a song coming on..... She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors Have you seen her dressed in blue? See the sky in front of you And her face is like a sail Speck of white so fair and pale Have you seen a lady fairer? She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors Have you seen her all in gold? Like a queen in days of old She shoots her colors all around Like a sunset going down Have you seen a lady fairer? She comes in colors ev'rywhere; She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors There is peace in the valley.... It's Tango time....

I'll wager that lost $20 you'll be briving on the John Mayer tour.

Mr. Mayor may object....he wants to tour with Bobby in the Fall....

Bobby appreciates all help. Plus they'll be looking for a bass player. The Mayor can do that. Briver and passengers got the fever. Can't stop now. Cold turkey's a bitch.

sleep, and soak my feet.

not on multigrain bread, stuffing and cranberries....that's the bees knees my friend....

Yes. My right shoulder bone.

Don't you guys have any? By the sound of it, you'd think everyone is taking a vacation because... There's a band out on the highway. They're high-steppin' into town. They're a rainbow full of sound. It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns -- Everybody's dancing. Come on, children. Come on, children, Come on clap your hands. Beats filling the salt shaker, huh. g

Ok, take a day off. Back on the road 7/7.

Squirrel !! I did the hard part. I hate testing. Isn't there a junior around here somewhere that can do that? Ah, the bitch of it is, I can spend the whole day screwin' around, but the work still has to be done -- whether that happens from 9-5, or otherwise. I'm only messin' it up on myself.

Maybe you collect or maybe you pay (whether)Still got to work that eight hour day Whether you like that job or not Youd better keep it on ice while youre lining up your long shot Which is to say, hey hey, keep your day job Dont give it away, keep your day job, whatever they say Keep your day job till your night job pays. Steady boys starting that eight day hour Never underrate that paycheck power By now you know that the face on your dollar Got a thumb on its nose and a hand on your collar With a chance to say, hey hey, keep your day job.... Daddy may drive a v-8 vette Mama may bathe in champagne yet God bless the child thats got his own stash Nine to five and a place to crash Which is to say... Sunday comes forget about work, ring that bell for whatever its worth. If you ask me like I know you wont Ill tell you what to do what I know that you wont.

That just creeped me out.....That post just grew in size before my eyes.... No more coffee....time for the sarsaparilla.....

it's magic, you know! Never believe it's not so! Squirrel ?!

Cmon now....it's not the coffee.... Now it tripled in size..... why you wascally wabbit.....