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    ....my little red rooster crowed thrice... Up and at 'em kids.... Welcome to the working week.... I know it don't thrill you.... I hope it don't kill you.... Well the waitress she brought me some coffee... @Anita....avatar sent to your email
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    Article reads like he single-handedly rescued the bands legacy. I don't know what his connection to the band is other than a columnist who's tin foil hat conspiracy piece went viral, but don't pull a muscle patting yourself on the back, dude.
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    Exact scenario here dude, 14 hours of windshield time up and back to FSU for Dad's weekend...saved by channel 23 !! Unforgettable weekend as well to get smashed with your kid on Jack 'n Cokes - legally !! They do grow-up fast, don't they.... Happy, happy Monday to all - make it a great week !!!
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    Whew, back from driving 1,000 miles in less than 48 hours. Fortunately, my trusty rental Kia Optima had Channel 23. Could have gotten the red Camaro or the SUV free upgrade (w/out sat) but how else would I have heard 3 1/2 concerts and Shapiro's letter read a dozen times? Listening to the To Lay Me Down from 7-7-81 and thinking about the FTW shows gave me goose bumps. Anywho, just wanted to say it's good to be back and read the positive vibes for the additional SC shows. I give a lot of credit to the band members--I was pretty critical of them with the Chicago ticketing fiasco, but their letter was very heartfelt and classy. I think they realized they could do better and they did. Kudos, gentlemen! Nice to read all the submissions here. Tough to keep up after an absence but I'm really looking forward to meeting you all in Chitown. Peace.
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    What's the best way do you folx think? Request 2 tickets for each night? Request 3 tickets for each night? Request 4 tickets for each night? My experience is that the only ticket I was able to get for CHI was a single. Money is a consideration for me, so ideally need only ask for 2 or 3 tickets a night, but as agreed, I don't want to miss out on a chance to help a brother out, if need be. I have family here who are interested in joining me for SC, that's why the increased number. There are 3 of us so far. Who knows what cool cats I'll meet down the road who will want to join me on the bus... Tactic intuition family? I am spent from slinging tacos and then celebrating a birthday. It's quiet time in my head. Someone shake the decision makers awake! Lovelove Stella.
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    Squeaky wheel gets the grease? That first article was a real whining piece of journalism. I'm not sure what to make of this. If he admitted he's a fucking whiner and apologized for the first article, well that would be worth reading. 'Some Folks Look for Answers' -- How the Grateful Dead Came to Announce Two Additional 'Fare Thee Well' Shows Posted: 04/10/2015 4:00 pm EDT Updated: 04/10/2015 4:01 pm EDT GRATEFUL DEAD When promoter Peter Shapiro became aware of the article I wrote last month, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Not the Grateful Dead," taking him to task for the way ticket sales were handled for the Grateful Dead's "Fare Thee Well" shows, scheduled for July 3-5 at Chicago's Soldier Field, he had two choices: 1. Write it off as the "butthurt whining" of someone who didn't get tickets (which, just for the record, was not true), or 2. Defend the manner in which ticket sales were conducted, the choice of venue and the way in which these factors served to stimulate the secondary market, causing ticket prices to soar into the thousands. But Shapiro was not satisfied with either of those choices and came up with a third, very Grateful Dead-like option: He got my cell phone number from a mutual friend and called me to talk about the issues I had raised. Shapiro set the tone of the conversation by saying, "I'm a 'head' (referring to the term "Deadhead" that is commonly used among fans of the Grateful Dead), you're a 'head.' I just thought we should honor the spirit of the Grateful Dead and talk." And talk we did, for almost an hour on that occasion, and on numerous other occasions during the ensuing month, leading up to today's announcement that the band will add two shows to the final chapter in their illustrious, 50-year long, strange trip. Over the course of our almost-daily conversations, emails and texts, Peter Shapiro and I maintained a level of respect and professionalism that was truly remarkable as we navigated our way through the complicated topics at hand. As a result, tough issues were addressed, the voices of the many thousands of Deadheads who didn't get tickets to the Chicago shows were heard and a solution was crafted. There were three primary issues that I had raised in my article: the small percentage of tickets that were fulfilled through the initial mail order by Grateful Dead Ticket Sales, the choice of Chicago's Soldier Field as the venue and the selection of Trey Anastasio as the lead guitarist. I made it clear to Shapiro that my concerns about the latter two issues were relatively minor, and only relevant because they resulted in too many true Deadheads being shut out, while stimulating the secondary market, thereby raising ticket prices. One of the most fundamental principles of the Grateful Dead and their fans, expressed in biblical language, has always been this: Thou shalt not sell a ticket to a Grateful Dead concert for more than face value. Critics of my article called me out for failing to accept the way ticket sales are conducted in the present day and age, and mocked my suggestion that all the tickets should have all been sold through the mail order. Peter Shapiro was not one of those critics. Rather, Shapiro came to recognize this as a problem that needed a solution. "Your story, and others -- yours was the biggest one -- made us realize there was a problem," Shapiro commented. "I went to the Grateful Dead ticketing office and saw the (decorated mail order) envelopes; it was painful. We knew people were shut out." So, Shapiro went to work to create a solution. About two weeks after our initial conversation he mentioned to me that he was trying to convince the band to do two shows in California and asked my opinion of that idea. "What would you think about two shows in the Bay Area the weekend before (the Chicago shows)?" To which I replied, "Pete, if you pull that off and sell all of the tickets by mail order, what's happened with the Chicago shows will be quickly forgiven." After weeks of tireless work that ranged from convincing the band to negotiating agreements that enabled the use of an online mail order system, Peter Shapiro and the band have announced today that there will be two additional shows, June 27 and 28 at Levi's Stadium in Santa Clara, Calif. Most importantly, some 90 percent of the tickets will be sold in true Grateful Dead style, through an innovative online mail order lottery. According to Shapiro, "We will not be using the typical on-sale method. Everybody who enters will have an equal chance to get tickets in a true lottery, and the ability of 'bots' and other online ticket gathering techniques is eliminated." The additional shows were announced on a special edition of Tales from the Golden Road, a radio show on the SiriusXM Grateful Dead Channel, at 3 p.m. EDT today, and the online mail order began immediately with that announcement at Dead50.net, and will continue through 11:59 p.m. on Tuesday. Shapiro read a letter on behalf of the band, which you can read here. In the beloved Grateful Dead song, "Playing in the Band," there is a passage that goes, "Some folks look for answers/Others look for fights." It is tempting to interpret this as extolling the virtues of looking for answers, while pointing out the folly of looking for fights. But it is often the case that we must fight for what we believe is right so that the folks who have the power to provide the answers will be moved to do so. This is known as speaking truth to power. Like so many of the messages in Grateful Dead songs, this principle applies broadly to numerous issues that we deal with in our troubled world -- global warming, our political system, GMOs, fracking, police violence -- and the list goes on and on. In this final chapter of the Grateful Dead, the band's legacy as a vehicle for social justice remains intact. Those of us who took issue with the way so many Deadheads were excluded from the Chicago shows stood up and raised our voices, and Peter Shapiro and the band were forced to look for answers. And the answers they came up with -- two additional shows in the Bay Area, where the band's roots run deepest, and a fair, affordable method of ticketing -- serve to reassure us that the spirit of the Grateful Dead is still alive and well. Follow Stewart Sallo on Twitter: www.twitter.com/StewSallo
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    Forgot to watch/listen to the band. Ugh. Rich - please share again. Is it too late to listen?
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    I liked the old Avatar better too. Couldn't find it in my threads. Would love to repost if you will resend!!
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    I am bidding on SC to trade so SD heads can go to Chicago....if I get tix, and can trade you get tix....or any needy head in our 30+.....Thanks for checking in.....liked the old avatar better kid....
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Let me think for a minute son" And he said, "Yes I think it can be easily done. Just take everything down to Highway 61"
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Yum! Yum! Yum! Room for 1 more for dinner?
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Morning Al and Ms Katniss, Lisa a few more will be showing up for the feast.... They all asked about you Down on the farm The cows asked, the pigs asked The horses asked, too All want to know why to the city You moved, changed your name to Kitty What's come over you? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou They's all bawling 'bout you Down on the farm The cows bawl, the pigs bawl The horses bawl, too Miss you so much that crying's All we can do Weeping and wailing, praying You'll come home soon It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou I hear you're working in a saloon I hear ya work from midnight 'til noon I might be from the woods But them hours don't sound so good What do you do in here barroom? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou You can't dance so I assume In a bag you couldn't carry a tune I might be from the woods But these hours don't sound so good What you doin' in here barroom? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou
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Um, well. That bottle of proseco was just begging to be opened. Early. So, it's keeping company with some fresh out-of-the-oven chiabatta, slathered with a decadent triple cream brie aside fresh figs and sliced peaches drizzled with pomegranate balsamic. "You can't dance so I assume In a bag you couldn't carry a tune" My favorite stanza this week! (and oh, so true.) Seriously. Wish you were here...
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These posts of yours are better than calling a 900 number....enjoy dinner... Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device" And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast I'm hungry.....
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But last night we rented the 2014 Bill Murray flick, St Vincent. Very entertaining, a potential tear-jerker at the end (I confess) and yes, recommend it :-) Have a great week ahead y'all !!
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a peaceful easy feeling here in da Buff...... I'll light the fire, you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours while I listen to you Play your love songs all night long for me, only for me. Come to me now and rest your head for just five minutes, everything is good. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated by the Sunshine through them, fiery gems for you, only for you. Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard, Now everything is easy cause of you and our la, la, la: Our house is a very, very fine house with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard, Now everything is easy cause of you and our I'll light the fire, you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today. Coffee is on.....Happy Monday...
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Hey now Daydreamers it is a beautiful morning here in Saint Louis. I'm sitting here in the Jury pool looking out the window at the Gateway Arch. What a great weekend it was indeed! Thanks to rrrgrrr and a carrier pigeon who is headed back to da Buff for my package. Matt and I were so excited to get "show tapes" in the mail! Now we'll see if I get chosen to help decide someone's fate... Good morning, Worm your honor. The crown will plainly show  The prisoner who now stands before you Was caught red-handed showing feelings Showing feelings of an almost human nature;  This will not do. Call the schoolmaster! I always said he'd come to no good In the end your honor. If they'd let me have my way I could Have flayed him into shape. But my hands were tied, The bleeding hearts and artists Let him get away with murder. Let me hammer him today? Crazy,  Toys in the attic I am crazy,  Truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away. Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy. You little shit you're in it now, I hope they throw away the key. You should have talked to me more often  Than you did, but no! You had to go Your own way, have you broken any  Homes up lately? Just five minutes, Worm your honor,  Him and Me, alone. Baaaaaaaaaabe! Come to mother baby, let me hold you  In my arms. M'lud I never wanted him to Get in any trouble. Why'd he ever have to leave me? Worm, your honor, let me take him home. Crazy,  Over the rainbow, I am crazy, Bars in the window. There must have been a door there in the wall When I came in. Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy. The evidence before the court is Incontrovertible, there's no need for The jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before  Of someone more deserving Of the full penalty of law. The way you made them suffer, Your exquisite wife and mother, Fills me with the urge to defecate! "Hey Judge! Shit on him!" Since, my friend, you have revealed your  Deepest fear, I sentence you to be exposed before  Your peers. Tear down the wall!    
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Morning and you are indeed welcome...carrier pigeon stopped in the park for a spell.... Serve and protect.... Well good morning Judge, how are you today I'm in trouble, please put me away A pretty thing took a shine to me I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be He didn't do it, he wasn't there He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare Well good morning Judge, yes I'm back again I'm in trouble, so it's back to the pen I found a car but I couldn't pay I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away He didn't do it, he wasn't there He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare I didn't do it, I wasn't there I didn't want it, I wouldn't dare Alcatraz is like a home sweet home I'm so wanted and I'm never alone San Quentin is the place to be I'm so happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free
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I'm juror # 21. Chosen in 1st panel. At least this process is moving fast today. This is the 3rd time I've been in Jury duty. It is interesting to say the least. I need more coffee though...
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Coffee is on...... Remember and weigh the testimony..... Well he was cold, tired, and hungry Came a beggin' for bread The lady took him in and fed him breakfast in bed It wasn't me No no baby it wasn't me Ah, that must have been some other body, No, no child it wasn't me Well, there's a cool, young whipper snapper Loves to run and play But the draft board got him they inducted him today It wasn't me No no baby it wasn't me Yeah, you must've met some other body, No, no child it wasn't me Callin' out for volunteers on the front row Lieutenant said which one of ya'll will volunteer to go It wasn't me Woo, it wasn't me Yeah that must've been some other body, No, no child it wasn't me Wailin' down the freeway adjust the cruisin' power The state trooper clocked me at ninety miles an hour It wasn't me No no sheriff it wasn't me Well you must have met some other body, No, no it wasn't me Well you say you saw my car parked By the drive-in one night Came over to speak to me but I was outta sight It wasn't me No no baby it wasn't me That must've been some other body, No, no child it wasn't me I met a German girl in England Who was goin' to school in France Said we danced the Mississippi at an Alpha Cappa dance It wasn't me Woo, it wasn't me Yeah, you must've met some other body, No, no child it wasn't me Good luck.....
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As soon as the panel was called, the case was setled. Now I'm drinking my lunch at TGI Fridays in the shadow of the Arch. I never get to have a coctail at lunch. Hopefully I get called up cause the book I'm reading sucks...should known it was a rape story, its got my blood pumpin. Good to see other jurors at the bar... Cheers! ;-) My song now is Tennesee by Arrested Development. Takes too much battery to post lyrics.
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It's ok I will spin one for you.... 5 a.m. on Tuesday, why am I up so early? Drive out to Santa Ana 'cause I've got jury duty No breakfast, short tempered And I cut my head shaving Ten miles out, I hit traffic Some days just aren't worth saving You know I haven't had the best of days But I want to stop and thank you anyway At the courthouse I waited And waited then I waited At lunchtime my car stalled out I couldn't get it started Had a book by C.S. lewis I finished the last page and Slept on my desk for three hours Just like my high school days 'Cuz every single moment Whether sleeping or awake is your creation And what you've made is good I don't always thank you for the rough days And the hard times in my life Even though I should Got home and decided I'd be in a bad mood My shy and quiet wife said she didn't like my attitude Got a call from my mother Forgot my sister's birthday I'm a lousy older brother safe to say I've had a bad day
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Took the bus downtown this Morning. 10 minutes to downtown. I love my city. Even the homeless sleeping in the park or those waiting to get free breakfast from the Salvation Army. I was born here. My soul grew here. Big city, big problems but it's home. I know it like the back of my hand. These streets have memories, of harder times and slower days. When horses were pulling wagons down the cobblestone streets. The Dred Scott decision was handed down right across from where I sit.
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A little Nick Lowe and Rockpile.....love those guys.... We're in the heart of the city, where the alligator roams I'm a little lost lamb, ain't got no place to go I ain't got one penny, just got a shirt on my back I left home in a hurry, I ain't never goin' back I'm lookin' for a lover in the heart of the city Well I'm a standin' on the street and I'm a steppin' off the end Yeah I'm lookin' for a lover, lookin' lookin' everywhere Maybe I'm in with a chance, I hear a clickety clack There's a girl my Lord, I see her stop, check, turn and double back I'm lookin' for a lover in the heart of the city I'm lookin', I'm lookin', I'm lookin', I'm lookin' I'm lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' everywhere In the heart of the city We're in the heart of the city, we're in the heart of the stars I hear the crash of music and a thousand guitars And the boys are on the prowl and they're checkin' on me They know a bird up in the hand, is worth two out on the streets Checkin' on neat in the heart of the city Heart, heart of the city Heart, heart oh yeah Heart, heart of the city Heart, heart oh yeah
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Back in the Jury pool again tomorrow...come on bus, I wanna go home.
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Another day another dollar? Night Miami...... We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me Around Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well I feel so broke up I want to go home So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home The first mate he got drunk And broke in the Cap'n's trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home (Hoist up the John B's sail) Hoist up the John B I feel so broke up I wanna go home Let me go home The poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home Why don't they let me go home This is the worst trip I've ever been on So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home
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And another $12 dollars...Jury pay. I actually get paid through my job as well. Read half of the stupid rape novel. Tomorrow it will be Hunter Thompson instead. Some girl was puffin a roach at the bus stop. Did I say I love STL? This tune goes out to those who were busted in STL. Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won "[x2]" I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won "[x2]" I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the Robbin' people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won "[x2]" I lost my girl and I lost my fun I fought the law and the law won "[x2]" I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the I fought the law and the law won "[x7]" I fought the law and the
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And all the ships at sea..... Wacky tobacky It made me feel so good Wacky tobacky Just like you said it would Everybody doin' it Smokin' and a-chewin' it They shippin' and buzzin' it And Congress is discussin' it Oh, listen to me 'Cause I wouldn't tell you no lie Some folks are tryin' it But then they're denyin' it A scientist is testin' But you might get arrested Jiminy Cricket I wouldn't tell you no lie But now, wacky tobacky Wacky tobacky Oh, wacky tobacky It made me feel so weird Wacky tobacky I had to shave my beard Yeah, the old they're tryin' it And then they're denyin' it It's wicked and it's graded But then it's confiscated It's crackers to slip a rozzer Oh, the dropsy in snide Hey boy, wacky tobacky Wacky tobacky I said Wacky tobacky Wacky tobacky Cha cha cha!
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Another hazy, hot and humid day in store....Some like it hot, and some sweat when the heat is on Some feel the heat and decide that they can't go on Some like it hot, but you can't tell how hot till you try Some like it hot, so let's turn up the heat till we fry Feel the heat pushing you to decide Feel the heat burning you up, ready or not Coffee is on.... Be kind....
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Then this must be Belgium. I've heard they like the Ale... Wonder if Sarge likes to lap up the suds...had a big lab back in the day who craved the stuff. Is that the sunrise over there? Might want to report that to the rest of the daydreamers... Carry on, my not-so-wayward son...enjoying the ride!
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....dot is where it's at.
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Hey now daydreamers, did we move to the southern hemisphere? It is hot as Hades outside. This flower is wiltin' I was sweating the minute I walked outside. Outside people lookin half dead walking on a sidewalk hotter than a match head! Fingers crossed I get released today. Jury pool is like purgatory.
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remember to hydrate.....flowers need water.... Sitting here in limbo But I know it won't be long Sitting here in limbo Like a bird without a song Well, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on Sitting here in limbo Waiting for the dice to roll Yeah, now, sitting here in limbo Got some time to search my soul Well, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on I don't know where life will leave me But I know where I have been I can't say what life will show me But I know what I have seen Tried my hand at love and friendship But all that is past and gone This little boy is movin' on Sitting here in limbo Waiting for the tide to flow Sitting here in limbo Knowing that I have to go Well, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on I don't know where life will take me But I know where I have been I don't know what life will show me But I know what I have seen Tried my hand at love and friendship That is past and gone And now it's time to move along Gonna lead me on now Meanwhile, they're putting up resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on Sitting in limbo, limbo, limbo Sitting in limbo, limbo, limbo Sitting in limbo, limbo, limbo Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on
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I saw her sitting in the rain Raindrops falling on her She didn't seem to care She sat there and smiled at me And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew) She could make me happy (happy, happy)  Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere I love the flower girl Oh, I don't know just why She simply caught my eye I love the flower girl she seemed so sweet and kind. She crept into my mind. I knew I had to say hello (hello, hello) She smiled up at me She took my hand and we walked through the park alone But I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew) She had made me happy (happy, happy) Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere I love the flower girl Oh, I don?t know just why She simply caught my eye I love the flower girl she seemed so sweet and kind She crept into my mind Suddenly the sun broke through (see the sun). I turned around she was gone (where did she go). And all I had left was one little flower from her hair. But I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)  She had made me happy (happy, happy). Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere I love the flower girl Was she reality or just a dream to me? I love the flower girl Our love shall lead the way To find a sunny day I love the flower girl Was she reality or just a dream to me?
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I met a lot of women everywhereI met a lot of women, I don't care But there's one girl sticking to my mind The girl with the yellow flower painted on her behind Thought that she was just another girl Livin' in this or-din-ary world When I asked to see some kind of a sign She bent down and showed me the flower on her behind Yellow flower, I love-a you Yellow flower, you're the sweet flower anywhere around Now I know that someday there'll be three Someday soon she'll come away with me I guess I knew all along she'd be mine The girl with the yellow flower, painted on her behind You know I love her truly (I love her truly) The girl with the yellow flower, painted on her behind I'm just crazy about her coolie The girl with the yellow flower, painted on her behind Right on! (chatter and clapping - fades to end)
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love that tune. soothes my soul mightily. JGs strong but delicate perfectly paced lead does it for me every time.
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So I assume you don't mean the Good Rats homage to the chick with the painted ass?;-)
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That's ok too but not my soul-soother.
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No i'taint..... Jerry n Merl n Kahn n Tutt ....that's the ticket..... You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you got a helping hand to lend You just want to be on The side that’s winning You say I let you down You know it’s not like that If you’re so hurt Why then don’t you show it You say you lost your faith But that’s not where it’s at You had no faith to lose And you know it I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd You’re in with Do you take me for such a fool To think I’d make contact With the one who tries to hide What he don’t know to begin with You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, “How are you?” “Good luck” But you don’t mean it When you know as well as me You’d rather see me paralyzed Why don’t you just come out once And scream it No, I do not feel that good When I see the heartbreaks you embrace If I was a master thief Perhaps I’d rob them And now I know you’re dissatisfied With your position and your place Don’t you understand It’s not my problem I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You’d know what a drag it is To see you 3 plus weeks outside of Chicago and still Jerry jonesin'
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Me n Sarge are gonna ease on down the road.... All you pretty people.....carry on.... Love is coming to us all.... Her majesty is a pretty nice girl, she doesn't have a lot to say.... Her majesty is a pretty nice girl, she changes from day to day.... Wanna tell her that I love her a lot, but I gotta get a belly full of wine... Her majesty is a pretty nice girl.... No... Cuz I got mine...... Peace all......you need me, contact me...just not here..... .....is equal to the love you make..... ....we are gonna wait on the next bus.... that's our soul-soother...... .
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RIP, John Jeremiah. There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it'll take you up or down From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by And there ain't no road just like it Anywhere I found Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound And it starts up north from Hollywood, water on the driving side Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine There ain't no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive And there's no peace of mind, or place you see, than riding on Lake Shore Drive And there ain't no road just like it Anywhere I found Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound And it's Friday night and you're looking clean To early to start the rounds A ten minute ride from the Gold Coast back make sure you're pleasure bound And it's four o'clock in the morning and all of the people have gone away Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive, tomorrow is another day And the sunshine's fine in the morning time, tomorrow is another day And there ain't no road just like it Anywhere I found Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town Just snaking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
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You can check out any time you like,but you can never leave... We'll see, eh?
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So, ok. how weird is it, that I spent the day at the Cook County Court House at 26th & California (lovely neighborhood, if you like jails.) How did I spend my day? In the JURY ROOM. In the morning, I got to color (my newest kick.) In the afternoon, got to sit in the panel and get asked questions by a smart old judge, who loves his job. Fortunately, he didn't pick me, and I they sent me home at the end of the day with a $25 check. Made any more, and I might move away! I tell ya -- I don't know how people that work in the city do that commute on a daily basis.
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Wow that's pretty cool. I didn't get picked even for a case today and was dismissed early at 2pm. I get $24 for two days. Back to the mines tomorrow. Have a lovely evening all!
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Sold ba dus, too many miles, brakes shot, no A/C and its friggin hot here.... Good news.....I got incense, coffee, dog n cat food and a weird ass raft from these guys named Huck n Jim...they were following Phish upstream and needed gas money..... Problem is I'm up the creek without a paddle....anyone have a spare paddle and we can go see Carlos n Phil at Lock'n and Warren and Bobby with Ratdog...... Sarge is wearing his lifeguard garb, with goggles.....so we are safe..... Get on your cabana wear......and have one more piña colada..... With a lotta love and Just a little luck we can carry on..... This one goes out to those who are in a lull after the Chicago party....... Gotta get better in a little while.....Eric and Duane told me so...it must be true! A friend of mine just had a real bad time. You see, his life was shattered and he lost his mind. His girl ran off along with his best friend, And through emotional stress he brought his life to an end. It was such a tragedy, But that's the way it's got to be. Life goes on. Life goes on. It happens ev'ry day. So appreciate what you got Before it's taken away. Life will hit you When you're unprepared, So be grateful and take all That you can while you're there. Get that frown off your head, 'Cause you're a long time dead. Life goes on and on and on. Life goes on and on and on. No use runnin' 'round lookin' scared, Life could get you when you're unaware. One day it's gonna come, so you better accept it. Life will hit you when you least expect it. And one day when you are gone, You know that life will still go on. But no one'll care if you've been good, bad, right or wrong. Life will still go on. My bank went broke and my well ran dry. It was almost enough to contemplate suicide. I turned on the gas, but I soon realized I hadn't settled my bill so they cut off my supply. No matter how I try, it seems I'm too young to die. Life goes on and on and on. Life goes on and on and on. Tornado, cyclone and hurricane Can batter the houses with the thunder and rain. Blizzards can blow; the waves hit the shore, But the people recover and come back for more. Somehow the people fight back, even the future looks black. Life goes on and on and on. Life goes on and on and on.
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All aboard...da raft? I've got extra paddles and some flippers too just in case. Grab your lifevest and pass me a pina colada! Puppers, where is the sunscreen? I burn red as a crab in the sun! On waves of love my heart is breaking And stranger still my self control I can't rely on anymore New tides surprise - my world it's changing Within this frame an ocean swells - behind this smile I know it well Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting I am the pilot of the storm - adrift in pleasure I may drown I built this ship - it is my making And furthermore my self control I can't rely on anymore I know why - I know why Crazy on a ship of fools Crazy on a ship of fools Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground Who claims that no man is an island While I land up in jeopardy - more distant from you by degrees I walk this shore in isolation And at my feet eternity draws ever sweeter plans for me I know why - I know why Crazy on a ship of fools Crazy on a ship of fools Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground Oh no, oh no - ship of fools --
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Sunscreen provided....floaties abound.... Time to get it wet! Rubber Ducky Rubber Ducky, you're the one, You make bathtime lots of fun, Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you; (woh woh, bee doh!) Rubber Ducky, joy of joys, When I squeeze you, you make noise! Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true! (doo doo doo doooo, doo doo) Every day when I Make my to the tubby I find a little fella who's Cute and yellow and chubby (rub-a-dub-a-dubby!) Rubber Ducky, you're so fine And I'm lucky that you're mine Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. (repeat chorus) Rubber Ducky, you're so fine And I'm lucky that you're mine Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of - Rubber ducky, I'd like a whole pond of - Rubber ducky I'm of - Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you! (doo doo, be doo.)
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Have you ever seen those in gift shops...they're red rubber duckies with little devil horns. So devilishly cute! She was afraid to come out of the locker She was as nervous as she could be She was afraid to come out of the locker She was afraid that somebody would see One, two, three, four, tell the people what she wore It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini That she wore for the first time today An itsy, bitsy, teentie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini So in the locker she wanted to stay Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell you more She was afraid to come out in the open And so a blanket around she wore She was afraid to come out in the open And so she sat bundled up on the shore Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini That she wore for the first time today An itsy, bitsy, teentie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini So in the blanket she wanted to stay Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell you more Now she is afraid to come out of the water And I wonder what she's gonna do Now she is afraid to come out of the water And the poor little girl's turning blue Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini That she wore for the first time today An itsy, bitsy, teentie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini So in the water she wanted to stay (From the locker to the blanket) (From the blanket to the shore) (From the shore to the water) Yes, there isn't any more
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Half a mile from the county fairAnd the rain keep pourin' down Me and Billy standin' there With a silver half a crown Hands are full of a fishin' rod And the tackle on our backs We just stood there gettin' wet With our backs against the fence Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Hope it don't rain all day [Chorus:] And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like goin' home And it stoned me Then the rain let up and the sun came up And we were gettin' dry Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by So we jumped right in and the driver grinned And he dropped us up the road We looked at the swim and we jumped right in Not to mention fishing poles Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Let it run all over me [Chorus] On the way back home we sang a song But our throats were getting dry Then we saw the man from across the road With the sunshine in his eyes Well he lived all alone in his own little home With a great big gallon jar There were bottles too, one for me and you And he said Hey! There you are Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Get it myself from the mountain stream
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water dissolving and water removing...there is water at the bottom of the ocean.
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Or does it?.... Only love can make it rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea Only love can make it rain Like the sweat of lovers layin' in the fields Love, reign o'er me Love, reign o'er me Rain on me, rain on me Only love can bring the rain That makes you yearn to the sky Only love can bring the rain That falls like tears from on high Love, reign o'er me Rain on me, rain on me Love, reign o'er me Rain on me, rain on me On the dry and dusty road The nights we spend apart alone I need to get back home to cool, cool rain I can't sleep, and I lay, and I think The night is hot and black as ink Oh God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain Love, reign o'er me Reign o'er me, o'er me, o'er me Love, reign o'er me, o'er me Love Goodnight Miami, Goodnight Irene.....and all the ships at sea.....pun intended.....
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the more they stay the same! Now here you go again You say you want your freedom Well, who am I to keep you down? It's only right that you should Play the way you feel it But listen carefully to the sound Of your loneliness Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost... And what you had... And what you lost [Chorus:] Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say... Women... they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean... you'll know, you'll know Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself It's only me Who wants to wrap around your dreams and... Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness... Like a heartbeat... drives you mad... In the stillness of remembering what you had... And what you lost... And what you had... And what you lost [Chorus 2x]
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I can't help about the shape I'm inI can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to" Oh well
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the lyrics could covey the sound. The whole is greater than the sum of it's parts. We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World
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Sarge lost a fight with a skunk....it's rub a dub dub time.... Damn son you stank!!!!! Pass the duckie on the left hand side....
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Oh, what else can I do, oh, what else can I do Oh, face in a screw oh, racing to prove You never remember the blossom sender Still in a rub a dub style Long time you don't know what I'm doing whoa Long time see troubles are brewing yeah Slick to the way you rock it and know that You'll cope with that Not gonna let it sit 'til I say, "how dope was that" Keep your head pumping 'til you get in the zone Not giving up not going home Stick to the way you rock it just do it real slow Nobody can really say 'cause nobody really know Only thing that matters if it's funky to you You got a choice of what you can do so Oh, what else can I do, oh, what else can I do Oh, face in a screw oh, racing to prove You never remember the blossom sender Still in a rub a dub style Stick to the way you rock it just do it real slow Nobody can really say 'cause nobody really know Only thing that matters if it's funky to you You got a choice of what you can do
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Welcome onboard Katniss..life preservers on lower deck..... Well now keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away Keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away Here you come mama big as sin, tell what you been doin' by the shape you're in So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away If you been doin' what I think you been doin' baby, can't do that 'round here You been doin' what I think you been doin' baby, can't do that 'round here Here you come mam big as hell, tell what you been doin' by way you smell So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away What's that smell like fish pretty baby, I really would like to know Tell me What's that smell like fish oh mama, I really would like to know That ain't puddin' baby ain't no pie, it's the stuff that I got you by So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away Now yes you gotta leave this mornin', get your yas yas outta my door Now yes you gotta leave this mornin', get your yas yas outta my door Ashes to ashes mama, dust to dust, what-cha gonna do when that damn thing rusts So keep on truckin' mama, truckin' my blues away.....