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  • Klangstone
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    @hearts (how I feel about the SD group)
    Hearing - Talking - Yes I - Love you Set your heart sail on the river Look around you as you drift downstream Pouring souls into the ocean Take account of all you've seen Hearing Talking Love you One people - Together Freedom for today So easy the future So see the children's way Love me Teach me Know me One people - Together Freedom for today Tomorrow forever So see the people's way Many moons cascade one river They light from side to side As we cross in close proximity Like rivers our hearts entwine How we talk - How we teach our children How we move - We direct our eyes All the senses tuned discovery As and as and when our hearts decide Be ready now - Be ye circle Be the central force ye life As the game extends the cycle Be ready to move One heart's for love One's for giving Two hearts are better Than one I hearing it I living it I believe in it Two hearts are better Than one Hearts Sailing down the river Hearts Throwing out a line Hearts Sharing out your fortunes Hearts In and out of time Hearing - Talking - Yes I - Love One heart's for love One's for giving Two hearts are better Than one I hearing it I living it I believe in it I loving it Two hearts are better Than one Hearts Sailing down the river Hearts Throwing out a line Hearts Sharing out your fortunes Hearts In and out of time Who would believe you - Wise men do Days that we knew it clear with you You sing the answers question time Now it you need me let our hearts entwine Let our hearts entwine Hearts - Sailing down the river Hearts - Throwing out a line I hearing it - I living it - I believe in it - I loving it Hearts Two hearts will always be In and out of time One heart's for love One's for giving Two hearts are better Than one I hearing it I living it I believe in it I loving it Two hearts are better Than one Hearts Sailing down the river Hearts Throwing out a line Hearts Sharing out your fortunes Hearts In and out of time As we flow down life's rivers I see the stars glow - One by one All angels of the magic constellation Be singing us now (35 hearts are much better than 1!)
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    these people and this place are addicting...
    ..or is it addictive? OK, but no additives. Seems I may need to check in to "the place" where you get help. I need some rehabilitation. I just can't stay away. They try to make go to rehab I say uh no, no, no! @deuce: Little Deuce Coupe you don't know what I got. @matt: great anecdote about you and your son, frikkin' awesome post!
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    As I ride into the sunset, Sarge will leave you with this memory..... Hurry hop on....Hi Ho Silver!!!!!!....... Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun Dust on my face and my cape Me and Magdalena on the run I think this time we shall escape Sold my guitar to the baker’s son For a few crumbs and a place to hide But I can get another one And I’ll play for Magdalena as we ride No Ilores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people Hoofbeats like castanets on stone At night I dream of bells in the village steeple Then I see the bloody face of Ramon Was it me that shot him down in the cantina Was it my hand that held the gun? Come, let us fly, my Magdalena The dogs are barking and what’s done is done No Ilores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango At the corrida we’ll sit in the shade And watch the young torero stand alone We’ll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed When they rode with Villa into Torreón Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church this side of town I will wear new boots and an earring of gold You’ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown The way is long but the end is near Already the fiesta has begun The face of God will appear With His serpent eyes of obsidian No Ilores, mi querida Dio nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango Was that the thunder that I heard? My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain Come sit by me, don’t say a word Oh, can it be that I am slain? Quick, Magdalena, take my gun Look up in the hills, that flash of light Aim well my little one We may not make it through the night No Ilores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango Have a great weekend, God willing and the creek don't rise be back faster than 2 shakes of a lambs tail....not sure what that means but my dad used to say it.....probably a good thing.....Say hi to Matt!!!! Any dreamers still here....carry on.....
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    Emmylou is just fine by Ellie Mae JJ is ALSO from Missouri, man we just dont stop crankin out exceptional humans! @ the music never stopped... I can do this all day. I have a desk job with little to do...waitin for the phone to ring. @ TGIF got 1.5 hrs to go till quittin time. Ooh I need your love babe Guess you know it's true Hope you need my love babe Just like I need you Hold me, love me, hold me, love me Ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Love you every day girl Always on my mind One thing I can say girl Love you all the time Hold me, love me, hold me, love me Ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Eight days a week I love you Eight days a week Is not enough to show I care Ooh I need your love babe Guess you know it's true Hope you need my love babe Just like I need you Hold me, love me, hold me, love me Ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Eight days a week I love you Eight days a week Is not enough to show I care Love you every day girl Always on my mind One thing I can say girl Love you all the time Hold me, love me, hold me, love me Ain't got nothing but love babe Eight days a week Eight days a week Eight days a week
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    Obscure lyrical reference...I admit....but I love Larry Campbell..... Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee They’re throwing knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man’s bones Got their noses to the grindstones Living in the Land of Nod Trustin’ their fate to the Hands of God They pass by so silently Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee Well, they’re going to the country, they’re gonna retire They’re taking a street car named Desire Looking in the window at the pecan pie Lot of things they’d like they would never buy Neither one gonna turn and run They’re making a voyage to the sun “His Master’s voice is calling me” Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee Tweedle-dee Dee and Tweedle-dee Dum All that and more and then some They walk among the stately trees They know the secrets of the breeze Tweedle-dee Dum said to Tweedle-dee Dee “Your presence is obnoxious to me” They’re like babies sittin’ on a woman’s knee Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee Well, the rain beating down on my window pane I got love for you and it’s all in vain Brains in the pot, they’re beginning to boil They’re dripping with garlic and olive oil Tweedle-dee Dee—he’s on his hands and his knees Saying, “Throw me somethin’, Mister, please” “What’s good for you is good for me” Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee Well, they’re living in a happy harmony Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee They’re one day older and a dollar short They’ve got a parade permit and a police escort They’re lying low and they’re makin’ hay They seem determined to go all the way They run a brick-and-tile company Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee Well a childish dream is a deathless need And a noble truth is a sacred dream My pretty baby, she’s lookin’ around She’s wearin’ a multi-thousand dollar gown Tweedle-dee Dee is a lowdown, sorry old man Tweedle-dee Dum, he’ll stab you where you stand “I’ve had too much of your company,” Says Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
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    Dang....I step away for Eleven minutes and a whole blang concert erupts... When Barlow wrote "The Music Never Stopped" he musta had you guys in mind. BTW, The Music Never Stopped was first played 40 years ago, on Aug 15, 1975, at the GAMH in San fran..written that June...in Wyoming ok, let er rippppppp g
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    My mamma and my daddy Told me that love is a two-way street But lately baby, you've been finding New ways of dragging your feet So come on, make your best shot You don't have to take the blame I'll be your belle star You can be my Jesse James There's lonely people everywhere From Abilene to Arkansas The way they run for cover You'd think love was against the law Well i don't need a pistol , baby You won't have to rob a train You can be my belle star And i can be your Jesse James I know you've done some hard time Baby, and you've got your doubts When you feel surrounded And it's looking there's no way out I'll come riding to rescue All you gotta do is call my name I'll be your belle star You can be my Jesse James It don't take a genius, baby There ain't no big mystery You can't play it safe And still go down in history So saddle up the horses 'Cos we're headed for the hall of fame I'll be your belle star You can be my Jesse James I'll be your belle star You can be my Jesse James
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    OK one more by these fellas cause its a stone cold groove... Crazy Janey and her mission man Were back in the alley tradin' hands 'Long came Wild Billy with his friend G-Man All duded up for Saturday night Well, Billy slammed on his coaster brakes And said, "Anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake? It's about a mile down on the dark side of Route 88 I got a bottle of rosé so let's try it We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go They're build like light And they dance like spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night) Oh, you don't know what they can do to you Spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night) Stand up right now and let them shoot through you" Well now, Wild Billy was a crazy cat And he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap He said, "Trust some of this, it'll show you where you're at Or at least it'll help you really feel it" By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake I said, "I'm hurt." She said, "Honey, let me heal it" And we danced all night to a soul fairy band And she kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can She felt so nice Just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night), in the night (all night) Janey don't know what she do to you Spirit in the night (all night), in the night (all night) Stand right up and let her shoot through me Now, the night was bright and the stars threw light On Billy and Davy dancin' in the moonlight They were down near the water in a stone mud fight Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn Well now, Hazy Davy got really hurt He ran into the lake in just his socks and his shirt Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt Singin' our birthday songs Janey said it was time to go So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to Gypsy Angel Row Felt so right Together we moved like spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)...
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    Oh, oh, Carmelina,The daughter of the wealthy banker. Since she came to town all my friends are gone, And I'm stuck out here with melody. Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down. The way I feel, this must be real. If you can't cut it, don't pick up the knife. There's no reward in your conscience stored When you're sleepin' with another man's wife. Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down. The way I feel, this must be real. I wanna lick the platter, the gravy doesn't matter. It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down, But it's the neighbor's wife I'm after. Saddle up the palomino, the sun is going down. The way I feel, this must be real. Damn, Neil certainly cuts to the chase......
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    He's STL grown like yours truely! Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yay' Others just smoke and fuck all day I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer Jetting off with Brian Cox, I'll see you later Maybe not 'cause I got something hot In the Navigata, waiting in the parking lot A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it Now tell me boys have you seen her? Have you seen her, nine millimeter Making niggas believers Hop out the two seater, now vocal wife beater Levi's fresh from the cleaners Heavy starch with the cuff Like fuck it leave it to beaver Catch me in the galleria, plaza, Chesterfield Rolling down handly hills And the blocks of Pattonville I used to love it when hit me for a rocker Maybe a boppa, I kept it proper A non-stopper, around the clocka Now it's cool pull up the bends and helicopter uh [Chorus] Sunday morning, crack of dawn and I'm yawning Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm going Wake up man and start blowing Gotta get those juices flowing Now I'm gonna tell you one more time For your cats that just ain't knowing Hey, you can find me in St. Louie And the whole me fedy and leasy getting slow Grabbing the optomo, sharping up my flow Practicing for my shows That's usually how it goes We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swing through O'Fallon sounds Knocking out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost, the one who's getting where he at And he told you who's the boss I'm like a human hot sauce Thinking I'll burn your thoughts Your information was false I'll show you just what it costs In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I No one could do it better, hey [Chorus] Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy Love Pac and Biggie The way that you love your sticky Call Louie he have you pissy Mix with hen and crissy Bumping Tim and Missy With Slim he used to diss me In the red Expedishy That's Okay though, she can ride for the day though Can't even be a house guest like Kato I'm a dog I said it rough Now call me snoopy Wouldn't have me in a hoopie Now you see me in a coupie In front of utopia, I'm hoping you Come down herd chipping, may I'm toasting ya Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roasting ya And when the heat come down Get ghosting ya (god bless us) Loax with us, just how he jokes with us My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust Don't be provoking us It ain't no joke in us Just the north south east west coasting us
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Those who love Neil Diamond and those who don't ..... Well, I love black licorice and I love the Grateful Dead....thanks So Cal Dead Fan!!!!! ......and I love Neil Diamond.....but what about Bob? Baby loves me, yes, yes she does Ah, the girl's outta sight, yeah Says she loves me, yes, yes she does Mmm, gonna show me tonight, yeah Hey, she got the way to move me, Cherry (She got the way to groove me) Cherry, baby She got the way to move me (She got the way to groove me) All right Tell your mama, girl, I can't stay long We got things we gotta catch up on Mmm, you know You know what I'm sayin' Can't stand still while the music is playin' All right Y'ain't got no right, no, no you don't Ah, to be so exciting Won't need bright lights, no, no we won't Gonna make our own lightning Hey, she got the way to move me Cherry (She got the way to groove me) Cherry, baby She got the way to move me (She got the way to groove me) No, we won't tell a soul where we gone to Girl, we do whatever we want to Ah, I love the way that you do me Cherry, babe, you really get to me Hey, she got the way to move me, Cherry (She got the way to groove me) Cherry, baby She got the way to move me (She got the way to groove me) Cherry....
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I <3 Neil... Aw, Cracklin' Rosie, get on board We're gonna ride Till there ain't no more to go Taking it slow And Lord, don't you know We'll have me a time with a poor man's lady Hitchin' on a twilight train Ain't nothing here that I care to take along Maybe a song To sing when I want No need to say please to no man For a happy tune Oh, I love my Rosie child You got the way to make me happy You and me we go in style Cracklin' Rose, You're a store-bought woman But you make me sing like a guitar hummin' So hang on to me, girl, Our song keeps runnin' on Play it now, play it now Play it now, my baby Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile Girl, if it lasts for an hour, that's all right We got all night to set the world right Find us a dream that don't ask no questions Yeah Oh, I love my Rosie child You got the way to make me happy You and me we go in style Cracklin' Rose, You're a store-bought woman But you make me sing like a guitar hummin' So hang on to me, girl Our song keeps runnin' on Play it now, play it now Play it now, my baby Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile Girl, if it lasts for an hour, that's all right We got all night To set the world right Find us a dream that don't ask no questions Ba ba ba ba ba ...... Dont ask no questions....
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JUST A LONESOME L.A. COWBOY, HANGIN' OUT, HANGIN' ON TO YOUR WINDOW LEDGE, CALLIN' YOUR NAME FROM MIDNIGHT UNTIL DAWN I BEEN SMOKIN' DOPE, SNORTIN' COKE, TRYIN' TO WRITE A SONG FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW ‘TIL THE NEXT LINE COMES ALONG FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW ‘TIL THE NEXT LINE COMES ALONG THERE’S SO MANY PRETTY PEOPLE IN THE CITY, I SWEAR SOME OF THEM ARE GIRLS I MEET'EM DOWN AT BARNEY'S BEANERY WITH THEIR PLATFORM HEELS AND SPIT CURLS I BUY'EM DRINKS, WE SMOKE OUR HOPES TRY TO MAKE IT ONE MORE NIGHT BUT WHEN I’M LEFT ALL ALONE AT LAST I FEEL LIKE I'LL DIE FROM FRIGHT REPEAT CHORUS: WELL, I KNOW CHRIS AND RITA, AND MARTY MULL ARE MEETING AT THE TROUBADOUR WE'LL GET IT ON WITH THE JOY OF COOKING WHILE THE CROWD CRYS OUT FOR MORE ‘ROUND SIX O'CLOCK THIS MORNING I'LL BE GETTIN' KIND OF SLOW WHEN ALL THE SHOWS ARE OVER, HONEY, TELL ME, WHERE DO YOU THINK I GO?
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Something pretty close to real cowboys still exist in the very rual areas of the country...and the wild west is still in the hearts of most midwesterners...me included An old cowboy went ridin out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Plowin through the ragid skies and up a cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders comin hard and he heard their mournful cries Yippie i ohhh ohh ohh Yippie i aye ye ye Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred Their shirts all soaked with sweat He's ridin hard to catch that herd But he aint caught em yet Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky On horses snortin fire as they ride on hear their cries As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name 'if you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies Yippie i ohhh oh oh Yippie i aye ye ye Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky
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Are there any morereal cowboys Left out in these hills? Will the fire hit the iron One more time? And will one more dusty pick-up Coming rolling down the road With a load of feed before the sun gets high? Well, I hope that working cowboy never dies. Not the one that's snortin' cocaine When the honky-tonk's all closed But the one that prays for more rain Heaven knows That the good feed brings the money And the money buys the clothes Not the diamond sequins shining on TV But the kind the working cowboy really needs. Are there any more country families Still working hand in hand Trying hard to stay together And make a stand? While the rows and rows of houses Come creepin' up on the land Where the cattle graze and an old grey barn still stands Are there any more real cowboys in this land? Are there any more real cowboys in this land?
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Damn it Waylon and Willie...they all listened. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis And each night begins a new day And if you don't understand him and he don't die young He'll probably just ride away Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night And them that don't know him won't like him and them that do Sometimes won't know how to take him He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him Do things to make you think he's right Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
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The only two things in lifeThat make it worth livin' Is guitars to tune good And firm feelin' women I don't need my name in the marquis lights I got my song and I got you with me tonight Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas With Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams pain songs And Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas Ain't nobody feelin' no pain So baby let's sell your diamond ring Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away This coat and tie is choking me In your high society you cry all day We've been so busy Keepin' up with the Jones Four car garage and we're still building on Maybe it's time we got Back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas With Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams pain songs And Newbury's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas Ain't nobody feelin' no pain Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas With Willie and Waylon and the boys This successful life we're livin' Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams pain songs And Jerry Jeff's train songs And blue eyes cryin' in the rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas There ain't nobody feelin' no pain Don't it make your brown eyes blue...oh they're blue already!
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it's been real, its been fun...it's been REAL FUN! Makes me want to go home and put my cowboy boots on. Matt and I watch westerns every Sunday without fail. I ain't an educated man As all you Fleet Street preachers know, It's just the simple things in life Get my motor running, ready to go If I can make you smile I will raise my glass, An' if you don't like it Then, baby, you can kiss my ass! You can tell me it's wrong, But, I love wine, women an' song Give me a good time woman, An' a love potion bottle of booze 'Cos I got a juke box heart Full of honky tonk rhythm an' blues You better lock up your daughter, your sister too, If get in my way, I'm gonna rock an' roll over you, Ain't nothing you can do You can tell it's wrong, But I love wine, women an' song Wine, women an' song, talking 'bout Wine, women an' song, Wine, women an' song, Wine, women an' song You get what you can But, don't take too long Wine, women an' song, Give me a rock an' roll band With a mean an' dirty blues guitar, Take me to a dance hall palace With a twenty four hour bar Then you better lock up your daughter, your sister too, If you get in my way, I'm gonna rock an' roll over you, Ain't nothing you can do You can tell me it's wrong, But I love wine, women an' song Wine, women an' song, talking 'bout Wine, women an' song, Wine, women an' song, Wine, women an' song You get what you can But, don't take too long, Wine, women an' song Wine, women an' song, Wine, women an' song, Wine, women an' song You get what you can But, don't take too long, Wine, women an' song Wine, women an' song Take it easy...Happy Trails!
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Can you believe it's almost September? The kids are all back at school...summer is singing it's swansong. Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm driving by your house Though I know you're not home But I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy? Remember how I made you scream Now I don't understand what happened to our love But babe, I'm gonna get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun I see you walking real slow and you're smilin' at everyone I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac A little voice inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back" I thought I knew what love was What did I know? Those days are gone forever I should just let them go but- I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone Next week is the Deadhead baseball night...and then Labor Day : }
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I love checking out the lyrics...but sometimes too much scrolling for me! I would vote for a separate thread...as long as everyone else is okay with that, esp. Rich and Holly.
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Howdy Anita....hope all is well........bout time to hop off anyways.... Bet it's gonna get awfully dead around here.... Holly grab the coffee, Sarge bring the bones..... peace.....out.... don't forget the music.... Can't live without it....
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Next stop...brand new bus! I'd just like to point out that we have a link to Da Dus on the new GD bulletin! We didn't go unnoticed! Peace to All.
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For our final selection here on KDED... We bring you one fine Dead tune... Went to see the captain, strangest I could find, Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line. I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels, But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools. Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me. It was later than I thought when I first believed you, Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools. Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin' of the boat, And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float. I won't leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild, With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child. Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me. It was later than I thought when I first believed you, Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools. The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before. Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more. Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few: Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools. Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me. It was later than I thought, when I first believed you, Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools. It was later than I thought when I first believed you, Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools. Peace
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Welp, it's Friday guys, and we can go this way or that way... Tony and all you brothers and sisters in Florida, batten down the hatches and roll up the winders...somethings blowing in... Regarding music and lyrics and singing, oh my, it is nice to see a song here once and awhile...but like any room, if the music is too loud or too much, it stifles conversation. For a fact I don't post sometimes because I know in an hour or so any post might be glanced at but then would be buried by a whole slew of cut and paste lyrics...lyrics...lyrics...and while it's fun to see and read the tête-à-tête between our dus brivers, sometimes the passengers wanna talk too... So let's maybe talk...turn off the TV and radio and share experiences... did I ever tell you about the last unofficial auto garage mechanic on Route 66? Under a huge spreading oak tree with parts covered in dust and rust from the halcyon days gone by....this family still plys their trade. You can get there by turning off the interstate outside of Barstow, finding the old pavement and driving towards the sunset till you see that magestic tree looming up on the faceless horizon... Twas a simpler life they say, roaring down the Route 66 highway ribbon crossing the continent in those days of our youth. And here we have a family's enterprize...started by grandpa and now run by the great grandkids. We have the car towed in, we greet the various family members and dogs and cats, and Grandma calls out to Johnny...come help these folks... We find a young-un, the simple garage mechanic, willing to sweat all day to fix a split rim tire rim with brake shoes welded from heat....all day slaving away in the sun, and at the end? "That'll be ten bucks." To top it off, the Matriarch Grandmother invited us in for apple pie and ice cream while we waited. True story, Anne Marie can attest... That's my Friday tale to share, And you? What's your story?
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Hey Geo, good morning and thanks for the story. There are lots of those mechanics where I come from. And many of them have repaired my cars. Today, I have no time for story tellin but you folks that can spin a good yarn go right ahead. Bein' a youngster...I dont have lots of Dead stories to tell or road stories for that matter... That's why I speak through lyrics oftentimes, because the song says it best. And the music, hopefully we can all relate to. Have a great day and an even better weekend! Peace
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Hey now Miami....gearing up for a great weekend. have a local jazz fest tomorrow and Grass is Dead in a bar on Sunday night..... Just sitting in a bus station, waiting for the next one to come along.....will flag you down after a quick test drive.....
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I got my bus pass in hand... I love jazz fests...I love Jazz! I even named one of my kitties Jazz.... a long time ago... Not sure what the weekend has in store...gonna fly by the seat of my pants. Fingers crossed that a couple from NY wants to buy my condo!!!
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yes indeed, I do hope those poor suckers from NY, ahem educated consumers ;-) buy your condo....tough being in limbo..... I agree, good jazz can not be beat....this festival is a 2 day ordeal in Lewiston NY right on the water, vendors, bring folding chairs and set up in front of any of 5 stages.....a guy I haven't seen 10 years plays piano in a jazz trio with his girlfriend on vocals....really want to see him play.....he grew up in da Buff with his contemporaries at the time SpyroGyra...they went separate directions, he more traditional and be bop ragtime and SpyroGyra became millionaires....oh well..... Whether you fly by the seat of your pants or skin of your teeth.....be sure to flap them wings.... Into the air, junior Birdman/woman.....
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...doen't have that bluesy feel to it...much prefer bus station...and oh those fumes...yum yum. Tried to smuggle my jet black cat named Casper on a Grayhound bus, in Albuquerque back in '75 or so, after abandoning my pickup truck forty miles west of that fine town, broke down with a torn off u-joint in an enclosed drive line. When that happens going 65 miles an hour, it turns the rear-end brass gears into mush... Sold the truck for 50 bucks, put all my stuff by the side of the road, middle of the desert, three days before Christmas, going home to 'bama to visit my brother who was in jail...kitty cat under my arm, thumb stuck out...and a miracle occurred. Got a ride from a nice couple right to the station. Bought a one-way ticket on ba dus for 45 bucks, tried to board, Casper meowed hi to the briver and he said..."What's that?" I said my cat, he said not on my bus. I said ok, turned, and there is the elderly couple standing there. They said, we'll take you to a kennel. They did, and took me back, I baorded, off we went, got to 'Bama, visited said brother and he said need a car? Take mnine, I wonm't need it. Two weeks later I pick up my cat in the kennel and away I go to the safety of the mnountains in CA and the GD... Always liked dus stations....and elderly couples with hearts of gold....that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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The NY people are originally from here...and moving back in a month or so...and hey now, I have nice condo! its just 109 years old... As far as SpyroGyra goes...you know people love that fusion. Traditional is saved for the old heads and old souls...
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bunt note...and the rest of the story... Brother had found a higher power than drugs (not hard) called Jesus, got busted right afterwards for transgressions, was paroled to a Christian outreach called Teen Challenge... got his head on right, cleaned up his life, became an international missionary then evangelist, preached to millions, including the Brownsville Revival in Pensacola from 1995 - 2000 (look it up) and started a church in DFW, which is why I moved here... look up stevehill ministries dot com if you wanna read about an awesome life. RIP, Steve...we lost him last year after a 5 year battle with cancer....and the last years I was blessed to be by his side. Thanks for the memories, and the car, Steve. You rocked it big time. Now, about that rock and roll band and page two...and all that Jazz...can I fly with you guys?
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Had a cat in my first apartment illegally, kept litter box in bath tub.....name was Oscar....a fine looking Maine Coon.....well when it was time to find a house.....I let my landlord Mr. Lang know and he said he would show place on a few minutes notice to rent it out after I left, sure enough on this hot August Saturday afternoon he said he'd be over in a minute....scrambling I moved the litter box, put it under my bed and threw Oscar out the bathroom window ( first floor) so he landed on his feet and Mr. Lang was with his potential tenants at the front door, the only door..... Well he starts showing the place, btw it was flea infested....used to walk around in white knee high athletic socks, not for fashion but to avoid getting bitten and pick them off my socks and drown them....one flea at a time. So this couple comes in, in flip flops.....second they hit the carpet they are getting eaten alive, they start scratching.....and mortified as they turn to leave, Oscar, claws and all jumps on the living room screen....six feet up and is clinging on for dear life and meowing up a storm, as he scrambles he begins to rip the screen from his weight...he was a big boy as the screen shreds he, jumps through it into the room, sits at my feet and jumps up into my arms. Chagrined I look at my landlord, he throws me $5, said go buy yourself a flea bomb, and the screen repair is coming out of your security deposit....then turns to leave looks at me and winks, says nice cat.....next time just let the cat stay, less chaos. I miss Oscar.....
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Great story! I love kitties! I have three right now and one is a Maine Coon! His name is Xander. He is large as well, bigger than a small dog. His dad is a show cat named Wilson Pickett. His momma is named Mustang Sally. His daddy's head is the size of a cantelope...He has a Turkish Van pattern which is rare in a Coon so he is all white with black ears and tail and one black spot. He looks like a cat cow. About 16 lbs... My newest kitty is Hawkeye and he came from the woods. He grew up outdoors and lost a claw on his front paw somehow. He is the sweetest little boy ever! He is red and white, well more of a rust color. And Stoli, my 12 year old kitty who was born to my other cat Bumble in my closet in one of the hottest summers in STL. Bumble clawed her way out of the bathroom screen to get out while she was in heat. She was gone for 3 days and I didn't think I'd ever see her again. She came home filthy with 4 alley cats chasing her... needless to say she had gotten knocked up...Bumble went with my ex and Stoli still remains... Kitty Stories.
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Great story Rich! Maine Coons are the bestest...Gracie was mine... I can see you standing there w Oscar in all his glory....back safe in his masters arms... future tenants out the door and oughta there ...and you saying, Good Kitty. I miss Gracie, you miss Oscar, and we all miss Jerry....
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I knew there was something special about you Holly... Never met a cat lady I didn't like, and that goes triple for you! Bumble sounds like a trollop tho...tsk tsk tsk.
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I have so many cat o nine tales to tell.... someday I will share the full story when Rudy a morbidly obese mentally challenged tabby with an ass the size of JLO got bit in the ass by our neighbors dog, Dinky Dog precisely, now who in hell names their pooch Dinky? And gives it a last name, Dog.....well it was the guy who wore dresses and had a sister who sang opera in their kitchen every Sunday.....gained a new appreciation of the genre..... Any-who the story gets good when I try to save a buck and take out the stitches he needed to hold the drain used to clear his abcess put in by the emergency vet clinic....cost more than a Chicago FTW ticket.... So I did it by myself with a little help from Elaine....with they aid of some sample benzodiazepines given to me by a drug rep. In the hospital.....I never knew Ativan makes cats hallucinate, become psychotic .....they really lose their shit...he ran away from me at full speed into a basement wall....got knocked unconscious, I get the stitches out.... Still have the scars on my forearms to prove it....but I saved $60.....
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Y'all stop on by da new dus sometime and check it out!
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poor kitty, he was TRIPPIN! Totally worth the $60 bucks..or nah?
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It was worth the memory....but if I had to do it all over again, I would have taken the Ativan..... Clarification....it's not a new bus, we just added an upper level..... So it's easy to transition......
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ooh yeah...is it an open air top deck? Can we give tours like in NYC?
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No shirt, no shoes, no roof, no limits..... hell, this has been a Magical Mystery Tour for me since '73...... At least I'm enjoying the ride......
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roll up for the Mystery Tour! Who was that musician that was a famous open air bus tour guide? Certainly enjoying the ride!
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See you at your boy's show in Roc this weekend, all are invitedFlour City Station, stop by for a cold one or a smoke if in town, Mr Briver you still looking for turntable?
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Can't live without the music either my friend! Love your posts...lyrics and all....you're da best! Happy weekend everyone. Wish us luck here in South Florida...I think the four winds will be blowing...
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yo whassup...... Just found out Grass is Dead is at Sportsmen's and in direct conflict with the boy in Ra Cha Cha.... Keeping options open, he and the band are coming to our abode this weekend to practice..... Say hi to Mona, hope to see you guys there.....
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Batten down the hatches, see you in November, round Turkey week..... Thanks and you are welcome....
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I will be at your boy's show, but I will be in Buff for Peter Case on the 9th and Peter Rowan the 18th at Iron Works
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Chris....thanks for promoting the boy....when I saw that Brittany Reilly and Brent Hopper joined the Grass is Dead....it stopped me in my tracks....If you don't know her, check her out on YouTube....voice of an angel....and bluegrass supreme....been a fan of hers for years.... And my kids band live is not too shabby either..... I have your number and will reach out if doing Savannah and the Kings over Grass is Dead..... Either way we can't lose.....
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alright, see you soon one way or the other..
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...shall we gather by the river? The lake? The pool? Picnic, high noon, pass the word...right over yonder under the spreading chestnut tree....look, a village smithy!
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Saturday......ahhhhhhsummer is beginning to slip in the northeast. warm, dry days and cool clear nights.... Have a good weekend all....
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Was much to do about nothin'... Price we pay to live in paradise...a week of watching the cone, direct hit, and then opps - she bangs a left and gets out of the way. Sweet !!!!!
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congratulations. preparing for nothing is better than preparing for something when it comes to storms, I guess. I;m glad it didn't come ashore.
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Life has gotten crazy busy since FTW! Just wanted to stop by and say hi and let everyone know I miss you...(sorry for being so aloof, not intentional I assure you)
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@ Klang- great to hear from you...thought you were abducted... @ Tony-Glad you didn't get blown away! @ mkav- you musta been a boyscout! hope you're doing good. Have a great Day everyone!
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I've been at this a long time and have come to realize that our common bond may be the Dead, at least on a superficial level. I believe our camaraderie and affinity goes much deeper. it is the eclectic universal love of music, of all types. the acceptance of each other's tastes and the therapeutic value that music brings to our lives.....some of us are lyric freaks....some melody, some rhythm. Some just can't define it....and that's ok.... Since March, when this group jelled thanks to the efforts of a Mr.Tony Fonts (applause) there are times randomly during an average day that I marvel at what we were, what we are and what we will become.... The one burning question I had from day one and still have is the following... for those of you that still read this drivel...and thank you for that.... If you were stranded on a desert island, what 5 recordings would you bring along, if that is all you would have until your eternal dirt nap. To be fair, let's exclude greatest hits albums, compilations and bootlegs.....limit it to commercial studio and live recordings...my main reason for asking, is I want to know what magic I've been missing out on....life is short and I remain on a musical mission....and I need your help. I don't expect a quick response, as I have just begun to think about this myself....and my OCD at times, won't let me commit.... We don't need lyrics here, just albums....in no particular order....5 each....and most importantly why you chose them....I don't care, but you should....you don't need to post the reasons, but they should resonate with your selections..... Thanks for your time and consideration.... If you agree to participate, respond with the title Desert Island Selection...to keep things simple...and organized..... Maybe Tony can do a spreadsheet ;-) Let there be songs to fill the air....
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This really is a tall order....let's hope I'm not forced into the deserted island situation but here goes, in no particular ranked order: 1. Grateful Dead - American Beauty 2. Yes - The Yes Album 3. Allman Brothers - An Evening With... 4. The Beatles - Abbey Road 5. Bruce Springsteen - Hammersmith Odeon, London '75
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Thank you T...... Nice choices....but....why? The why is the key to this exercise......we all love certain music...what is it in our souls that makes us choose the Yes Album over Fragile or Tales or Relayer or Close to the Edge.....or Tormato for chrissakes... That's just an example....for me it's where I was when I heard a certain album, or more importantly....who I was with....that changed my musical life forever.....memories and experiences embed certain music more deeply in our brains than others....it's not just the music, it's the memories and feelings music brings.... Just think on it....on a deep meditative level you will know.... Gonna take some time to think mine out, want it to be just exactly perfect ;-)