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Good Friday
Up on the mountain I prayed in agony
'Cause down below they want to crucify me
What have I done?
But try to teach them love
Show them the difference 'tween the devil and the dove
I healed their families
I healed their friends
I raised them from the dead and let them live again
And still they're mad
They've come to take my life
My closest friends have all denied me in their sight
So here I AM
With my crown of thorns
And soon the vail that separates us will be torn
Forgive them Father
They know not what they do
They cannot see that you're in me and I'm in you
This has to pass
It's written in their law
That when I came they hated me without a cause
Don't be troubled friends
My love they can't destroy
For I shall come and turn your sorrow into joy
A new commandment
I give to you
That you love one another as I have loved you
God bless Dead.net
Radio Waves
Written after a truly amazing Buffalo show in 1990.
What a beautiful night
full of cosmic eternal lights
flying at me, in me, towards me
leading me to
the orgasmic pleasure
of continous slumber
full of magical,
mystery dreams
filled with thoughts of love,
radio waves
and peace became
a never ending fallacy
of harmonious spirits
intertangled threw
the lights and music
One must never forget
the dream does not
have to end
just continue
on differant
levels of mind
perceptions and depth
may the music
always play....
at least in my head.
Cumberland Blues
Cumberland BluesLyrics By: Robert Hunter
I can't stay here much longer, Melinda
The sun is getting high
I can't help you with your troubles
If you won't help with mine
I gotta get down
I gotta get down
Gotta get down to the mine
You keep me up just one more night
I can't stop here no more
Little Ben clock says quarter to eight
You kept me up till four
I gotta get down
I gotta get down
Or I can't work there no more
Lotta poor man make a five dollar bill
Will keep him happy all the time
Some other fellow's making nothing at all
And you can hear him cry
Can I go, buddy, can I go down
Take your shift at the mine
Gotta get down to the Cumberland mine
That's where I mainly spend my time
Make good money, five dollars a day
If I made any more I might move away
Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues
He can't win for losing
Lotta poor man got to walk the line
Just to pay his union dues
I don't know now, I just don't know
If I'm going back again
I don't know now, I just don't know
If I'm going back again
deadpoetry@nunyuns
i'm at nunyuns againten to one on sun
day morning on the corner
of north and north
champlain
it's not haiku
nor does it rhyme
how can it be
poetry?
muse fodder
I looked out my windowpaneTrying to see through the rain
I want to be out where it's clear
And walk through rainbows far and near
But right now that's not the case
Another rainy day I face
I guess there's not much I can do
But sing a song of love to you
And when the clouds begin to part
And sunshine fills the weather charts
We'll meet up at the rendevouz
And dance 'till love comes shining through
the whispering wind
when the sun has found its bedtrimmed the wick and laid down its head
when all the scheming dreamers
are full asleep
When all the bears are in their dens
I will come to you
on the whispering wind
Watch for me, and listen
When all the heads are turned away
Look straight on
When the spotlight shines too tight
Be diffuse and watch the rest
When everybody loses theirs
You will learn to keep your head
When all the steps lead the same way
Were they all right or all wrong,
And should I investigate
Why is that other boat lying
on the shore unused?
It looks perfectly shipshape;
When the moon has come and danced
And then it too slowly follows Venus down
Did I come to be somebody
Or maybe play God for a day?
Did I take a perfectly good cake recipe
Throw in a pound of salt, and complain
When the cake turned out bad?
"Turn around turn around turn around
and I will be there"
On the whispering wind
Coming up behind you out of sight
Like a steamroller Love wins the day
When all the birds have tucked their heads
When all the kiddies are wearing
Flannel threads
Hop in your rocker with your corncob pipe
Watch the fireflies dance like we used to do
I will come to you on the
Whispering wind
Dancing in the Streets
Dancin’ In The StreetsLyrics By: Marvin Gaye, William "Mickey" Stevenson, Ivy Jo Hunter
Hey, comin' out around the world be ready for a brand new beat
Oh, summer's here and the time is right, oh, for dancing in the street
Dancing in Chicago (dancing in the street)
Down in New Orleans (dancing in the street)
In New York City (dancing in the street)
All we need is music, sweet music (sweet, sweet music)
They'll be music everywhere (everywhere)
They'll be laughing, singing, music swinging and dancing in the street
It doesn't matter what you wear just as long as you are there
They're dancing (dancing in the street) oh oh
This is an invitation across the nation the chance for folks to meet
There'll be swinging, swaying, music playing and dancing in the street
Philadelphia, PA now (dancing in the street)
Baltimore and D.C. (dancing in the street)
Can't forget them other cities (dancing in the street)
wake up world!
I relax in warm sunshineWhile visions trickle through my mind
Sweet music vibrates past my ears
So beautiful I'm brought to tears
I think about our chosen ones
Who fill the world with bombs and guns
They lead us down the path of greed
And take away the things we need
They tell us we must buy and sell
Not to worry, all is well
While oceans die and climates warm
On the horizon looms a storm
Their fruit is in their stocks and bonds
Watch them wave their magic wand
Wall St. wizards with their bell
Turning paradise to hell
This trip it has been long and strange
Can we find the love to change?
There is no longer time to wait
Or we'll soon find that it's too late
out of time
right before my eyesran out of time
it all came together
right before my eyes
step out of time
the healing is complete
right before my eyes
jumped out of time
sound of sultry jazz
on wet city streets
where do i put my feet
right before my eyes
go out of time
Very nice, free idea
That's a good one
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
36 hours in nyc changed me...you will see : )
in the face of whateverto know
you are already there
the picture changes
the egg breaks
and you know
you are already free
already pure
already perfect
already a saint
already a healer
you are all these things and more
as idea you have always been
and will continue
when we all pull together
for the highest good
which we each get to decide
when where and how
seeing the picture
in front of you now
where it belongs
you look
out from
Love
don't lose your seat.
but relinquish it to the
weak and frightened
for you are able
able to see
able to hear
able to stand
able to know
we are all
already here
already all ready
there is nothing that we lack
an over abundance of riches
is knocking at the door
all we have to do
is know
we are already
and open up the door.
Pushing On
We live in a world full of heartache and sorrowNever quite sure if we'll see tomorrow
Born to a world that has fallen in sin
The only escape is the Kingdom within
Ruled by the rich although most are quite poor
And living with poverty, famine, and war
Believers in Love will find Paradise waits
While those who choose evil are left at the gates
So love one another and love yourself too
It's never the easiest thing you can do
Help is there waiting if only you'll ask
Then Love will arise and show you your task
And if you have patience and learn to endure
You'll find angels waiting to bring you ashore
Remember it's better to give than recieve
Never give up, always believe
In the shadow of the empire builders
Now the sound surrounds meEnvelopes me
Invites me in
Jump up jump in
Take a look around
What was I thinking
It cant be found
That's what everyone says
Anyway
It's just a waste of time
Step by step one foot in front
Of the other
Sat in front of 911
Turned on the ny ac
Sat at the bus stop
Eyed by the dutiful fruit arranger
I remain upright
But dozing inside
I just need a spot
To rest my feet
You folks sure do
Make it hard
To sit down in this town
Staring at the Petrossian
As the yellow fish careen
Around 58th for the rundown
I search the sky for
First light and find none
Skirting the park I sit
In the shadow of the empire builder
And his beautiful daughter
And I look up past the trees
with their new leaves
And I see
Stars in Central Park.
But that is another poem
This poem is about what happened
Right before
Everything else went down
For the city will
Test your mettle
But I am not here for that
So they quizzically pass me by
And the sun comes up.
As the sound fades into
Birdsong, deafening birdsong
In the center of the city
With only me and the
Lonely joggers to
Enjoy it.
So I do
And lose myself
For good.
Bye-bye
stupid Andy
Hello heaven
I think I will never
ever leave again.
So if you ever want me
You will know just where to find me
In the shadow of the empire builders
Where the birds are
Singing loudest
And the sunshine is
Hitting the tops of the
Trees.
Not speechless, but
Free Idea, 36 hr in NYC did change you?
Reading this stuff makes me want to write poetry (not, I admit, a very good idea). In my life, I've only written poetry when in love, or when supremely unhappy (heartbroken, etc). My life has seemed so far away from either of those emotions for such a long time that it's hard to fathom where this itch is coming from...but keep it up.
Time to go
The soles of my feet are itchingThe palms of my hands are twitching
It's time to put aside bitching
And get this road on to Show.
The key slips in and clicks forward
urging the Great Red Beast to cough itself awake.
Roused from silent slumber on concrete mattress
it thirsts to feed on the remains of those long ago fallen
but whose energy remains with us to this very day.
Drink deeply, fair beast, for we must ride.
It's a short but anxious sojourn
to the assemblage of like minded souls
each wondering where the path may lead
when the fresh night unfolds
revealing it's inner mysteries
to the assemblers and the assembled.
There's only one way to find out.
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
oh yes i am
oh yes i ami just did a vapor roll
and forgot my ergotamine
was still in resident dormancy
Or dormant residency
and now yes i am
flying over the frozen tundra
the infrared dayglo polarized rainbow
fluorescent shoreline
flashing over lakes and ponds
which tell the sky
and back to land
flipping and switching
snapping by
look one way
it is a blur
change the focus and i
see verdant pastures
with grinding bovines
passing the time
close my eyes
and its morocco
everybody everywhere
wears funny hats
talks funny words
drinks muddy liquids
everybody everywhere
knows which way the wind blows
You can tell by how they slide
Nobody's got their eyes on the prize
but I do, and it is a card game
among friends my dreaming friends
always getting distracted and
showing me their hands
and they wonder why
does he always win?
oh yes i am
head bowed
not coming out
i walk on by
i dont need to use my
senses to know
all is well here
i'll see you back home
gratefaldean
On April 28th, 2009 gratefaldean said:>Free Idea, 36 hr in NYC did change you?
Well, when I counted, most of that was on a train
back and forth from Vermont. But I went down to
give the city a big kiss, and most probably close
out a 35 year chapter in my life. I wasn't expecting
the city to kiss me back. I know no one there, had
no place to go after the show, and my train didn't
depart until 11:30 the next morning. So I walked about
110 short blocks, and 5-8 long blocks. From Father
Demo Square with the glowing blue fountain, to
the deafening birdsong and flowering trees everywhere
at dawn in the Park, I would have had a great time without
any of it, but it just kept getting better and better.
Now that I think of it, it hasn't stopped since I have
been back in Vt. It just keeps getting better and better.
Thanks. the Dead, and thanks New York City!
Free Idea
Nice! I had that kind of experience, without the music, in London once. Overnight flight, alone, I arrived very early and well before I could check into my hotel. Dumped my bags and wandered the city for hours, sleep deprived, buzzed as hell. I walked by the Victoria and Albert museum just as it was opening, walked in on a whim. The first exhibit I stepped into was the room housing Raphael's Cartoons. I stood transfixed, awestruck, slack-jawed, dumbfounded for I don't know how long. And then the journey continued. It was otherworldly, all these details in such sharp focus...not normal for me, I assure you, when I haven't slept.
Yes, I was changed as well..
gratefaldean
your utilization of the lexiconpropels me to impel you to
shovel some word covered ideas
into this forum
Lost my mind
I think I lost my mind for the simple thoughts are hard to find
complex thoughts are easy to find
but those thoughts put me in a bind
in my simple little mind
full of thoughts i can not find
compications,obligations and agravations
seem to flood my complex mind
I think i lost my mind
for the simple thoughts i can not find
true love`s a thought that i can find
and that`s a thought i do not mind
within my complex mind.
Crumble
Crumble
It’s crumbling around me
I can feel it
I can see it in the welling eyes
Of Shawn and Sam and Sandra
Of Judy and Jean
As I thank them for their
5, 20, 40 years service and say
It’s nothing you did, but
You know how things are
We’re going to have to let you
Go
I listen as someone else
Conjures a tarnished parachute
So full of holes that it wouldn’t
Cushion the fall of
A feather
Here’s your lifeline
We’re so sorry to have to do this
And good luck!
I can see it in the eyes of my wife
Who, to quote mr prine
Wonders how her husband can
Go to work each morning
Come home in the evening
And have nothing to say
Who rejoices his
Saturday resurrection
Then skirts his
Sunday borders
As he slowly sinks back into this
It’s crumbling around me
I feel it in my bones
Snared in a trap that
I’ve so cunningly constructed
The mortgage and the medical bills
My american life
I still have a job
I still have insurance
My tattered mantra
As I wait for the day that
Someone says to me
Thanks for your 30 years service
It’s nothing you did
But you know how things are
We’re going to have to let you
Go
Clear Light
It is all clear lightAnd we the reflected image
Now if we want to discuss this matter
Of choosing a color to identify with
And comparing it
To all the other colors
Or relativity as we say
Then we know that
Any color is a very
Limited subset of clear light
Color being personality
And clear light being
Absolute clarity of thought
We leave the color for the light
Through the stepways of character
Infinite in characteristic and expression
We will see two clear options
Option A is well represented by
Seeing each concert as a separate entity
And comparing each show to the other
In the attempt to arrive at 'the best'
Option B is well represented by
Observing all concerts as one long experience
From which view we see ups and downs
But a clear progress towards music
Expressing the eternal idea
And letting the eternal idea
Be expressed
No one can put a finger on it
But we all know it when we
Get it right
We are right where we all agree
We are not where we don't
Could it be any simpler?
If there is no intelligence
To the universe
Our prayers will remain
Forever unanswered.
Who can point the way
To Intelligence itself?
Grateful daed daydream
it's a techno analog digital hybridmatrix audience soundboard dada data
planetary local nomadic planted
firmware robot pilgrim corporate
family market bazaar music noise
happy sad lax tense immediately
delayed consciousness we are it
fear moves in waves across the globe
it makes its ground in instants
as truth comes out and blows it
away always looking for new
recruits it deals in the shadows
looking for those who didn't
choose which side carefully
enough to give the sunny side
a fair shake before slinking
away it's a funny time signature
off kilter limpy sort of gait
if you look this way you're
skipping the spaceship hard
off the pavement remember
its our kids who have to fly
that thing
take a little more care with
it maybe those scratches are
super hard to buff out here
in this agro still life bro
bra bring me a brew babe
twentyfifth century over
medicated heavily sedated
seamlessly rationalized
pick your paranoia skin
don't mind the maggots
how could this be
happening did I just hear
him say that instantly
connected to nothing
look like I'm doing something
I forgot what it is I am
supposed to be doing
Prompt! What color is that
Clock? It's time to find your
shoes and go home Grateful
Dead daydream.
That makes you -King of the Woirld-
Ideas stand matter fallsOne might ask as to why?
The 'world' the senses report to us
is Unreality
the entire world the senses create is illusory and
DOES NOT EXIST
that is why everything we build with it,
"matter",
falls and is destroyed by "time"
the proof that this world our senses reports to us
is illusory is that it is
all "made" with finite buildings blocks
time space matter
all concepts that do not exist in reality
Reality is made of infinite idea only
Concepts are extraneously unnecessary
Matter is unheard of in reality
so this world we build
from our bodies to our houses and cars
and skyscraping monuments to unreality
that is why it all falls sooner or later
all ideas stand
For all eternity
all matter falls
In time
which side do you wish to be on
the side that stands
or the side that falls
ideas stand
matter falls
it has always been so
it will always be so
it is so now
Mind made all as idea
So reality stands always
Invisible to the senses
That is why the senses are such
A fucking lie
They fail to see or report on Reality
And they actually report on something that is nonexistent
What a fucking mindfuck the senses are
Once we wake up and ignore them
Things get really good fast
Like instantly fast
I say this as someone who
has seen the clouds from both sides
Now.
I Just Want To Celebrate (Rare Earth)
Rare Earth: I Just Want To CelebrateSongwriters: King, H., Shayne, S.
I just want to celebrate another day of livin'
I just want to celebrate another day of life
I put my faith in the people
But the people let me down
So I turned the other way
And I carry on, anyhow
That's why I'm telling you
I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah
I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah
Another day of living,
I just want to celebrate another day of life
Had my hand on the dollar bill
And the dollar bill blew away
But the sun is shining down on me
And it's here to stay
That's why I'm telling you
I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah
Another day of living, yeah
I just want to celebrate another day of living
I just want to celebrate another day of life
Don't let it all get you down,
Don't let it turn you around and around
And around and around
Well, I can't be bothered with sorrow
And I can't be bothered with hate, no, no
I'm using up my time by feeling fine, every day
That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate
Aw, yeah
I just want to celebrate yeah yeah
Another day of living, yeah yeah
I just want to celebrate another day of livin', yeah
I just want to celebrate another day of life
Don't let it all get you down, no, no
Don't let it turn you around and around,
And around and around, and around
Around round round
'round and around round round round
don't go 'round
Attics of my Life
Attics of my Life
Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
I Melt Away
I can still hear What you have to say
Although your voice is
Slightly fading
While inside I melt away
Slipped away on the breeze
Heard the rustling leaves
call out to me
And I melt away
Like candle wax
In the flame
And everything is
The way it's always been
Music takes you there
Like ice in the
Springtime sun
Why let kids
Have all the fun
I'm here, then
I'm gone
I melt away
Like a song in the wind
I melt away
But I know it's gonna be be
a good old day
When I get up and
Melt away.
Deadicated to Deadnet...
5-7-9Words and music by:
BHHamilton
Angel of Love
When I'm lost
You turn me 'round
You pick me up when I have fallen to the ground
You dry my tears
When I cry
And I see Heaven when you look into my eyes
You're my
Angel of Love
You're my
Angel of Love
You're my
Angel of Love
I need my
Angel of Love
And everyday
You're by my side
And when my vision dims in you I can confide
Through the rapids
With you I'm calm
You give me strength and hope so I can carry on
You're my
Angel of Love
You're my
Angel of Love
You're my
Angel of Love
Come to me
Angel of Love
They all get along
Flying away nowThe shoreline recedes
Did I bite off more than
I can chew
It's too late now
To turn back
Or even to look down
You're supercharged
High over Main
Headed straight
For the bulls-eye
Which looks like a tiny dot
But it's growing
You chose this path
No one set your feet upon it
But you, you better own it now
Play it like you mean it
And when you sing,
Sing to the angels in Heaven
I used to wander a short distance
From my house as a kid
And through the field
And through the woods
I would come upon a tent
White canvas staked out
With big ropes and wooden stakes
I would get down on my hands and knees
And pick up the bottom of that tent
And crawl inside to see my friends
I just knew them as my friends
I didn't think anything of their glow
Or the white robes they wore
They were kind when the world was mean
They smiled gently towards me,
And continued on in their conversations
Ignoring me, and giving me free rein
To eat at the buffet table
Which lengthwise lay
I would feast myself and drink
From their goblets and
Listen to the words they said
At the end of the day
I would walk back home
Through the woods
Through the field
Over the stone wall
To my house and go inside
My mom would say
Did you do anything fun today?
And I would shrug and say
No, mom, and go upstairs
To play with my little metal
Mechanics garage and little metal cars
Which is the best they could do for fun
outside of that tent, I guess.
Now I walk in the front door of the tent
Though sometimes I still sneak under
Just to make them all laugh
They are all still there talking
Jesus Siddharta Elijah Mohammed
And all the other saints risen glowing
They all get along fine
Through all eternity
So I can see no reason
Why shouldn't we?
Tripping in my sleep
Trippin in my head The dreams are vivid in my head
Sometimes I wake full of dread
Why are these visions in my head
I`ve met Axle, Slash and Ted
Even Begley was in my head
Along with Joey Romone smokin a fat bone
Then I wake all alone
where did my mind decide to roam
My brain feels like a peice of styrofoam
Just empty and all alone
This is not Dead related, although my dad is dead
This is something I wrote in my teens (over 30 years ago) - sort of about my Dad, who used to plow the fields with an old Massey Fergesson tractor. I labeled this "the plowman" It's kind of cliche, but it captures the feelings I had at the time. - sort of about growing old & seasons changing from summer to winter & preparing for death.
The Sun Set In Fiery Glow.
No Voice Upon the Hearth Was Heard.
The Wind Was Still As If though
The Silent Echo Was Not Enough,
The Plowman's Sturdy Tractor Purred.
The Day Was Turning, As Had Done
The Sod Beneath The Sharpened Blade.
The Moon to Follow Soon The Sun
As Night Closed In Upon The Glade.
Time,As If In Seconds Told
Will Never Forget The Days Gone by.
Each Sunday Morning Bell That Tolls
Shall Ring For Either You or I.
And as The Days Grow Shorter Now,
The Plowmen Plod Their Way Back Home.
And Winter Winds Behind Them Howl,
Still, In The Distance Light Is Shown.
The Tools Are Hung, The Tractor Stowed
The Sheep And Cattle Already Fed.
The Wagon Emptied of Its Load.
As the Plowman prepares His Winter Bed.
No Voice Upon The Hearth Was Heard.
The Wind Was Sharp and Chilling Cold.
Of the Sturdy Walls He Was Reassured
For As Himself, They Too Were Old.
one more from 30 years ago
this one, i actually put to music - it's memories of growing up on a farm where my brother & i would play in the woods & fields - and huge clouds of blackbirds would fly through - and we'd chase the leaves as they fell from the trees & float pieces of wood in the streams & pretend they were boats with explorers in a strange land
Time was slow and flowers grew
in sunny fields where blackbirds flew
The sun was high, the clouds were soft
The stones were piled and covered in moss
The trees were tall, their leaves were green
and floated in fall like ships in streams
and flew like birds on windy days
on fire with colors of fading sun rays.
I Can't Stand the Rain (lyrics)
I Can't Stand the Rain (lyrics)
(D. Bryant, A. Peebles, B. Miller)
[Chorus 1]
I can't stand the rain, against my window
Bringing back, sweet memories
I can't stand the rain, against my window
Cause he ain't here with me
Hey window pane
Tell me, do you remember?
How sweet it used to be
When we were together
Everything was so grand
Now that we parted
There's just one sound
That I just can't stand
[Chorus 1]
I can't stand the rain, against my window
Bringing back, sweet memories
I can't stand the rain, against my window
Cause he ain't here with me
When we were together
Everything was so grand
Now that we parted
There's just one thing
That I just can't stand
I can't stand the rain (I can't stand the rain, I can't stand the rain)
[Chorus 1]
I can't stand the rain, against my window
Bringing back, sweet memories
I can't stand the rain, against my window
Cause he ain't here with me
When we were together
Everything was so grand
Yeah… I know you’ve got some sweet memories
But there's one sound
That I just can't stand
[Chorus 2]
I can't stand the rain, against my window
Bringing back, sweet memories
I can't stand the rain, against my window
It just keeps on hunting me
[Chorus 3]
Hey, hey rain - get off, of my window
Cause he ain't here with me
And I can't stand the rain, against my window
Bringing back, sweet memories
Everybody has their God
Everybody has their GodWhether or not they are able to see
When the drunk rolls over in the morning
And one hand reaches for the paper bag
And the other hand is unscrewing the top
That's his God that he is turning to
When the hard working counter person
Runs out back during their break
And fumbles in the winter wind
To light one up, that is their chosen One
Wherever we turn for what we think we need
That is what we have made our
God over us controlling us
When the trumpet sounds
We will have to walk that way
Following what we have chosen
In trying to choose
That which remains unseen
I will need to know
What other gods have I
Put before thee?
In my time of trouble
Where will I turn?
If my matter money is in one
Outstretched hand, and my spiritual
money is in the other,
If you reach out to take it,
Which hand will I pull back fastest?
Which is more precious to me,
That which blooms fades and dies
Or that which remains as
The seed of thought
The originator of ideas
Be my God
Forever in peace
chant the Lords Prayer as stream of conscience.
Don't deny the dying name, gathering its ever developing sense of closure.We can't be what we're not, arriving at a moment of objectivity.
Upon the cornerstone, this foundation won't last
For what once was evaporates through a protective depth.
Reconcile the earth, chant the Lords Prayer as stream of conscience.
Fade into clarity, certain beginnings appear in the hour I witness myself dying
Anonymous silhouette, transcending intuitive mystery, eclipsed in loss of cover
Distance seems silent amongst its delicate charade, alluding unto a presence guide.
This will to live, will be a greatest attempt at faith and understanding.
Anonymously simplified, tears reckon these memories of being.
Sand in the ethereal hourglass is from Galilee, incense cleans the air from the alter
Aeolian glide cast above, leave the window open until it rains.
Exhausted seraphs hide where no one else knows.
Witness this transfigurations beckoning to answer.
Revealing where the inevitable can't hide seen through inactivity
Hollow lock, empty key, cobweb clues, discovered, forgotten in the same instinct.
The distance between thee inevitable infinite, eventual eternity.
The once steadfast turns into ash.
Museum of ancient secrets, a history in likeness of haunting interactions
Timeless wait, tireless watch, drifting, resisting, falling where once they stood.
All that dwells in the center of the glint radiance.
Beautiful silence skilled with wisdom of ordinary acts of spirit.
Simplest surrounding acknowledging transparency, ubiquity cloaked without indication
Questioning a contrast of anomaly, voices attempting to answer.
Here brightness, bequeaths its generous acceptance.
Transpire with dignity, close the door, fade behind open windows.
Empty spaces echo throughout the same shadow within after-shadow
Neglected sigh, out of mind, unique reminders still too distant, again too far away.
Primordial insight leaves our eyes a description of neutralism
Complete our gathering, call and response, mercy, acceptance.
Witness the wind, illuminative, be gone, remain here no more.
Closer to attainment as we close our eyes.
Can't live with out you
Love youWant you
Need you
There I said it
It is out in the air
Got to have you
Can't live without you
Don't even want to be around
If you're not here
It happened quick
Now we're in the thick
With no one at the helm
We're set adrift
Love you
Want you
Need you
All the weak things
You're not supposed to say
Love you
Want you
need you
Got to have you
Can't live without you
In the Rain
It is in the rainAnother metaphor for you and me
You'll see
You're not going anywhere
But I'm already gone
Left the building with Elvis
Truckin on down to the store
Gonna pick up a sheet of paper
Then I'm gonna read me some more
Alliteration, synopsis, allegory
Thematic melodiousness
You turned on a dime
One too many times
And lost yourself in the dust
Love took care of me
All the way through
Can the same be said
To be true of your lust.
While you were
Heaving and swaying
To the sounds of the reaper
I was reading the paper
Wide asleep
Now you are in the middle
Of your membrane, eggshell
All I have to do is whisper
All you can do is yell
But some one would have to be
Listening.
It is in the rain
Falling outside both our doors
One sounds sweet
The other sounds like
The end of time.
the phish is back in town
the phish is back in townaha 311
riding around in his rover
Now the dayglo frame shades
are rolling around town
With the backwards cap
Is that still in?
And double chained linked leash
With the two hounds of hell
On the other end
What place did you come from, pilgrim
that you need these scary beasts?
Do you bring your own steel door with you?
the phish is back in town
It all starts out summer of love
And ends up with fights in the park
Which happens to be
My front yard
So here we go
the phish is back in town
Can the horse be far behind
Will I have to lose battalions of friends
Again?
the phish is back in town
But I am not wearing a frown
All my old friends will
Be back around
Church St will look like
Shakedown Street again
Whatever you want
Look for Lucy in the sky
She's got diamonds
Harry's hanging loose with his shoes
On a rock
And they carted that poetry reading guy off
Yesterday
For reading poetry again.
the phish is back in town
Let's do it a little better
This time around
You've all got kids and jobs now
the phish is back in town
phish back in town
realy cool i need to show this to my wife..huge phish fan..i consider it a mixed marriage
the ballad of cc joe
the ballad of cc joe
born from the loins of lies and deceit
who were they? they just met on the street
the greed of her, intoxication from him
the result, well, a bit more than a whim
"a bastard, that is what you are"
so they said to me
"a trouble maker, you will never go far"
so said while slapping my wrist in that nunnery
ran away, joined our circus when I was in junior high
got on the bus, made my way, I got by
heads helping out, taking me under their wing
tought me what I needed to know, what songs to sing
a year or so passed, got into high school
couldn't listen to all them rules
quit again, hit the tour
school was always such a bore
finally got my GED
Nuns said "you have to figure out what you will be"
my retort: 'can't I just be me?'
'who I am, just little old, cc?'
got into 'higher' education for half a term
discovered there was more to learn
from the road that tought me, the tours that tought me well
never did need to listen to no school bell
over the years, the time passed, made my life
as fate would have it, found my wife
she is the source of all joy, playing her fife
with the right background music, never any strife
we 'walk the earth' together hand in hand
listening to tunes in our head; well, you know from which band...
trying to do 'good' though maybe not always doing 'well'
made our own standards, and we be happy as hell
a tear in my eye, as I think on the past
wonder how long this life will last?
don't matter, I'll see you all in the next world
I'll be there, holding hands with my gurl
( -;
Hell heats up on the weekends
Hell heats up on the weekends
Hell heats up on the weekends
On Monday morning all the little red devils
Slink back to work in their prius' s and suv's
Chafing in their business suits
Submitting to the dominant paradigm
It makes them burn
Inside
So come the weekend, they turn it all around
The bossy's become the bossed
The servants play Master
And everyone has a real good time
Until Monday, Monday morning
When all the little red tails
Come off, and the goatees
Disappear.
And America goes back to work again.
It's submitting to the dominant paradigm
Again my friend
Whose got the nads to step outside
And take a freath of bresh air
Ahhhhhhh
Hell heats up on the weekends
You got to reserve your table
For three, weeks in advance
It's full of weekend succubi
And the curious fawns
What a funny sight to see
Hiding in the darkness
To escape the bright morning sun
Hell heats up on the weekends
Me and my hotrod
Leaving them all in the dustThere's no one who can keep up
Me and my hotrod
Racing around the track
Taking the turns so tightly
Rubbing the curb so lightly
Leaving them all in the dust
There's noone who can keep up
They take a running start and jump
But a wind whips up and blows
Like a dust devil whipping around
Nothing can pass through the ring
Of thundering sound
The wind shakes the windows
The wind shakes the walls
But nothing rattles
Nothing falls
Leaving them all in the dust
There's no one who can keep up
Taking the turns so tightly
Rubbing the curb so lightly
Me and my hotrod
Racing around the track
It was an Internet Romance
It was an internet romanceYou know what that means
No chance
She wanted me to
Take off my pants
And she would send me pictures
She was gonna send me pictures
Then she told me what
She was gonna do to me
Right there and then up
On the bar stool
I got a funny feeling
Like I was gonna sneeze
It was an online fling
That lasted one week long
And that's a long long time
In cyber romparama land
It was all about fingers
And tongues and places
Places that were gonna
Make like funny faces
We couldn't get enough
Deadlines came and then
Deadlines went
But we were insatiable
It was something to see
The maddest of passion
All without noise
But the lonely twisted
Clickety clack
Clickety clack
It was an internet romance
And you know what that means
No chance
She wanted me to
Take off my pants
She was gonna send me pictures
She was gonna send me pictures
Clickety clack Clickety clack
Clickety clack Clickety clack
You'll never write nowWhat
You'll never write now
What you would have written then,
And you'll never write again
What you would have written now...