Grateful Dead

And post # 2600 !!!! Who woulda thunk-it :-)

Now on K DED a dedication, our own Kristine has offered for Stanley to take the wheel whilst I kick back..... Ok Stanley, keep your emerald eyes on the road and paws upon the wheel.... Pupper...some driving music please..... Riding along in my automobile My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity running wild Crusin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go Riding along in my automobile I's anxious to tell her the way I feel So I told her softly and sincere And she leaned and whispered in my ear Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow With no particular place to go No particular place to go So we parked way out on ko-ko-mo The night was young and the moon was gold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you image the way I felt I couldn't unfasten her safety belt Riding along in my calaboose Still trying to get her belt a-loose All the way home I held a grudge For the safety belt that wouldn't budge Crusin' and playing the radio With no mother f@cking place to go....... Night kids...... Sarge keep an eye on Stanley, he's new to this..... rrrrrrgrrrrrrr waaayyyyyy out!

Morning campers..... Happy hump day... to all coffee is on...we are all safe.... Stanley, glad we could count on you for a spell.... Sarge you can play the harmonica on this one.... It doesn't matter what I say So long as I sing with inflection That makes you feel I'll convey Some inner truth or vast reflection But I've said nothing so far And I can keep it up for as long as it takes And it don't matter who you are If I'm doing my job then it's your resolve that breaks Because the Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook brings you back On that you can rely There is something amiss I am being insincere In fact I don't mean any of this Still my confession draws you near To confuse the issue I refer To familiar heroes from long ago No matter how much Peter loved her What made the Pan refuse to grow Was that the Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook brings you back On that you can rely Suck it in suck it in suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else you'll win And then begin To see What you're doing to me this MTV is not for free It's so PC it's killing me So desperately I sing to thee Of love Sure but also of rage and hate and pain and fear of self And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf I've tried well no in fact I lied Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside To hide or slide I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until I've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes Of hip three minute diddys I wanna bust all your balloons I wanna burn all your cities to the ground I've found I will not mess around Unless I play then hey I will go on all day. Hear what I say I have a prayer to pray That's really all this was And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck I don't rely on luck because The Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook... On that you can rely And that's my home where dreams are born, And time is never planned. Just think of lovely things. And your heart will fly on wings, Forever in Never Never Land .....I hear they have tickets there..... ......Mr. Sulu, second star to the right, please....

The darn bee tried to charge me $25 for my extra bag at the forum door. I'm just peeking in on yas all to say what's up. Humping pants on. Goggles on. Countdown begins this weekend. There's only one more day of humping left before Santa Clara ya know. Hump like you've never humped before! Happy Wednesday Uncle Fester! Speak French to me Cara Bella!

It's that pesky crocodile again, ya know the one that ate the alarm clock....and Hooks hand... Have some coffee... it's on the house.... C'mon Tink...time to fly! Howdy Totes...

Some good lyrics there and fine extra words from our wonderful wordmeister dusbrivin rrrrrgrrrrrr. G'mornin' Kyle and Rich! :-) Smiles all around!

Killer klowns on the horizon... better run!!!!

Well, hold on this song has a little introduction to itIt ain't supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way It's a song about desperation Every now and then we do get desperate This is a song about L O V E and if you abuse it you're gonn' lose it And if you lose it you're gonn' 'buse and if you 'buse it You ain't gonn' be able to choose it 'Cuz you ain't gonn' have it further on down the line Things ain't gonn' be so fine, you're gonn' to be sitting there On your little machine tryin' to look and keep it clean And you're going to be playin' bingo all night all alone And that's why your sittin' there by the telephone And you know that she aint goin to call you So you put on the TV and you're watchin' Johnny Carson Segueing right into the 'Tomorrow Show' but that don't got the go So you turn it off and turn on the radio The radio don't' seem to get the click so you say "Hey man, I can't lickety split" You start to open up a little book And there's somethin' there you got to overlook And you say "Baby, you know there's somethin' on my mind" You say, "Baby there's somethin' on my mind I know that you're home and I know you ain't all alone" So you start walkin' over to her house You get over to her house, you walk over to her door You start poundin' on her door and you say "Open up the door bitch This is Wooba Gooba with the green teeth, let me in" Well, she opens up the door And then you just kinda walk up to her and say, "Baby" You look up way up at her green mascara And you say "Oh my darlin', you know her and me Was at the party as friends, do not believe what they say That's only gossip that they tellin' you down the wise crack of lies" You say darlin', "Take your big curls And just squeeze 'em down Ratumba What's the name of that chick with the long hair? Rapunzel Hey Rapunzel, hey Reputa, hey Reputa, Reputa the Buta Hey Reputa the Beautah flip me down your hair And let me climb up the ladder of your love Because this is the Wooba Gooba sayin' to ya "Love comes once and when it comes You better grab it fast 'cuz sometimes the love You grab ain't gonn' last and I believe I musta You know I think I musta, you know, baby, I think I musta You know I think I musta, I musta got lost lunch time....

Thanks for the Jr HS flashback.

Stuck on Luther "klanging" bottles together. Will have to wait until tomorrow for the klown to come home...

Mike, I tried changing my avatar to a Warriors one in your honor but it didn't let me change either. Guess waiting one day isn't enough. Congrats though! Gotta like that team's heart.....

I saw that the "best player in the world" was having let's say, "some difficulty", making free throws... But if he were REALLY the best....(fill in the blanks)

Got my thumb out, just to jumpOn bus a sec. "For moment nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen"

Goodnight stars; Goodnight air; Goodnight noises everywhere. .....and good night Irene good night..... I'll see you in my dreams.....

https://youtu.be/s9DdTPmAiTM Good Morning Gergelis. Good Night Stella. Time to get up, grab a cup, and patch my sails

sing for the years, sing for the laughter and sing for the tears...sing with me just for today.... Happy Thursday... Coffee is on, bought some Turtle wax, gonna help shine them rails for ya Totes.... Excellent video...Kyle....pep in my step now and bigass smile on my grill...thanks for sharing that... Dream on...dream until your dreams come true...

Good morning and Good night!! xo

Is that zero mostel with Jerry? I can't think of any other zero in show biz? Someone please tell me if they know (talking Good night Irene video).Thanks for that sharing btw.

Jerry just beams on this. I love it. Zero is referring to Kimock's band at the time. Wavy Gravy is sitting there to the right behind Jerry. Bobby Vega rocking it out. Mickey Hart back there as there as well banging on a snare. Such a Gem!

Zero was one hot commodity.... Mr Mayor, I know wavy gravy, and you sir are no wavy gravy.... Thanks again Kyle...just watched it for a third time, has me reminiscing like I'm watching an old family home movie.... I miss Jerry :-(

As we roll through the amber waves of grain, an invitation is extended to all to listen to Jerry and David Grisman's fine acoustic set over here... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzHMxfbF-cI might go best with the Jamaican dark, you know... g

thinking of our favorite dus briver at 4:27 on the tape btw...

There is a nice crispy copy of that show in the Jerry Batch I shared. You should grab that geo, good stuff in that share. totemstealingfacesoffheadsmeister

Thanks, Totemtotes... I do have those downloaded, but not at work..I appreciate the heads up tho... Always have loved the JGB and all the individual shows Jerry did with others...especially Grisman. g

I hear yas. My phone connection stinks for streaming (cheap data plan) and my IT police do not like web streaming and chewing up bandwidth on the network. I need an arsenal of shows handy to see me through the day. Argghhh, back to the mines.

Good morning Irene.

Dead.net's avatar picture changing machine is on the fritz again. Send in the klowns, where are the clowns?

now on K DED a song of overcoming oppression by the man.... Sarge get them natty dreads outta your eyes...oh that's Eddie? Ed get off Puppers head....hit G8..... Well, they tell me of a pie up in the sky Waiting for me when I die But between the day you're born and when you die They never seem to hear even your cry So as sure as the sun will shine I'm gonna get my share now, what's mine And then the harder they come The harder they fall, one and all Ooh, the harder they come The harder they fall, one and all Well, the oppressors are trying to keep me down Trying to drive me underground And they think that they have got the battle won I say forgive them Lord, they know not what they've done 'Cause, as sure as the sun will shine I'm gonna get my share now, what's mine And then the harder they come The harder they fall, one and all Ooh, the harder they come Harder they fall, one and all And I keep on fighting for the things I want Though I know that when you're dead you can't But I'd rather be a free man in my grave Than living as a puppet or a slave So as sure as the sun will shine I'm gonna get my share now, what's mine And then the harder they come The harder they fall, one and all Ooh, the harder they come Harder they fall, one and all Hey, the harder they come Harder they fall, one and all What I say now What I Say now lunch time at the mines....make mine red stripe....irie....pass dat dutchy....left hand side if you please.....

Dance a hole right thru the floorboard,dance a hole right thru your shoe, in the hour between blood and roses, what else have you got to do? Make my dessert a slab of that grape pie, Al a mode please

SDrs: I saw the email storm about the email storm. I am not on FB, snapchat, instagram, twitter or any of the social media platforms. I just don't have the time nor inclination...and sort of worried if I got on board with all that stuff, I'd overdo it and spend time I don't have on it. My kids tell me I'm a dinosaur by the way. ANYWAY...I move we use this forum and/or the website for mass communication....although someone will have to remind me where our website is. I thought I saved it but did not. If others want to use FB, by all means, do so. Just be aware that many of us won't see some of the stuff you may want us to see. I don't usually hop in the conversations here, but at least glance at what's going on on regular basis, so I'll catch anything important.

@ airbnb for tickets: http://blog.airbnb.com/dead50/?af=34447474&c=gratefuldeadcontest_GDH

24 emails to discuss reducing email. perfect! i like it here. mr. dus briver, are you ready for some more company? peace, gob ps- my FB account will automatically self destruct on 7/6/15.

...that FB would not be accepted by some. Anti-social media is almost as popular as social media. Hate to break to y'all, but you are on a form of social media right now. I get it, though, I was and sort of still am anti-social media. I only got on FB a while back because I was trying to find an old friend. And I did not put any real personal info on there and my username is an alias. I mostly only use it to keep myself informed of info that I cannot get anywhere else. I don't tweet either and plan to never get a twitter acct. But to each his own, can't force people to use what they are uncomfortable with. I totally understand people's feelings regarding FB.

Not gone...just choose not to be in email threads. Forums and other FB Dead groups give me enough information without clogging up emails.

Quit it 2 years ago. rejoined recently to find tickets and keep in touch with Chicago events. Oh that didn't work out well for Zane Kesey either. Point being, I have not accepted a single friend request and don't plan to. FB is not real interaction, although 3 times I actually did hook with old friends and meet up with them when in town. What happens after Chicago? I dunno, but I don't need FB to provide the answers. My nickel for what its worth. I must have deleted the email thread or not read it. If email went away, I'd be fine. Feel free to email me one on one though.

Stymie, can you use the word isthmus in a sentence? bark, bark, bark, bark..... What is it Sarge? Someone at the door? Who can that be? Why it's Mr. Mailman... Sign for a letter? Wheres it from? San Francisco? Damn dirty hippies.... some driving music, Maestro.... Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, child ya' got a runnin' machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on Well now Josephine drivin' a hotrod Ford She got twin carburators, gonna burn up the road Twin exhausts kickin' out the rear Some a'that'll really take away from here Ride on Josephine, baby ride on Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, child ya' got a runnin' machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on Well now Josephine's engine, said it started run hot She tried to trade it in down the used car lot The man couldn't believe his natural eyes When she pulled it up into his drive Ride on Josephine, baby ride on Ride on Josephine, baby ride on Ride on Josephine, girl ya' got a runnin' machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on Josephine...your tank is leakin' baby I think ya' better slow down, ride with me Ya' say what? Ya' ask me to hush up and mind my own business? Uh...baby you are my business You good business baby I just looooove good business Ya' say what? Ya' ask me what kind of car am I drivin'? Well, Uh... I'm drivin' a '48 Cadillac with thunderbird wings I'm tellin' ya' baby it's a runnin' thing I could reach a groove a'baby .. get a gear I think I could take it a'right outta here Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, child ya' got a runnin' machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on .....ISTHMUS BE MY LUCKY DAY...... OTAY!

Everyone let's quiet down around the FB. Consider it off the table* Mostly what is being suggested is what we are already doing - but better. (And dare I say - what I suggested and tried to implement in March for foresight of this very day.) 1) An email group that won't clog and overwhelm your inbox, or 2) a private forum for the same exact purpose we use email for, but with better manifestation, organization, and interface. My email fears have come true. Alas... my cat herding days are over, so I'll just be here in the corner muttering to myself as I try to find the links from James and Totem and the picture from Tami. At least, I've got the pizzas straight. LOVEloveLOVEloveLOVElove StellaI'mNotAlwaysRightButSometimesIReallyAmMoon. *for those of us social-media types, by all means, we ought to have a little satellite spot on fb for laughs and giggles. You can also follow me on Instagram and Twitter if you're into all that. xoxo.

Rich's voice singing along puts the right start on my day. It's not always easy to walk on the Sunny side of the street, but we all make it a little easier for each other.

Thanks girl for the offer and the well wishes.....Reese's Oreos for all....I just need a headcount.....

Count me in on the Reese's Oreos... :-)

I Went To The Door Cause This Truck Stopped In Front Of My House. Isthmus Be Christmas Cause I Got A Present.

Well let's see now. I'm an honorary Canadian and An honorary Deadhead... what other kinds of accolades might I gather in my travels? ... And Rich. We know <3

Stella you are a righteous head.... Now can I get a witness? Mmmmmmmmmbop bop, bop bop Back to east coast reality.....

Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more'Cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door Think this through with me, let me know your mind Wo-oh, what I want to know is, are you kind? It's a buck dancer's choice my friend, better take my advice You know all the rules by now, and the fire from the ice Will you come with me, won't you come with me? Wo-oh, what I want to know, will you come with me? God damn, well I declare, have you seen the like? Their walls are built of cannon balls Their motto is "don't" tread on me" Come hear Uncle John's Band, playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home It's the same story the crow told me, it's the only one he knows Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait Wo-oh, what I want to know, where does the time go? I live in a silver mine and I call it beggar's tomb I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice, I can hear your voice Wo-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

don't really care..... let there be songs to fill the air.... So good night Irene...goodnight.... I'll see you in my dreams.... and Stella I know that you know.....that I know....that we know.... we all miss Jerry....... and it's about the music..... everything else we take from this is just icing on the cake...

Both, I hear tell, are of the highest caliber....music, music, music and more music...let there be songs to fill the air indeed. And we also have a gathering of family and friends and friends we haven't met yet with either roses or begonias or bells or rings or you name it...and perhaps a smile or two too...bop bop be buzz bop. Hi my name is mine and yours is yours, and glad we meet finally. One of the nice parts of the ride is the evening, when rjjrrjjrr pulls over and sets those air-brakes with a wooshhh. The ritual rolling down of the windows and stretching and knee bends are just perfect after a long day's ride. There will be time ahead where we pull the all-nighter, but methinks they are still a bit off in the future. For now, as the dusk settles with the crisp air stand up and lean out and breath it all in. The sunset sure was magnificent huh. The way it painted the sky after dropping below those pines. Someone oughta write a song. Listen...shhhh...over in the distance hear that rumble? It's the bull frogs warming up. And out over the pond in that direction, the crickets are going at it by the rocks, and just in the fading light you can see the bats doing a number on the bugs. Yup, the night air smells mighty fine, the stars are starting to do there twinkling. And look at those fireflies darting everywhere. The pond is a beckoning...last one in does the dishes...

.....last night I had the strangest dream....I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie.........and I woke up next to Lassie, Rin Tin Tin and Snoopy.....it wasn't even cold out... Hit it Sarge.... Jeremiah was a bullfrog Was a good friend of mine I never understood a single word he said But I helped him a-drink his wine And he always had some mighty fine wine Singin'... Joy to the world All the boys and girls now Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me If I were the king of the world Tell you what I'd do I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the war Make sweet love to you Sing it now... Joy to the world All the boys and girls Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me You know I love the ladies Love to have my fun I'm a high life flyer and a rainbow rider A straight shootin' son-of-a-gun I said a straight shootin' son-of-a-gun Joy to the world All the boys and girls Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me ......coffee is on.... and yes indeed joy to you and me.... hey Mr. Mayor.... Night Stella! now who's got pie?

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant tide Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine And no one showed us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's But something stirs and something tries And starts to climb towards the light Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand the best I can And no one calls us to move on And no one forces down our eyes No one speaks And no one tries No one flies around the sun Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes Inviting and inciting me to rise And through the window in the wall Come streaming in on sunlight wings A million bright ambassadors of morning And no one sings me lullabies And no one makes me close my eyes So I throw the windows wide And call to you across the sky.

klown be smilin' heeeeeee's baaaaaaaaaccccckkkk.....

Well, there's no bread let em eat cakeThere's no end to what they'll take Pluck the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the Earth