Grateful Dead

To all the SD brothers & sisters.... For SC locals - welcome home. To the travelers, Godspeed getting home. Wonderful commentary this morning from those at the shows and at home watching - WONDERFUL !! SUPER PUMPED NOW FOR CHICAGO !!!!!!!!!!!

Of a lovely lady... sorry wrong tape....don't get old.....but I digress... Coffee is on, my darling figmentary fairy god niece Stella is right on! But unfortunately way out....snoring in the back... Dorothy is indisposed but promises to sing sweet songs to rock our souls....in Chicago I see London, I see France, I thought I saw a Totes in his underpantss, nah that was Stanley....and Katniss...but he swears his body is a wonderland.... and Lisa and Clowns, and Gregs, and Steve, and Philz and Jeff and Jeff TOO and Jeff Thrice, and Zeke and rainbows and hikers and bikers and bears....all you warm fuzzy beautiful people....oh my! If Saturday was B+ A-, yesterday was, what did you say Fonts? AAAAA! I think he jumped a shark! Sarge thanks for the He's Gone clean up in aisle 8..... Cue Lonely Island.... Cuz I'm on A Boat.....got my sails patched and rails spit shined.... Hit it Sarge.... Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot coca-cola He say "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free Come together right now over me He bag production, he got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knee Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease Come together right now over me (Right! Come, oh, come, come, come.) He roller-coaster, he got early warning He got muddy water, he one mojo filter He say "One and one and one is three" Got to be good-looking cos he's so hard to see Come together right now over me Oh Come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah come together Yeah oh Come together Yeah come together NO SLEEP TIL BROOKLYN! Right Boo Boo buddy? Dance with me George.... Look a horse! And a happy Swan! Hey #88..... Prayers from ba dus.....

Over here.... Let me slow down, pass me your stuff... Have a seat,coffee is fresh.... So glad you made it kid! the names rrrrrgrrrrrr and I brive a dus! Big white stoner dog is Sgt.Pupper..... Katie we have No Rules except kindness and respect.... Hey sarge don't bogart that bone my friend ...pass it over to me...n Katie! Katie when you read this...just say hi or high?

rein in that hound of yours, Nellie is getting nervous, and you don't want to see a nervous Nellie. Pass me a Philz, please I have 3 more days to get thru

Hey now dus briver this is the week!!!! Lets take dis dus down the line.... feelin fine...feeling glad Happy to have found this merry band of pranksters to ride with to the end of the line... It feels like a dream, someone pinch me, can it be real, this funny feeling in my tummy Hit it: You give me that funny feeling in my tummy.... ahw shit, yeah, that's right huh Rollercoaster of Love say what Rollercoaster yeah (oohh oohh oohh) Oh baby you know what I'm talking about Rollercoaster of Love oh yeah it's Rollercoaster time lovin' you is really wild Oh it?s just a love rollercoaster step right up and get your tickets Your love is like a Rollercoaster baby, baby I wanna ride yeah (awawaw) Move over dad 'cause I'm a double dipple Upside down on th big dip dipper 1,2,1,2,3 I?ve got a ticket come ride with me Let me go down on the marry-go-round All is fair 'n' a big fair ground Let's go slow. let's go fast Like a liqourice twist gonna whip your ass. Rollercoaster say what I will be there for you I will be your man.

Philz it is....hop on in and pass the bones

I want what you're having.... On my way to get drilled philled n billed.... Have some coffee Creme tangerine and montelimat A ginger sling with a pineapple heart A coffee dessert, yes, you know it's good news But you'll have to have them all pulled out After the Savoy truffle Cool cherry cream and a nice apple tart I feel your taste all the time we're apart Coconut fudge really blows down those blues But you'll have to have them all pulled out After the Savoy truffle You might not feel it now But when the pain cuts through You're going to know and how The sweat is going to fill your head When it becomes too much You're going to shout aloud But you'll have to have them all pulled out After the Savoy truffle. You know that what you eat you are But what is sweet now, turns so sour We all know Ob-La-Di-Bla-Da But can you show me, where you are? Creme tangerine and montelimat A ginger sling with a pineapple heart A coffee dessert--yes you know its good news But you'll have to have them all pulled out After the Savoy truffle Yes you'll have to have them all pulled out After the Savoy truffle

buried the bone, can't find it anywhere

OOh man, the dentist on Monday morning ouch! Coffee on board and a song in my heart... Life is hard And so am I You'd better give me something So I don't die Novocaine for the soul Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Life is white And I am black Jesus and his lawyer Are coming back Oh my darling Will you be here Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Guess who's living here with the great undead This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head, once again Life is good And I feel great 'Cause mother says I was A great mistake Novocaine for the soul You'd better give me something to fill the hole Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out 

Always best to pull the bill on your tinfoil hat a bit down, to cover the glare on the morning sun... Heading eastward into the sunrise can be a bitch... What? You're all sleeping in the back and it doesn't matter? Something about tears and Brokedown Palace and staying up half the night? rjjrjjrrr turned the wheel over to Sgt Puppers, he is a bit directionally challenged, but does pretty good, considering he doesn't have that opposable thumb thing going on... Never fear, ba dus knows it's way to Chitown, all you gotta do is climb a mountain, coast down, go that way, climb another one, coast down, and you're on the fruited plane with amber waves of grain on one side and purple mountains in the back. Watch out for that tree, Puppers, and no, you can't stop the bus and "claim" it as your territory....plenty of time for that in Chitown. What? Someone ate all the oreos AND drank all the milk? Dang. Musta been a powerful set of munchies. Well, we done shared all of mine...so how 'bout you sir, or you ma'am...got any oreos? GOT MILK?

Sitting at work is just killing me. Are you going?

Is getting me paranoid. Phil was signing directly at me during 1/2 Step. The first man takes the sails; the third the planks and rails. Yeah, you know I'm talking about. That poor guy is really out there. Anyway...... Chicago Bound! Anyone going to Greensky/Keller/Stringdusters?

We will twirl for you, and dance and sing and blow bubbles your way......hope you enjoyed SC....quite a warm up....Trey can brive dis dus anyday..... Gonna be a blast..... and now without further ado here on K DED a song I learned to appreciate while getting my chicklet drilled sans Novocain .... Hit it Sarge...... I like pleasure spiked with pain And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Songbird sweet and sour Jane And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Pleasure spiked with pain That motherfucker's always spiked with pain Looking in my own eyes I can't find the love I want Someone better slap me Before I start to rust Before I start to decompose Looking in my rearview mirror Looking in my rearview mirror I can make it disappear I can make it disappear Have no fear I like pleasure spiked with pain And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Songbird sweet and sour Jane And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Pleasure spiked with pain That motherfucker's always spiked with pain Sitting in my kitchen Hey girl, I'm turning into dust again My melancholy baby The star of mazzy must Push her voice inside of me I'm overcoming gravity I'm overcoming gravity It's easy when you're sad to be It's easy when you're sad, sad to be I like pleasure spiked with pain And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Songbird sweet and sour Jane And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Pleasure spiked with pain Just one note Could make me float Could make me float away One note from the song she wrote Could fuck me where I lay Just one note Could make me choke One note that's not a lie Just one note Could cut my throat One note could make me die I like pleasure spiked with pain And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Songbird sweet and sour Jane And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Pleasure spiked with pain It's my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Now back to our previously scheduled programming....

I fell asleep during the Dark Star stream. lol. Marye, I think we met the Suwanee a few years ago. Anyways, cheers! You'll hear all the juicy details here I'm sure. LOL!

Well lookie here....Kona just dropped by....its tfonts pooch..... Have a seat next to Stanley and Sarge..... Can you request a song, why of course you can, silly girl..... 8 tracks are under the seat...... You wanna hear Skydog? Really....we haven't broken that out yet....good idea Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low; Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door. I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues, I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues. Well, I looked over in the corner, and Grandpa seemed to have them too. Well my momma died and left me, My poppa died and left me, I ain't good looking baby, But I'm somewhat sweet and kind. I'm goin' to the country, baby do you wanna go? But if you can't make it baby, your sister Lucille said she wanna go. (and I sure will take her). I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen; Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen. Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah, And she look like a dog gone queen. Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. You got no nerve babe, to turn Uncle John from your door. Anybody find that bone Pupper was bogarting?

At least it's the afternoon now....just gotta make it through tomorrow... Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis Pumped a lot of pane down in New Orleans But I never saw the good side of the city 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river If you come down to the river Bet you gonna find some people who live You don't have to worry 'cause you have [if you got] no money People on the river are happy to give Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river

Ain't seen no one brive a dus like you can..... Hey all....you are in good hands with Miami FLA..... .....hit me one time.... As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all 'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool 'Til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function, you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and T.V. And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me

I learned to drive on those old country back roads... dirt, gravel, windey, hilly, curvy, bumpy. Thats all there is to do for the youth in small towns drive drive drive...this is a good song to ride to... Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin'; Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name. Catfish are jumpin', that paddle wheel thumpin', Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same. Old black water, keep on rollin', Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? Old black water keep on rollin', Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? Old black water, keep on rollin', Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, Gonna make ev'rything, pretty mama, Gonna make ev'rything alright. And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all. Well, if it rains, I don't care, don't make no difference to me; Just take that street car that's goin' up town. Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland And dance a honky tonk, And I'll be buyin' ev'rybody drinks all 'roun'. Old black water, keep on rollin', Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? Old black water keep on rollin', Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? Old black water, keep on rollin', Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me? Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, Gonna make ev'rything, pretty mama, Gonna make ev'rything alright. And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all. I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand. Take me by the hand, pretty mama, Come and dance with your daddy all night long. I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand. I want to honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk, With you all night long. I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand. (C'mon, baby, c'mon, ba - be.) Take me by the hand, pretty mama, Come and dance with your daddy all night long. I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland, Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand, by the hand. I want to honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk, honkey-tonk, With you all night long.

let's bring it down a notch.... Memories of a lonely past A boat set into the wind Drifting lost in waters of doubt On a journey that has no end Torn and faded photographs A chestful of old goodbyes Tear streaked faces by the light of the moon Here on a river of fools Here on a river of fools A trio of angels holding candles of light Guide the ship to an unknown shore Sad soul riders with arms drawn tight As they stopped for just one more Fingers pointed to a star in the sky A message from someone they can't see Tear streaked faces by the light of the moon Here on a river of fools Here on a river of fools Traveling along a cloudy path With a wing, a heart, and a prayer Pieces fall from the heavens above To a place they know not where A string of beads in trembling hands Heading close to the judgement day Tear streaked faces by the light of the moon Here on a river of fools Here on a river of fools That's why Kyle had us all patch those sails and shine them rails.....thanks Totes.... Roadkill for vittles..... Supper is Ready.....

Since I'll be with you all on Independence Day, I'll send this one out now for our Country's Birthday. Time after time I sit and I wait for your call I know I'm a fool but why can I say Whatever the price I'll pay for you, Madame Blue Once long ago, a word from your lips and the world turned around But somehow you've changed, you're so far away I long for the past and dream of the days with you, Madame Blue Suite Madame Blue, gaze in your looking glass You're not a child anymore Suite Madame Blue, the future is all but past Dressed in your jewels, you made your own rules You conquered the world and more ..............heaven's door America....America...America..America.. America....America...America..America.. America....America...America..America.. Red white and blue, gaze in your looking glass You're not a child anymore Red, white, and blue, the future is all but past So lift up your heart, make a new start And lead us away from here

Saturday was great and very magical. Rainbows, sunsets and fireworks. Amazing! Sunday was also very good, had some trouble with the stream. I had to pause it for a while and as long as I was a few minutes behind the live feed it was good. Trey did a really good job I would have to say. Picking nits my complaints would be his solos sounded a little scripted and he is a tease. He builds up like he is gonna go off, then as soon as you think he is gonna break out, he backs off and brings it back down to the song. Not bad overall though, and he had some real brilliant moments during the jazz jams and bluesy numbers. I thought they sounded great as a group and pretty tight and clean considering the circumstances. It was so good it brought a tear to my eye a couple of times. I really enjoyed it and thought it was worth every penny. I found the negative comments below the jambase review to be completely unfounded. "Train wreck" and "just aweful" were terms that were used and it was not that way at all for me. Seems like some people made up their minds that it was gonna suck before going so it wouldn't matter how good they sounded; those peeps were gonna hate it anyway. Then why go?

now on K DED....apologies to Rhymin Simon....there he goes..... To the family and friends of Chris Squire..... Affirmative Sarge....Affirmative..... Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies And we walked off, walked off, walked off,to look for America Kathy, I said, as we boarded the greyhound in Pittsburgh Michigan seems like a dream to me now Took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw They've all gone to look for America All gone to look for America Laughing on the bus, playing games with faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful, his bow tie is really a camera "Kathy, I'm lost", I said, although I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I don't know why I'm Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike And they've all gone to look for America All gone to look for America All gone to look for America Son of a bitch....now I miss Chris Squire too...

It was a little disorganized, but most of us were able to meet each other and hang out for a while. That was fun! I was bummed I missed ASL, Deadgeek, Seeing Red and Stellamoon. :-( Look forward to meeting you ALL in Chicago...we're gonna do it up big in the windy city... I didn't bring phone numbers so I missed TruckinEric and Eyes of Rocklin also. Hope you guys had great shows!

Agreed, not awful....problem as I see it in da Buff is we deadheads become obsessed and at times live in the past.....was 6-27/15 or 6/28 for that matter ....5/09/77 or Europe 72..... Or even one of those Philly Spectrum shows of yore....no, not by a long shot....but there were hiccups and mistakes, and both nights the boys averted caution and stopped on the tracks in set two pre drums....you know what though....it's all good....look in the mirror lately? I did....don't look nor walk nor talk like I did in 72 or 77..... Circle of life...wheel thingy.... To all you haters....THERE IS NOTHING......LIKE A GRATEFUL DEAD CONCERT, not even Bieber.... Can I get a witness?

Gone to Rock n' Roll heaven to play rhythm for Jerry... I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley The music dance and sing They make the children really ring I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you I will remember you Your silhouette will charge the view Of distance atmosphere Call it morning driving thru the sound and even in the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching down on the land Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees the rim of the land The eagle's dancing wings create as weather spins out of hand Go closer hold the land feel partly no more than grains of sand We stand to lose all time a thousand answers by in our hand Next to your deeper fears we stand surrounded by a million years I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there Twenty four before my love and I'll be there I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out You spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you

Great bassist for a great band. We will miss you!

American Pie Don McLean Buy for $1.29 SubscribeStart Free Radio Subscribe to Google Play Music and listen to this song and millions of other songs. First month free. Lyrics A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die They were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Death be not proud though some have called thee mighty and dreadful for thou art not so

.....your humble servant.... always yours in Jerry... Babalooie

I like 3's! I like cheese help me please! Bored!

Yes was an AMAZING band - incredible in their day live. June, 1976, the great JFK Stadium - Pousette Dart Band, Gary Wright, Peter Frampton and Yes - what a day/night that was !! https://www.google.com/search?q=yes+peter+frampton+jfk+stadium+1976&esp… R.I.P. Mr Squire - you were one heck of a musician. The Yes album to this day, INCREDIBLE.

When you hit on the head with your beer bottleSomething in my chemistry did change Oh before I decided to forgive you My friends think I'm permanantly deranged When I wake up and try to put things all together Of all the lovin' times that we did have I get static in the ears and a hazy picture And I hear your voice inside begin to laugh I hope that it's all amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane Yeah I hope that it's all amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same Sometimes i feel OK, but when I talk I stutter I can't remember back a few minutes ago The doctors all come up with the same answers Boy if I'm that far gone there's nowhere left to go I hope that it's all amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane I hope that it's all amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same I hope that it's all amnesia Believe me I'm sick but not insane I hope that it's all amnesia My friends they don't look at me the same. (Chorus 2 more times to end)

We, Jah people, can make it work!Come together and make it work, yeah! We can make it work; We can make it work. Five days to go - working for the next day; Four days to go - working for the next day; Say we got: three days to go now: working for the next day; Two days to go, ooh - working for the next day, yeah. Say we got: one day to go - working for the - Every day is work - work - work - work! We can make it work! We can make it work! We, Jah people, can make it work; Come together and make it work. We can make it work! We can make it work! We got: five days to go work, oh! - working for the next day, eh! Four days to go: working for the - Three days to go now: working for the next day, yeah! Two days to go: working for the next day Say we got: one day to go now: working for - Every day is work, wotcha-wa Work! - I work in the mid-day sun Work! - I work till the evening come Work! - If ya ain't got nothing to do Work! - Ooh-ooh-ooh-oo-oo-ooh! We got some work for you!

Hey there....miss those emerald eyes....Stanley's been a good boy.... Can't wait for the Circus to come to town....

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby Collecting clothes Moonshine washing line They suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror Distorted view, see through baby blue Oh, Arnold Layne It's not the same, takes two to know Two to know, two to know Why can't you see? Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person They gave him time Doors bang - chain gang - he hates it Oh, Arnold Layne It's not the same, takes two to know Two to know, two to know Why can't you see? Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne Don't do it again

is it amnesia... You lost your focus but I got a plan for it With a secret ingredient And you are infinitely invited Just leave alone the geminis Two of them and four of eyes And you are infinitely invited (No one could not agree) It's unanimously decided (They've come for you and me) That we are dangerously surrounded (Their boats are full of flames) Aaaaaahhhhh (They paint the grasses green) Aaaaaahhhhhh (Repeating history) Aaaaaahhhhh (They don't say what they mean) Is it amnesia Amanaemonesia Mistaken for magic (Mistaken for magic) Silver hours Silver hours Becoming a habit (Chasing the rabbit) Is it amnesia Amanaemonesia Mistaken for magic (Mistaken for magic) [x2] Spacing out in a nook and cranny It's officially uncanny It's a fish in a sea of granite Just leave alone the geminis Two of them and four of I’s (No one could not agree) It's unanimously decided (They've come for you and me) That we are dangerously surrounded (Their boats are full of flames) Aaaaahhhhhh (They paint their grasses green) Aaaaaaahhhh (Repeating history) Aaaaaahhhh (They don't say what they mean) Is it amnesia Amanaemonesia Mistaken for magic (Mistaken for magic) Silver hours Silver hours Becoming a habit (Chasing the rabbit) Is it amnesia Amanaemonesia Mistaken for magic (Mistaken for magic) [x4] There's a system of symbols that no one will vouch for Everyone uses and no one believes There's a dog in the yard with a manner that's ruff Yet there's something about you that he understands The girl at the window covered in ashes Smiles grotesquely in the light of the day Singing in German the cold summer warning But I can't remember what I meant to say Is it amanaemonesia (Mistaken for magic) Amanaemonesia (Chasing the rabbit) Amanaemonesia

sung with sincerity....to all Dreamers on ba Dus....and you know who you are.... A man conceived a moment's answer to the dream Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes As a foundation left to create the spiral aim A movement regained and regarded both the same All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed Between the picture of time behind the face of need Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid Emotions revealed as the ocean maid All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Coins and crosses (Turn round tailor, assaulting) Never know their fruitless worth (all the mornings of the interest shown, presenting one another to the cord) Cords are broken (All left dying, rediscovered Of the door that turned round) Locked inside the mother Earth (To close the cover, all the interest shown) They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you (To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb) Watching the world, watching all of the world Watching us go by And you and I climb over the sea to the valley And you and I reached out for reasons to call [II Eclipse] Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid Emotions revealed as the ocean maid As a movement regained and regarded both the same All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you [III The Preacher, The Teacher] Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify Political ends as sad remains will die Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you Oooh, ooh I listened hard but could not see Life tempo change out and inside me The preacher trained in all to lose his name The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same In the end we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize That the truth of man maturing in his eyes All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid As a moment regained and regarded both the same Emotion revealed as the ocean maid A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you [IV Apocalypse] And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning And you and I reach over the sun for the river And you and I climb, clearer towards the movement And you and I called over valleys of endless seas

Hey rrrrgrrrr, back at ya brother. It's getting kinda sentimental here on ba Dus. And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart The blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the heart Closer to the heart Philosophers and ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the heart Closer to the heart You can be the captain I will draw the chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the heart

Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong. West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads. All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong. West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads. I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away. And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong. West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong. West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads

OOOHH did I hit a nerve, you no likey? Not a huge fan but I like some of their lyrics

The Blue Ridge Mtns are about as close to heaven as you can get here on earth...

Got a soft spot in my heart for TO.... Love From Toronto video just released... Boys band....I like them....

Nice! Cute girl fronting the band, nice name. Good luck to them!

she was in a band called 10,000 maniacs....rhythm and background vocal.... quit or fired?????, recruited some young heads Guess people born in July don't suck..... :-) you'll get to meet junior in 5 days.....

Drove back to the NV this a.m. at 4:45--yeah, that was an interesting comedown from two spectacular shows. The price of a five-show run is toiling away in the mines during the days between. I think I can, I think I can, but I'm getting pretty delirious from lack of sleep. At times the drive seemed like I was floating on Jerry's rainbow or maybe the clouds that hid the (Stella) moon for a while on Saturday. Yeah, floating was figurative, people, so there's that. Of course, technically it was only a few hours after the show.... Either way, the drive went smoothly with fresh memories of a helluva good time and I really can't wait for this weekend. Tick, tock, tick. Pie and candy...thanks, Chris and Tami!! Pizza and hotdogs, second-hand something or other. I saw Gob as well. ;-)

No time left now for shameHorizon behind me, no more pain Windswept stars blink and smile Another song, another mile You read the line every time Ask me about crime in my mind Ask me why another road song Funny but I bet you never left home On a good day, I know it ain't every day We can part the sea And on a bad day, I know it ain't every day Glory beyond our reach Fourteen seconds 'til sunrise Tired but wiser for the time Lightning Thirty miles away Three thousand more in Two days

I feel tears welling up from down deep inside, Like my heart's got a big break And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful that I may never shake. You might think that I'm taking it hard since you broke me off with a call, You might wager that I'll hide in sorrow and I might lay right down and bawl. Now the race is on and here comes pride up the back stretch, Heartaches a goin' to the inside, my tears are holding back, tryin' not to fall. My heart's our of the running, true love scratched for another's sake, The race is on and it looks like heartaches, and the winner loses all. One day I ventured in love never once suspecting What the final result would be. Now I live in fear of waking up each morning, And finding that you're gone from me. There's an aching pain in my heart for the name of the one that I hated to face, Someone else came out to win her, and I came out in second place.