Grateful Dead

I can't quit herShe's got a hold on me She got her hand on my soul I can't quit her 'Cause I see her face everywhere I go In the city streets, in the country fields In the back of my mind I know it can't be real For a woman to possess All the tenderness she had But the hands of time Keep tickin' on my back 'Cause it's been so long Since I had her back beside me Yeah, I know I can't quit her 'Cause on my darkest night She comes on like a light I can't quit her Try as I may, with all my might She had a woman's touch And a young girls eyes And in seconds flat I was proselytized Turned around And made to feel sweet love But the hands of time Keep tickin' on my back 'Cause it's been so long Since I had her back beside me yeah True love is somethin' Ev'ry young boy knows about And he fights his whole soul all the best to find some I was a young boy 'Til I held her in my arms Now I find that I'm strung out behind some, hey I can't quit her She got her hand on me She got a hold on my soul 'Cause I your face everywhere I go I can't quit her, woo ooo yeah, I know You know I see your face Everywhere I go! I need her...I need the little girl

New York was cold and dampTV is just a blank Looks like another dead end Sunday What about an early night Monday never feels so bright Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely Who wants to brave the pouring rain For a glass of French champagne? Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by And she was hot - as she kissed my mouth She was hot - as I wiped her brow She was hot - she pinned me to the ground She was quick - she knew her way around She was hot - as she tore my clothes She was hot - she had no place to go She was hot - on a cold and rainy night Detroit was smoky grey Nothing like the good old days Well I got a fever that I'm fighting I don't need your company Leave me in my misery I can take the rebound just like lightning And she was hot - in a 50's dress She was hot - her lips were flashing red I was lost - in her burning flesh I was hot - I was dripping sweat She was hot - in the Detroit snow She was hot - she had no place to go She was hot - on a cold and rainy night And she was hot - and I had the blues She was hot - honey, where were you? If you were in my shoes You would be excused She was hot - you can never wait She was hot - never hesitate She was hot - on a cold and rainy night I think I'm going off the rails Riding down the pleasure trails I was taking passion where you find it Honey when you were young and fresh And you need the touch of your flesh Go take the treasure where you find it And she was hot - in the melted snow She was hot - in the molten glow She was hot - she got it in the blood She was hot - like the dam that bursts She was black - she was strong and true She was black - and her eyes were blue She was lost - and she took a chance At just a brief romance Down the avenue into the lost bayou Into the tall bamboo, back to the human zoo I wish you all the best, I hope we meet again On a cold Chicago night She was hot She was hot She was hot hot hot She was hot hot hot She was hot hot hot She was hot hot hot She was hot hot hot She was hot hot hot She was hot hot hot She was hot hot hot

this forum devolve to a recitation of tin pan alley???

Jane....get me off this crazy thing..... Just riding the tidal waves.....treading water.... Too late to stop now..... Have a good weekend....getting ready for my boy at Artpark.....

act for someone?

Sunday....50 years of dead with my boys band, the Maniacs, Grass is dead and BPO with Crazy Fingers...... Biggest venue they've played so far....

Tom, get your plane right on timeI know your part'll go fine Fly down to Mexico Do-n-do-d-do-n-do and here I am, The only living boy in New York I get the news I need on the weather report I can gather all the news I need on the weather report Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile Do-n-doh-d-doh-n-doh and here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone But we don't know where, And we don't know where Half of the time we're gone But we don't know where, And we don't know where Tom, get your plane right on time I know you've been eager to fly now Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine now Do-n-do-d-do-n-do Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York, The only living boy in New York

The Sunshine Daydreamers are alive and well. The Sunshine Daydreamers remain electrified by what happened in Chicago and want to continue to share the experience. The tools we are using to get that done, however, are showing their weaknesses. The flaws on the email side are apparent: the stream of consciousness, reply all activity can be exhilarating when there is a hot topic, but that is better suited to a chat room function, and so last week we had several more people withdraw from the email list in frustration. The Dead.net forum has obvious shortcomings as well, principally that its only organization is chronological: if there had been a new Pearl of the Day several days ago from Meister Geo, I would only find it by wading back through pages of song lyrics; and then I would only be hoping to find something because there is no possibility to check if there is a new post from a particular individual. It would seem to we need to all take a step forward, as one, to the SunshineDaydreamers.com site that was so generously organized for us. There is a blog section that can have thematic organization (so that the discussion last week about which covers were played would not be spread over four email threads (none of the Subjects of which mentioned playlists nor covers)). I have not seen enough posting to know for sure, but it seems possible that one can approach that forum and check to see who has made a new post, and then make a choice whether to have a look at the 196 posts by one person or the 3 posts from someone else. Yes, there is a password, but we all had passwords on Dead.net where we started out, so that can't really be much of an obstacle. Just sayin people, we need to channel this gusher of love and enthusiasm; got to make sure its built to last.

Once again my friend, a spot-on post. I'm as much to blame as anyone, especially given Geo's generosity to fund the SD.com URL. Maybe it's the navigation, maybe it's the UI, but I could use a little schooling on say, how to get straight to the blogs, post & read, or, how to download & upload shared pics. Anyone care to take a swag at a user manual/SD.com for dummies documentation?

It's fun being on the roab and listen to the banter an sing songs...when it is time to park, the website has a garage, and we can all pile out and hang out in the living room. Guess what's always playing?

Stones at Ralph Wilson Stadium last night.. Quite entertaining....more like a Broadway show, choreographed.... Can't help but think there was something behind the curtain.... Backing tracks ala ELO or Millie Vanilli The show was too damn perfect.... Back in the 70's they were garage band sloppy, not last night. Interesting this zip code tour set has a running time of 2 hours and 10 minutes.... Every show 2 hours and 10 minutes, not 9 not 11.... but I digress.... Glad I got to see them one more time, Mick for a 71 yo has the body of Twiggy....and a lot of energy... IMO the night belonged to Charley Watts....the man can still bring it.... Now on to other matters.... Some folks trust to reason Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh I hope you understand When it's done and over Lord, a man is just a man Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Some folks look for answers Others look for fights Some folks up in treetops Just look to see the sights I can tell your future Look what's in your hand But I can't stop for nothing I'm just playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Standing on a tower World at my command You just keep a turning While I'm playing in the band If a man among you Got no sin upon his hand Let him cast a stone at me For playing in the band Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land Playing Playing in the band Daybreak Daybreak on the land

cant figure out how to post pictures yet. if i figure it out, i'll let you all know...vice versa please

Got lots to say and lots to share but I don't know how!

I think if you start a "blog" it will allow you to post photos to the blog. Not sure yet on dedicated photo page... We're movin from da dus to a "techno-house". Geo, does the livingroom have a fireplace? @rrrgrrr glad you enjoyed the show last night. Props to the boys. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Summer's thunder time of year, The sound of music in my ears. Distant bells, New mown grass smells so sweet. By the river holding hands, Roll me up and lay me down. And if you sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Children's laughter in my ears, The last sunlight disappears. And if you sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Children's laughter in my ears, The last sunlight disappears.

Hey sister.....how you doing? Trying to figure out this high fallotin' website..... Damn kids and technology.... Got some video snippets to post..,don't know how..... But I will..... Just saw Grass Is Dead play this.... PANAMA RED, PANAMA RED HE'LL STEAL YOUR WOMAN, THEN HE'LL ROB YOUR HEAD PANAMA RED, PANAMA RED ON HIS WHITE HORSE, MESCALITO HE COME BREEZIN' THROUGH TOWN I'LL BET YOUR WOMAN'S UP IN BED WITH PANAMA RED THE JUDGE DON'T KNOW WHEN RED'S IN TOWN HE KEEPS WELL HIDDEN UNDERGROUND BUT EVERYBODY'S ACTING LAZY FALLING OUT AND HANGIN' 'ROUND MY WOMAN SAID, "HEY PEDRO YOU'RE ACTIN' CRAZY LIKE A CLOWN" NOBODY FEELS LIKE WORKING PANAMA RED IS BACK IN TOWN CHORUS EVERYBODY'S LOOKING OUT FOR HIM 'CAUSE THEY KNOW RED'S SATISFIES LITTLE GIRLS LOVE TO LISTEN TO HIM SING AND TELL SWEET LIES BUT WHEN THINGS GET TOO CONFUSING, HONEY YOU'RE BETTER OFF IN BED AND I'LL BE SEARCHING ALL THE JOINTS IN TOWN FOR PANAMA RED

had help getting images uploaded but site tells me i don't authority to upload files. what now? thanks for any help anyone can provide.

Hey now...GREAT PICS on the SD.com site - thanks guys !! I did see a way to "push" posts to my email o I'm getting them. I have a few other mails to get through with some site tips and hopefully Geeky is drafting us an SD for dummies mail so sooner or later I'll get there :-) Love to all !!

Maybe check with Zeke when he is back from vacay. He had to set up some stuff for my account. This next tune about sums up life in STL right now... Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head But at night it's a different world Go out and find a girl Come-on come-on and dance all night Despite the heat it'll be alright And babe, don't you know it's a pity That the days can't be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city Cool town, evening in the city Dressing so fine and looking so pretty Cool cat, looking for a kitty Gonna look in every corner of the city Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop But at night it's a different world Go out and find a girl Come-on come-on and dance all night Despite the heat it'll be alright And babe, don't you know it's a pity That the days can't be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around, people looking half dead Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head But at night it's a different world Go out and find a girl Come-on come-on and dance all night Despite the heat it'll be alright And babe, don't you know it's a pity That the days can't be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city

StL may be hot, raining cats n Puppers here though.... BTW, Matt is quite the photographer.... Blew up to 8 x 10 and framed 2 pics...the group photo and the one of da brivers....on the wall in my office.... Co worker walked in, said is that your daughter, said no that's Miami she brives a dus.. Got a look of confusion, she walked away and I just smiled.... Request time on KDED....This one goes out to all you hot people...and you know who you are.... Ole ole, ole ole Ole ole, ole ole Yessa, haha Yes, girls Me mind on fire, me soul on fire Feeling hot, hot, hot Party people all around me Feeling hot, hot, hot What to do on a night like this? Music sweet, I can't resist We need a party song, a fundamental jam So we go rum bum bum bum Yeah, we rum bum bum bum Feeling hot, hot, hot Feeling hot, hot, hot, oh, Lord (Me la la la lum bum bum) See people rocking, hear people chanting Feeling hot, hot, hot Keep up this spirit, come on, let's do it Feeling hot, hot, hot It's in the air, celebration time Music sweet captivate your mind We have this party song, this fundamental jam So we go rum bum bum bum Yeah, we rum bum bum bum Feeling hot, hot, hot Feeling hot, hot, hot, oh, Lord Haha Ole ole, ole ole Ole ole, ole ole Ole ole, ole ole Ole ole, ole ole Yes, girls People in the party, hot, hot, hot People in the party, hot, hot, hot They come to the party, know what they got They come to the party, know what they got I'm hot, you're hot, he's hot, she's hot I'm hot, you're hot, he's hot, she's hot (Real hot, real hot, real hot, real hot) Haha, oh, Lord How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot) ...

rrrgrrr, I love confusing people at work! When my supervisor found out I was going to the shows, she was like wow, I never pegged you for a Dead head. I guess you never can tell... It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale, But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53, They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

Thanks Marye- She doesn't just leave the door open for more shows, she practically said start decorating your envelopes! Very very positive interview and what a great heart she has. Thank you again for the link. G

as quoted: Yeah, there’s a feeling that our fanbase wouldn’t be served if there were no more events. I think it’s pretty obvious to everybody. Everybody wants to go to more shows. HELL YES WE WANT MORE SHOWS!!! oooh weee, could it be? just tell me where to sign up! Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years! lets here it for 50 more years of Grateful Dead!

marye, that was a beautiful read....I saw Bobby's guitar....Said to my wife...bet that goes for $10 grand... She looked at me and said...no! Half a million....at least.... ....it ain't me, it's the people that say..... smarter than the man in every way! Our community goes much deeper than music, it's spirit, family, oneness, and helping....leaving Soldier Field each night....And I got a bum leg...and..that place is NOT handicapped accessible in the classic sense, don't know how they stay open... likely took 6 months off my lifespan limping my 2 miles to the shuttle to the hotel but I'd do it again in a heartbeat, the final night I saw 4 heads, carrying a guy in his wheelchair thru the crowd....made me cry.....if there were more people like us, the world would be a happier place.... Back on ba dus....bring on Ratdog with John Mayer....so what if his body is a wonderland? ;-) every time I think I'm out....they pull me back in!

You can check out anytime you like...but you can NEVER leave! I saw similar acts of kindness among deadheads. I witnessed a couple of guys carrying a girls wheelchair down the stairs and someone else was carrying her! I really dont think you could have that many people that weren't deadheads in one space without having utter chaos. Remeber people being trampled to death at other rock shows... Chaos and rioting after sporting events... Not at a dead show! We take care of our own. We are true Americans! We are the most humane humans there are! PROUD TO BE A DEADHEAD!

Summer 1995 near the end was an ugly year....was at a few shows where people stormed the gates and there were injuries....luckily I limped much quicker back then....;-) All in all we are a kind breed....and happy to be a member of our dysfunctional organization....

I would venture to say that those who stormed the gates were not actual deadheads but merely people who wanted a taste of the magic or to obtain party favors etc... There was a suspicious character who milled around me in the aisle on the Saturday show who I'm pretty sure was eyeing my dead50 tote bag and was thinking about lifting it. I was dancing and he was seated in teh aisle. As soon as I sat down he took off. He was acting sketchy...looking around all weird. Those types of leeches always try to glom on the scene to suck what they can from it... They are the exception that proves the rule. Meet me in the crowd, people, people Throw your love around, love me, love me Take it into town, happy, happy Put it in the ground where the flowers grow Gold and silver shine Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing Everyone around, love them, love them Put it in your hands, take it, take it There's no time to cry, happy, happy Put it in your heart where tomorrow shines Gold and silver shine Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing Whoa, here we go Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing Shiny happy people holding hands People, happy people People

SSIA... ultimate compliment....from your Uncle..... if you haven't heard the original Broadway soundtrack to Hair....you owe it to yourself to do so....1968 release Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song Singing a song Humming a song Singing a song Loving a song Laughing a song Singing a song Sing the song Song song song sing Sing sing sing sing song

Matt and I watched Hair on DVD the week before the Shows. LOVE IT! It was prep work for the shows..setting the mood! I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood for a melody I'm in the mood I can make you dance - I can make you sing I can make you dance - I can make you sing If you want me to I can make you dance - I can make you sing I can make you dance - I can make you sing If you want me to I can make you dance - I can make you sing I can make you dance - I can make you sing If you want me to Any little song that you want to sing Little songs that you want to sing Any song will do Any little song that you want to sing Little songs that you want to sing It's up to you Little songs that you want to sing A little song that you want to sing You're blue I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood I can write it on the door - I can put it on the floor I can do anything that you want me for If you want me to I can do it right - I can do it wrong 'Cause a matter of fact it'll turn out to be strong If you want me to

Been a Zep fan since 1971.... saw 4 of 7 shows in MSG in 75 and again in 77.... Spent 3 days in line for tix, pre Internet....while at NYU.... Lost hearing in right ear....second row, Plant solo tour....3 rd row right speaker column....got some of it back tho.... Have you heard the news There's good rockin' at midnight Oh, I'm gonna hold my baby With all my might What a wonderful time we had that night Hey, hey, there's good rockin' at midnight Have you heard the news There's good rockin' at midnight Oh, I'm gonna hold my baby With all my might What a wonderful time we had that night Hey, hey, there's good rockin' at midnight Now sweet Chalky Brown and sweet Lorraine They got caught on Caledonia's land Soon pretty soon they told it all Those fellahs got drunk and they had a ball Crying hey, hey There's good rockin' at midnight Well, two times Well, I tell y'all about now deacon John He got so high they had to take him home Hear the news about Ella Brown He stole a chicken and he ran out of town Hey, hey, there's good rockin' at midnight Caledonia got drunk and grinning like a pig She fell down and she lost her wig Charlie Brown she laughed and she got sick And Caledonia got mad and grabbed a brick Crying hey, hey, there's good rockin' at midnight Oh now let's go two times Oh yeah Oh yeah, wanna tell you all about now deacon John He got so high they had to take him home Here's the news about Ella Brown He stole a lot of chickens and he ran out of town Crying hey, hey there's good rockin' at midnight Now, now, now Caledonia got drunk and grinning like a pig She fell down and lost her wig Charlie Brown she laughed and she got sick Caledonia got mad and she grabbed a brick Crying hey, hey there's good rockin' at midnight Uh, mmmm, rock Gonna rock Gonna rock Gonna rock Gonna rock Gonna rock Well yeah I'm gonna rock Gonna rock We gonna rock Ooh-hoo yeah we're gonna rock We're gonna rock There's still rockin' at midnight, midnight, midnight, midnight, yeah Oh Lets go out ah Now sweet Chalky Brown and sweet Lorraine They got caught on Caledonia's land Soon pretty soon they told it all Those girls got drunk and they had a ball Crying hey, hey there's good rockin' at midnight We gonna rock We gonna rock Yeah-es we gonna rock Now, now, now we gonna rock Ooh-ah-yeah Ooh yeah Ooh yeah

mmm hmmm...Robert Plant is Holly approved! On waves of love my heart is breaking And stranger still my self control I can't rely on anymore New tides surprise - my world it's changing Within this frame an ocean swells - behind this smile I know it well Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting I am the pilot of the storm - adrift in pleasure I may drown I built this ship - it is my making And furthermore my self control I can't rely on anymore I know why - I know why Crazy on a ship of fools Crazy on a ship of fools Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground Who claims that no man is an island While I land up in jeopardy - more distant from you by degrees I walk this shore in isolation And at my feet eternity draws ever sweeter plans for me I know why - I know why Crazy on a ship of fools Crazy on a ship of fools Turn this boat around - back to my loving ground Oh no, oh no - ship of fools --

I will leave you with this little ditty...... Wanna tell you about the girl I love My she looks so fine She's the only one that I been dreamin' of Maybe someday she will be all mine I wanna tell her that I love her so I thrill with her every touch I need to tell her she's the only one I really love I got a woman, wanna ball all day I got a woman, she won't be true, no I got a woman, stay drunk all the time I said I got a little woman and she won't be true Sunday morning when we go down to church See the menfolk standin' in line I said they come to pray to the Lord With my little girl, looks so fine In the evening when the sun is sinkin' low Everybody's with the one they love I walk the town, Keep a-searchin' all around Lookin' for my street corner girl I got a woman, wanna ball all day I got a woman, she won't be true, no no I got a woman, stay drunk all the time I said I got a little woman and she won't be true In the bars, with the men who play guitars Singin', drinkin' and rememberin' the times My little lover does a midnight shift She followed around all the time I guess there's just one thing a-left for me to do Gonna pack my bags and move on my way Cause I got a worried mind Sharin' what I thought was mine Gonna leave her where the guitars play I got a woman, she won't be true, no no I got a woman, wanna ball all day I got a woman, stay drunk all the time I got a little woman and she won't be true (Hey hey what can I do) I said she won't be true (Hey Hey, What can I say?) Hey hey, what can I do I got a woman, she won't be true Lord, hear what I say I got a woman, wanna ball all day Think we are gonna keep you around HAnk....Matt too.... BTW ugly rumors Dead may be coming east coast..... Fall 2015 Talk to the better half.... Road trip?

Have Dead will travel! You better bet your sweet dus we'll be there with bells on! Now about the mail order...need some splainin' Trying to work, but its not working! I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day Ever since I was a tiny boy I don't want no candy I don't need no toy I took a stick and an old coffee can I bang on that thing til I got Blisters on my hand because I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day Yes, I do I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day That's right When I get older they think I'm a fool The teacher told me I should stay after school She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands But my licks was so hot I made the teacher wanna dance And that's why I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day Hey, why not? I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day Listen to this Every day when I get home from work I feel so frustrated The boss is a jerk And I get my sticks and go out to the shed And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head Because I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day I can bang that drum I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day Hey, you wanna take a bang at it? I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day I can do this all day

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My boys band CD reviewed.... Savannah KingSavannah and The Kings - Bold & Unsteady - When Savannah King started playing music she set out as an independent solo alternative folk artist with a guitar, great voice and plenty of well written songs. Along the way she picked up three amazing band mates (Mark Bamann -lead guitar, Loren Metzger -drums and Scott Gergelis -bass) andmorphed into a front person for her band Savannah and The Kings. Their new release Bold & Unsteadyis filled with memorable melodies and King's lilting voice all framed by the band's no frills approach. Touches of jazz (courtesy of Gergelis' outstanding upright bass playing), pop, folk and indie rock meld together for a cohesive sound. No self-indulgent doodling, no gimmicks, no unnecessary window dressings among the arrangements. Highlights among the twelve tracks include the album opener "Sour Milk", "Rabbit Run", "Are You Salt?", "Let Me Go" and "Houdini". The tracks "It's Just Water" and "Fruit Tree" are standouts as well. King and her band keep a busy live calendar playing everywhere from intimate clubs to large summer venues. To see where Savannah and The Kings are performing or to purchase their new album Bold & Unsteady visit www.savannahkingmusic.com

Great review for a great band with a great bass player! Does papa bear have any musical talent?

the boy gets it from the better half's side..... btw....Rory Gallagher was amazing....just found him on SXM Deep Tracks...... Irish Stevie Ray Vaughn.....for lack of a better analogy.... recommend Irish Tour album to start with... This hotel bar is full of people, The piano man is really laying it down, The old bartender is as high as a steeple, So why tonight should I wear a frown? The joint is jumpin' all around me, And my mood is really not in style, Right now the blues flock to surround me, But I'll break out after a while. Yes I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away, I'm sailing like a driftwood, On a windy bay, On a windy bay. I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away, But I'm sailing like a driftwood, On a windy bay, On a windy bay. Why ask how I feel, Well, how does it look to you? I fell hook, line and sinker, Lost my captain and my crew. I'm standing on the landing, There's no one there but me, That's where you'll find me, Looking out on the deep blue sea. There's a song on the lips of everybody, There's a smile all around the room, There's conversation overflowing, But I sit here with the blues. This hotel bar has lost all its people, The piano man has caught the last bus home, The old bartender just collapsed in the corner, Why I'm still here, I just don't know, I don't know. I'm a million miles away, A million miles away, I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay, On a windy bay. I'm a million miles away, A million miles away, I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay, Send me away...

Checking out now, thanks for turnin me on to new/old music! Listening to Bullfrog Blues... good analogy, his hair is like Stevie too. The good guitarists die young!

Thanks, Marye - got the his and her's Let Trey Sing shirts on order....and for a great cause !!

I'm gonna need my friends to stop dying now... thanks FYI none of you have permission to leave this plane of existence anytime soon. Please make a note. Just say no to Heroin!

f there were more people like us, the world would be a happier place....

Sorry for your loss..... Come forth, from love's pyre Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire Come forth, from love's pyre In the burning, of our yearning For life to be And in pain there will (must) be gain New Life! Stirring in salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate Ride the tides of fate They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning For life to be There is no end to my life, no beginning to my death.... ....death is life...... it's the wheel HAnk..... Carpe' diem....

Thanks, silly kids just don't know when to quit. So this young man used to date this girl and I met them when I first moved to STL when I was 18. They parted ways but we all stayed friends. Then one day she decided she'd had enough and jumped off a parking garage at university of missouri stl. Today he was found dead...and not gratefully so. I've been losing my friends since I was 15. Its so weird being this young and knowing so many dead people. I love you guys and you already know I want to be an organ donor. Though I plan on going nowhere but the great outdoors. Go hug someone for me...

I know....and I miss Jerry...... Its my life's metaphor for all I've lost in my nearly 57 years....parents, friends, relatives, my own mobility for chrissakes..... Gotta be mindful kid, live in the moment, nobody guaranteed us a tomorrow... Every minute that you are aware of your surroundings, and there are loads of distractions preventing that, do something kind for someone, anyone....that way when you're gone, you will leave this earth a better place..... Cuz it's not about us......you or me....it's about US!,,,, on a grander scale..... done pontificating.....getting ready for the mines.....that's where I mainly spend my time...... peace from my pipe.....

Sorry for the losses. Light & Love be with them, Light & Love be with us all. But we're all bound to cover just a little more ground, right? Loved Trixie's interview. Looking forward to some shows. I knew there'd be more, but all the confirmation make-a-me happy. All I can say after reading these posts is Thank Great Spirit for Dead Heads and all they're kind acts of good goodness, kind kind-heartedness, and exploration into the higher realms of consciousness. I think I'm gonna go sit in the grass with flowers in my hair...I love Zep too;)

The show must go on as well. I'm OK just swimming in melancholy. I need some more loving deadhead vibes to see me through. Can we go back to the circus? It began when they come took me from my home And put me in Dead Row, Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I.. am.. not.. afraid.. to.. die. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog. The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath at my hind They are sick breath gathering at my hind I hear stories from the chamber How Christ was born into a manger And like some ragged stranger Died upon the cross And might I say, it seems so fitting in its way He was a carpenter by trade Or at least that's what I'm told Like my good hand tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist. In Heaven His throne is made of gold The ark of his Testament is stowed A throne from which I'm told All history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire And my body is on fire And God is never far away. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye So I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied. My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. 'Tis a long-suffering shackle Collaring all that devil blood. And the mercy seat is a-burning And I think my head is flowing And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all this weighing up of truth. An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And I've got nothing left to lose And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway, there was no proof And nor a motive why. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A life for a life And a tooth for a tooth And anyway there was no proof And I'm not afraid to die. Now the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is smoking And in a way I'm hoping To be done with all these looks of disbelief. A eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof. A eye for a eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth But I'm not afraid to lie. And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way I'm yearning To be done with all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth But I'm afraid I told a lie.

Matt excuse me, but...ma'am can I have this dance....? I said the joint was rocking Goin' round and round Yeah, reeling and a rocking What a crazy sound And they never stopped rocking Til the moon went down Well it sounds so sweet I had to take me chance Rose out of my seat I just had to dance Started moving my feet Whoa to clapping my hands I said the joint was a rocking Goin' round and round Yeah, reeling and a rocking What a crazy sound And they never stopped rocking Til the moon went down Yeah at twelve o'clock Yeah the place was packed Front doors was locked Yeah the place was packed And when the police knocked Those doors flew back But they kept on rocking Goin' round and round Yeah, reeling and a rocking What a crazy sound And they never stopped rocking Til the moon went down And they go on rocking Goin' round and round Yeah, reeling and a rocking What a crazy sound And they never stopped rocking Til the moon went down Well the joint stayed a rocking Goin' round and round Yeah, reeling and a rocking What a crazy sound And they never stopped rocking Til the moon went down Sorry was caught up in the moment....Holly keep on keeping on....and Matt thanks.... Life goes on....

rrrgrrr, this dance is for you... We get it on most every night When that moon is big and bright It's a supernatural delight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight Everybody here is out of sight They don't bark and they don't bite They keep things loose, they keep it tight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight Dancing in the moonlight Everybody's feeling warm and bright It's such a fine and natural sight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight We like our fun and we never fight You can't dance and stay uptight It's a supernatural delight Everybody was dancing in the moonlight Dancing in the moonlight Everybody's feeling warm and bright It's such a fine and natural sight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight We get it on most every night And when that moon is big and bright It's a supernatural delight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight Dancing in the moonlight Everybody's feeling warm and bright It's such a fine and natural sight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

....just making sure the adrenaline is still flowin'..... Take time to grieve, but don't let life pass you by while you do..... You will never get it back..... Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone. Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you. I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song, I just can't remember who to send it to. I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end. I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I'd see you again. Won't you look down upon me, Jesus, You've got to help me make a stand. You've just got to see me through another day. My body's aching and my time is at hand and I won't make it any other way. Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end. I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I'd see you again. Been walking my mind to an easy time, my back turned towards the sun. Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around. Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come. Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground. Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain. I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end. I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I'd see you baby, one more time again, now. Thought I'd see you one more time again. There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now. Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you, fire and rain, now. Let your tears water the gardens of your soul..... Reduce, reuse, recycle .....

I was done crying for now... or so I thought. So much for distraction. I can stay melancholy longer than your average person... Picked my clothes up, grabbed my suitcase Never looked back at the look on your face I just took off drivin' There's gotta be someplace I could go to Help me forget about how much I love you Maybe Dallas, San Antone, a two lane highway all alone Drivin' and a-cryin', drivin' and a-cryin' Got the radio up the petal pushed down The night wind blowin' my tears around Gotta get back where I used to be But I'm racin' with your memory Drivin' and a-cryin', drivin' and a-cryin' Sometimes in Texas ain't nothing out there A man could get lost headed for nowhere That's where I'm goin' without you At least the long nights won't desert me If I got nobody ain't nobody gonna hurt me Hello honey, it's been a long time I'm out of her life and out of my mind Drivin' and a-cryin', drivin' and a-cryin' Got the radio up the petal pushed down The night winds a-blowin' my tears around Gotta get back where I used to be But I'm racin' with your memory Drivin' and a-cryin', drivin' and a-cryin' Drivin' and a-cryin' Oh Cryin', Cryin', Cryin', Cryin'...