lkk@mit-eddie.UUCP (Larry Kolodney) (05/12/85)
Turn On Your Love Light by D.Malone,J.Scott 4/75
Without a warning you broke my heart,
takin' it baby, tore it apart
and you left me standin' in the dark
said your love for me was dyin'.
Come on baby, baby please
come on baby, cause I'm on my knees,
turn on your lights
let it shine on me
shine on your love light
let it shine on me
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
When I get lonely in the middle of the night
and I need you darlin' to make things allright
So come on baby, baby please
and I'm beggin' you baby cause I'm on my knees,
tunr on your lights
let it shine on me
turn on your love light
let it shine on me
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Without a warning you broke my heart
takin' it baby tore it apart,
and you left me standin' in the dark
shine your love for me was dark.
Come on baby, baby please
I'm beggin' you baby I'm on my knees,
shine on your lights
let it shine on me
turn on your love light
let it shine on me
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Two Souls in Communion by ??? 5/75
What are they seeing,
when they look in each other's eyes?
What are they feeling,
when they see each other smile?
Is it love, I don't know--
or an emotion that I've outgrown?
Did I take a wrong turn-in on life's winding road?
Won't somebody help me find the right way to go?
My life needs some correction,
alteration and direction,
won't somebody stand by me--
yes, I'm lost,
yes, I'm lost,
yes, I'm lost.
What is the secret of this time of mine?
Two souls in communion, both body and mind.
Is it special magic, or just the nature of things?
Come see the great spirit, not for beggars but for kings.
You who have found it please help me along,
I'm a man, I'm a man,--I'm not made out of stone.
My needs they are simple, I don't want anything,
but I surely want to fly on those wings, on the run, one more time.
All I wanna do, fly up, fly home,
Fly on those wings of love, fly up, fly home,
I'm a staying in your town, fly up, fly home,
Help me somebody please! Fly up, fly home.
I wake up early in the morning, fly up, fly home,
you know I never saw you babe, fly up, fly home.
I just can't seem to understand,
can't seem to understand what's wrong, fly up, fly home.
What I wanna do is take a little ride with you,
on the wings of love,
woh-oh one more time,
one more time.
Unbroken Chain by Phil Lesh and Bob Peterson 10/76
Blue light rain,
well unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces
in an empty window pane.
Listening for the secret,
searching for the sound
But I could only hear the preacher
and the baying of his hounds.
Willow sky, woh,
I walk and wonder why,
They say love your brother,
but you will catch it when you try.
Roll you down the line poor boy,
drop you for a loss,
Ride you out on the cold railroad
and nail you to a cross.
November and more,
as I wait for the score,
They're telling me forgiveness
is the key to every door.
A slow winter day
a night like forever
sink like a stone,
float like the feather.
Lilac rain, unbroken chain
Song of the Saw-Whet owl.
Out on a mountain, it'll drive you insane
Listening to the winds howl.
Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls,
Unbroken chain of sky and sea.
Unbroken chain of the western wind,
Unbroken chain of you and me.
Uncle John's Band by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 8/74
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.
Woh-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?
Woh-oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?
Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs, 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 know.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Woh-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.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?
Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the risin' tide.
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
Woh-oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?
Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about here beside the risin' tide.
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
U.S. Blues by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 10/76
Red and white, blue suede shoes,
I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Give me five, I'm still alive.
Ain't no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change.
Stays seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag,
Rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.
I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am;
Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand
Of P. T. Barnum and Charlie Chann.
Shine your shoes, light the fuse.
Can you use them old U.S. Blues?
I'll drink ya health, share ya wealth,
Run ya life, steal ya wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.
Back to back chicken shack.
Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose,
You can call this all the United States Blues.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.
Summertime done come and gone, my, oh, my.
Walk in the Sunshine by Bob Weir and John Barlow
Look out cause here comes some free advice.
Walk in the sunshine, watch for the bright sun,
be all those things you're able to be.
You got to listen to the heavens,
you got to try and understand,
the greatness of their movement
is just as small as it is grand.
Try not to hurry, it's just not your worry.
Leave it to those all caught up in time.
You got to deep-six your wristwatch,
you got to try and understand,
the time it seems to capture
is just the movement of its hands.
I ain't preachin', I don't know
how to make fast things move along slow,
I can't stop it, can't make it go.
Just cause I say it, that don't mean that it's so, no, no,
watch what you hear now, make sure it's clear now,
just cause it's said that don't mean that it's true.
So all we say:
You got to make a revolution,
you got to help me with my cause,
you got to burn down all the buildings,
you got to throw out all the laws.
I ain't burning, Lord, I'm still only learning
how to become a man of my own.
I ain't crazy, nor am I lazy,
just want to find out what's right and what's wrong.
I ain't crazy, oh! the world keeps on turning,
I'm still trying to find out what's right and what's wrong.
I ain't crazy!
Weather Report Suite (Part I) by Weir, Andersen, and Weir
Winter rain, now tell me why,
Summers fade, and roses die.
The answer came; the wind and rain.
Golden hills, now veiled in grey,
Summer leaves have blown away.
Now what remains? The wind and rain.
And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
Flowing,
Flowing 'til the waters all are dry,
Growing,
The loving in her eyes.
Circle songs and sands of time,
and seasons will end in tumbled rhyme,
and little change, the wind and rain.
And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings,
Knowing,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky,
Flowing,
Flowing 'til the rivers all are dry,
Growing,
The loving in her eyes.
Winter grey and falling rain,
We'll see summer come again,
Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
Same old friends the wind and rain (we'll see summer bye and bye).
Winter grey and falling rain,
Summers fade and roses die,
You'll see summer come again,
Like a song that's born to soar the sky.
Weather Report Suite (Part II) by Bob Weir and John Barlow
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds,
Silver beads, pass into the sea.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter,
She's brown as the bank where she kneals down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow,
greatly grow,
wide and clear.
Round and round, the cut of the plough in the furrowed field,
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plough ever knowing
that the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow,
Let it grow,
Greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am!"
"I am! I am! I am."
So it goes, we make what we made since the world began.
Nothing more, love of the women, work of man.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down
as we rise and fall.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
and the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting "I am!"
"I am! I am! I am."
Wharf Rat by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 8/75
Old man down
way down down,
down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty,
asking for a dime,
a dime for a cup of coffee,
I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story.
My name is August West,
and I love my Pearly Baker best.
More than my wine,
more than my wine--
more than my maker,
though he's no friend of mine.
Everyone saying
I've come to no good
I knew I would--Pearly, believe them.
Half of my life,
I spent doing time for some other fucker's crime,
the other half found me stumbling round drunk on burgundy wine.
But I'll get back on my feet someday,
The good Lord willing, if he says I may.
I know that the life I'm livin's no good,
I'll get a new start, lead the life I should.
I'll get up and fly away,
I'll get up and fly away,
fly away.
Pearly's been true,
true to me, true to my dying days,
I said to him,
I said to him, I'm sure she's been
I said to him, I'm sure she's been true to you.
Got up and wandered,
wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around.
I gotta girl,
named Bonnie Lee,
I know that girl's been true to me.
I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me.
What's Become of the Baby? by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter
Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow-wing singing birds fly 'round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on horses draw up the dawn
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
Songbirds frozen in their flight
Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Dawning answer comes there none.
Go to sleep you child dream of never-ending always
Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn,
But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn?
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
Racing in rhythms of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman
Allah, where are you now?
All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters
Scheherazade gathering stories to tell
>From primal gold fantasy petals that fold,
But where is the child who played with the sunshines?
And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?
"Standing stream" cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of
shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead.
The Wheel by Jerry Garcia, Bill Kreutzmann, and Robert Hunter
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
you can't let go and you can't hold on,
you can't go back and you can't stand still,
if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Round, round robin run round, gotta get back where you belong,
little bit harder, just a little bit more,
a little bit harder than ya gone before.
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
you can't let go and you can't hold on,
you can't go back and you can't stand still,
if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.
Small wheel turnin' by the fire in the rod,
big wheel turn by the grace of God,
every time that wheel turn round,
bound to cover just a little more ground.
The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
you can't let go and you can't hold on,
you can't go back and you can't stand still,
if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Yellow Moon by Robert Hunter
Anxious hope and thoughts of love
will never let me down, not let me go
Inside, my heart's a cage of ice
Loved and lost, still toss the lonely dice
I burned the whole night long
my thoughts were never far from you
Love that locks and binds must die
But when it dies a part of you dies too.
Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
sits you right back down where you belong.
I don't fit my hat sometimes, I get so full of clouds
Every time I pass your door I hear you cry out loud
Sometimes I look the same to you as you have looked to me
My eyes get filled so full of stars, I don't know when I leave
Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
sits you right back down where you belong.
Love is like the April rain that makes the harvest grow
And when it grows it's like the summer gold
Love is like the coloured leaves that drift down from the trees
One by one til every tale is told
Now if I go a dancing out across the yellow moon
I'll be home by morning if it doesn't come too soon
If you seek protection go and find a safer man
And if he can't give you what you want then come on by again.
Priestess of the sun and moon and goddess of the wind
You know too much to ever lose and not enough to win
Though you built your house upon the rock and not upon the sand
You're still looking out your window for another travelin' man.
Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying,
trying to become the heart of home.
Love, love, love, it picks you up and spins you round,
sits you right back down where you belong.
You Win Again by Hank Williams
The news is out,
all over town
that you've been seen,
out runnin' round.
I know that I
should leave, but then
I just can't go,
You win again.
This heart of mine,
could never see
what everybody knows but me.
Just trustin' you
was my great sin,
I just can't go, Lord
You win again.
This heart of mine,
could never see
what everybody knows but me.
Just trustin' you
was my great sin,
I just can't go, Lord
You win again.
This heart of mine,
could never see
what everybody--body knows but me.
Just trustin' you
was my great sin,
I just can't go, Lord
You win again.
What can I do, Lord
You win again.
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larry kolodney (The Devil's Advocate)
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