lkk@mit-eddie.UUCP (Larry Kolodney) (05/12/85)
New Potato Caboose by Phil Lesh and Bob Peterson 11/78
Last leaf fallen
bare earth where green was born,
Black Madonna
two eagles hang against a cloud,
Sun comes up blood red
wind yells amoung the stone,
All graceful instruments are known.
When the windows all are broken
and your love's become a toothless crone,
when the voices of the storm
sound like a crowd,
winter morning breaks, you're all alone.
The eyes are blind,
blue visions, all a seer can own,
and touching makes the flesh to cry out loud
This ground on which the seed of love is sown,
All instruments are graceful.
New Speedway Boogie by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 8/74
Please don't dominate the rap, Jack,
if you've got nothing new to say.
If you please, don't back up the track
this train's got to run today.
I spent a little time on the mountain,
I spent a little time on the hill,
I heard some say "Better run away",
others say "Better stand still".
Now I don't know, but I been told
it's hard to run with the weight of gold,
other hand I have heard it said,
it's just as hard with the weight of lead.
Who can deny, who can deny,
it's not just a change in style?
One step done and another begun
and I wonder how many miles.
I spent a little time on the mountain,
I spent a little time on the hill,
I heard some say "Better run away",
others say "Better stand still".
Now I don't know, but I been told
it's hard to run with the weight of gold,
other hand I have heard it said,
it's just as hard with the weight of lead.
Things went down we don't understand,
but I think in time we will.
Now, I don't know, but I was told
in the heat of the sun a man died of cold.
Keep on coming or stand and wait,
with the sun so dark and the hour so late.
You can overlook the lack, Jack,
of any other highway to ride.
It's got no signs or dividing lines
and very few rules to guide.
I spent a little time on the mountain,
I spent a little time on the hill,
I heard some say "Better run away",
others say "Better stand still".
Now I don't know, but I been told
it's hard to run with the weight of gold,
other hand I have heard it said,
it's just as hard with the weight of lead.
I saw things getting out of hand,
I guess they always will.
Now I don't know, but I been told
if the horse don't pull you got to carry the load.
I don't know whose back's that strong,
maybe find out before too long.
One way or another, one way or another,
one way or another, this darkness got to give.
One way or another, one way or another,
one way or another, this darkness got to give.
One way or another, one way or another,
one way or another, this darkness got to give.
Next Time You See Me by William Harvey and Earl Forest 5/75
Next time you see me things won't be the same,
next time you see me things won't be the same,
if it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame.
Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Like the good book say, you gotta reap just what you sow.
Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
you were wrong to do it woman, and another queen is on your throne.
Well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
well, you lied, cheated -- woh-oh! for so long,
you were wrong to do it woman, and another queen is on your throne.
Next time you see me things won't be the same,
next time you see me things won't be the same,
if it hurts you my darling, you only got yourself to blame.
Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Well, it's a true, true saying, all that shines is not gold.
Like the good book say, you gotta reap just what you sow.
Not Fade Away by C. Hardin and Norman Petty
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be,
you're gonna give your love to me,
I wanna love you night and day,
you know my love not fade away.
You know my love not fade away, not fade away!
My love is bigger than a cadillac,
I try to show you but you drive me back,
your love for me has got to be real,
you're gonna know just how I feel.
Our love is real, not fade away, not fade away!
One More Saturday Night by Bob Weir 1/76
I went down to the mountain, I was drinkin' some wine,
looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign,
written in fire across the heavens, plain as black and white;
Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
Everybody's dancin' down the local armory
with a basement full of dynamite and light artillery.
The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high;
come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the place is gonna fly.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news,
says "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues."
These wives, they don't get crazy, Lord, they know just what to do,
crank up that old Victrola, put on them rockin' shoes.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
When God way up in Heaven, for whatever it was worth,
thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it planet Earth.
Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes,
when the rock and roll music meets the risin' shinin' sun.
Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night,
Hey saturday night !
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Everybody gettin' right,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more saturday night.
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
Hey another Saturday night,
One more saturday, one more saturday night.
One Thing To Try by Robert Hunter
Break out your bottle, be in trouble by noon
Never get satisfaction cause ya boil too soon
Them downtown chippies know your weight to the ounce
But the harder you fall, Jack, the higher you bounce!
Stoke up your get, be ready to ride
Keep your head and your heart inside
Take it as far as you wanna go
Until we can't see the desert for the burning snow
But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark and another to bite,
The show ain't over til ya pack up at night.
Ah well, ninety-nine people all running around
Not one in a hundred got his feet on the ground,
In fact one in a thousand holding some in reserve
For when the real, true action comes around the curve.
Take care of your people, get some of them fed
Hide the ones in trouble out under your bed
Keep an eye to the future, an ear to the past
Cause after thinkin' it over, know there's nothing much lasts.
So if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark quite another to bite,
Ain't none of it over til ya pack up at night.
Don't ever let it get the best of you
Plan what you can, let the rest shine through
Just so many angles you can possibly see
Got to figure on those let the other ones be
Don't be a collector of more than you need
Got a lotta things growing but keep watching your seeds
Got to sprout in December what you planted in May
If the harvest is empty, find some other good way
But if you're in a hurry, I really go to go,
If you're in a hurry, might have to find out slow
That it's one thing to try, another to fly,
You get there quicker just a step at a time,
It's one thing to bark quite another to bite,
And none of it's over til ya pack up at night.
Operator by Ron McKernan and Robert Hunter
Operator, can you help me,
help me if you please.
Give me the right area code
and the number that I need.
My rider left upon the midnight flyer,
singin' like a summer breeze.
I think she's somewhere down South,
down about Baton Rouge,
But I can't remember no number;
a number I can use.
Directory don't have it, central done forgot it,
I've gotta find a number to use.
Try'na check out her number,
try'na run down her line.
Operator said that's priv'ledged information,
and it ain't no busines of mine.
It's floodin' down in Texas, poles are out in Utah,
gotta find a private line.
She could be hangin' 'round a steel mill,
workin' in a house of few lights.
Ridin' a getaway bus out of Portland,
talkin' to the night.
I don't know where she's goin', I don't care where she's been,
long as she's been doin' it right.
Long as she's been doin' it right.
Passenger by Phil Lesh and Peter Monk
Firefly, can you see me
Shine on glowing, brief and brightly
Could you imagine one summer day
That same night be on your way
Do you remember, hearts were too cold
Seasons have frozen us into our souls
People saying the whole world is burning
Ashes have scattered too far to return them
Upside out, inside down
False alarm, the only game in town
No man's land, the only game in town
Terrible, the only game in town
Passenger, don't you hear me
Destination seen unclearly
What is a man deep down inside
But a raging beast with nothing to hide
Upside out, inside down
False alarm, the only game in town
No man's land, the only game in town
Terrible, the only game in town
Peggy-O traditional, arranged by the Grateful Dead 11/78
As we rowed up to Fennario,
as we rowed up to Fennario,
Our captain fell in love
with a lady like a dove
and he called her by name, Pretty Peggy-O.
Come steppin' down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come steppin' down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come steppin' down the stairs, holding back your yellow hair
In the hand ??? ??? , William-O.
Will you marry me Pretty Peggy-O?
Will you marry me Pretty Peggy-O?
If you will marry me, I will set your cities free
and free all the people of the area-O.
I would marry you sweet William-O,
I would marry you sweet William-O,
I would marry you but your guineas are too few,
and I fear my mama would be angry-O.
What would your mama think Pretty Peggy-O
What would your mama think Pretty Peggy-O
What would your mama think if she heard my guineas clink
saw me riding at the head of my soldiers-O.
If ever I return Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn
Destroy all the people in the area-O.
Come steppin' down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come steppin' down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come steppin' down the stairs, holding back your yellow hair
Bid a last farewell to your William-O.
Sweet William he is dead Pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead Pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead and he died for a maid
and he spent the loot he had in the country-O.
As we rowed up to Fennario,
as we rowed up to Fennario,
Our captain fell in love
with a lady like a dove
and he called her by name, Pretty Peggy-O.
Playing in the Band by Bob Weir and Robert Hunter 4/75
Some folks trust in reason
others trust in might,
I don't trust in nothing
but I know it come out right.
Say it once again now
woah--I hope you understand
when it's done and over,
a man is just a man.
Playin', playin' in the band
daybreak--daybreak on the land.
Some folks look for answers
others look for fights,
some folks up in treetops
just a looking for their kites.
But I can tell your future
just look what's in your hand,
but I can't stop for nothing
I'm just playing in the band.
Playin', playin' in the band
daybreak--daybreak on the land.
Standing on a tower
world at my command
you just keep a turnin'
while I'm playing in the band.
And if a man among you
got no sin upon his hand
let him cast a stone at me
for playing in the band.
Playin', playin' in the band
daybreak--daybreak on the land.
Pride of Cucamonga by Phil Lesh and Bob Peterson 10/76
Out on the edge of an empty highway,
howling at the blood on the moon,
a diesel mac comes rolling down my way,
I can't hit that border too soon.
Running hard out of muskrat flats,
it was sixty days or doubled life,
hail on my back like a shotgun blast,
high wind chimes in the night.
Woh-oh the Pride of Cucamonga,
Woh-oh bitter olives in the sun,
Woh-oh I had me some lovin',
and I done some time.
Since I came down from Oregon,
there's a lesson or two I've learned
by standing in the road alone,
standing watching the fires burn.
The northern sky it stinks with greed,
you can smell it heavy for miles around,
the good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel,
sitting doing that git on down.
Woh-oh the Pride of Cucamonga,
Woh-oh silver apples in the sun,
Woh-oh I had me some lovin',
and I done some time.
I see your silver shining town,
but I know I can't go there--
your streets run deep with poisoned wine,
your doorways crawl with fear.
So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at,
where the weed grows green and fine,
and wrap myself around a bush of that bright
Woh-oh Oaxaca vine.
Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga,
I can see golden forests in the sun,
Woh-oh I had myself another,
and I done some time,
and I done some time,
and I done some time.
Promised Land by Chuck Berry 6/75
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh,
and on across Caroline.
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
and we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
Had more trouble it turned into a struggle,
half way 'cross Alabam,
the 'hound broke down left us all stranded
in downtown Birmingham.
Straight off bought me a through train ticket,
right across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
People are there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.
Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit,
put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte,
flying over to the Golden State;
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten oh nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.
Race is On by ? 10/75
I feel tears welling up from down deep inside,
like my heart's gotta be free,
instead of lonliness 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,
Well, I'll wager that I'll hide in sorrow and
I might lay right down and ball.
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 out 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.
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.
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 out of the running,
true love scratched for another's sake,
the race is on and it looks like heartaches,
and the winner loses all.
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 out of the running,
true love scratched for another's sake,
the race is on and it looks like heartaches,
and the winner loses all.
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larry kolodney (The Devil's Advocate)
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