lkk@mit-eddie.UUCP (Larry Kolodney) (05/12/85)
Black Throated Wind by Bob Weir and John Barlow 1/76 Bringing me down, I'm running aground, blind in the lights of the interstate cars, passing me by, the buses and semis, plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars. But I'm here by the road, bound to the load that I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up, the highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars. Black throated wind, keeps on hurryin' with it's words of a life where nothing is new, another American night, across from the light, woh-oh I'm drownin' in you. I left Saint Louie, the city of blues, in the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end, cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met. But I can't deny, woh the time has gone by, when I ever had doubts or thoughts of regret, And I was a man when all this began who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. Black throated wind, whisperin' sin and speaking of life that passes like dew. It's forced me to see you've done better by me, better by me than I've done by you. Now what's to be found in racing around, ya carry your pain wherever you go, full of the blues, and tryin' to lose, you ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know. So I give you my eyes and all of their lies, please help them to learn as well as to see. And capture a glance, woh and make a dance of lookin at you looking at me. Black throated wind, keeps on hurryin' with it's words of a life that could almost be true, another American night, here comes a life. I'm turning around that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. I'm turning around that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. Cause you've done better by me than I've done by you, woh-oh drowning in you woh-oh I'm drowning in you Yes I'm going back home that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. Blues for Allah by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter Arabian wind The needle's eye is thin The ships of state sail on mirage and drown in sand Out in no-man's land Where Allah does command. What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a thing; "Taste eternity" the swords sing: Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah. They lie where they fall There's nothing more to say The desert stars are bright tonight let's meet as friends The Flower of Islam The Fruit of Abraham The thousand stories have Come round to one again, Arabian night Our gods pursue their fight, What fatal flowers of darkness bloom from seeds of light. Bird of Paradise fly in white sky Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah Let's see with our heart These things our eyes have seen, and know the truth must still lie somewhere in between. Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue Bird of Paradise fly in white sky Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah Bondi Pier Traditional, arranged by extra stout ale I was down by Bondi Pier, Drinkin tubes of ice cold beer, With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee, When I swallowed the last prawn, I had a technicolor yawn, And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea. Drink it up, drink it up, Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me, If you want to throw your voice, Mate you won't have any choice, But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea. I was sittin in the surf, When a mate of mine called Murf, Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me, The bastard barely swallowed it, When he went for the big spit, And he chundered in the old Pacific Sea. Drink it up, drink it up, Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me, If you want to throw your voice, Mate you won't have any choice, But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea. I've had liquid laughs in bars, And I've hurled from moving cars, And I've chuckled when and where it suited me, But if I could choose the spot, To regurgitate me lot, Then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea.. Drink it up, drink it up, Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me, If you want to throw your voice, Mate you won't have any choice, But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea. Born Cross Eyed by Bob Weir 6/76 Seems I have been here before fuzzy then and still so obscure, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye And I don't want to see anybody cry meet me some moment in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. Song comin' on so pleasin' to see, come and gone, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye you don't have to tell me why meet me some moment in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. It ain't cause I'm the only one left darlin' 'bout the time the sun rises west, feelin' groovy, lookin' fine. Think I'll come back here again every now and then, come time to try. My how lovely you are, the war game has gone much too far seems to me, do your thing to me, meet me some moment in the sweet by and by, by and by, by and by. Box of Rain by Phil Lesh and Robert Hunter 8/74 Look out of any window, Any morning, any evening, any day. Maybe the sun is shining, Birds are winging, no rain is fallin' from a heavy sky. What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago. Walk out of any doorway, Feel your way, feel your way like the day before. Maybe you'll find direction Around some corner where it's been waitin' to meet you. What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you're sleepin'? Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreamin' too. Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day. Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while goin' home. What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago. Walk into splintered sunlight, Inch your way through dead dreams to another land. Maybe you're tired and broken, Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear. What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through. Just a box of rain, wind and water, Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on. Sun and shower, wind and rain, In and out the window like a moth before a flame. And it's just a box of rain; I don't know who put it there; Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare. And it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair; Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there. Brokedown Palace by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 4/75 Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one. All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone. Goin' to leave this brokedown palace, on my hands and my knees I will roll, roll, roll. Make myself a bed by the waterside, in my time, in my time I will roll, roll, roll. In a bed, in a bed, by the waterside I will lay my head. Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul. River goin' to take me, sing me sweet and sleepy, sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home. It's a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago. Mama, mama many worlds I've come since I first left home. Goin' home, goin' home, by the riverside I will lay my bones, listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul. Going to plant a weepin' willow; on the bank's green edge it will grow, grow, grow. Sings a lullaby beside the water, lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll. Fare you well, fare you well, I love you more than words can tell, listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul. Doo doot doo doo doo doot doo, doo doot doo doo doot doo doot doo. Doo doot doo, doo doot doo, doo doot doo doot doo doo doot doo doot doo. Brown Eyed Women by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 1/76 Gone are the days when the ox fall down Take up the yoke and plow the fields around Gone are the days when the ladies said please Gen'ral Jack Jones won't you come to me. Brown eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on. 1920 when he steped to the bar drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar, 1930 when the wall caved in he made his way selling red eyed gin. Brown eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on. Delilah Jones was the mother of twins Two times over and the rest was sins Raised eight boys, only I turned bad Didn't get the lickin's that the other ones had. Brown eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on. Tumble down shack in Big Foot County Snowed so hard that the roof caved in Delilah Jones went to meet her god And the old man never was the same again. Daddy made whiskey and he made it well Cost two dollars and burned like hell I cut hickory just to fire the still Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill. Brown eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on. Gone are the days when the ox fall down You take up the yoke and plow the fields around Gone are the days when the ladies said please Gen'ral Jack Jones won't you come to me. Brown eyed women and red grenadine The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down And it looks like the old man's getting on And it looks like the old man's getting on. Candyman by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 8/74 Come all you pretty women with your hair a hanging down Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town. Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones, Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home. Look out, look out the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again. Pretty lady ain't got no friend til the Candyman comes around again, around again. I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis be one less man alive. Good morning, Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well, if I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell. Look out, look out the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again. Pretty lady ain't got no friend til the Candyman comes around again, around again. Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round, won't you tell ev'rybody you meet that the Candyman's in town. Look out, look out the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again. Pretty lady ain't got no friend til the Candyman comes around again, around again. Casey Jones by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 8/74 Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed, trouble ahead, trouble behind and you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time leaves Central Station bout a quarter to nine hits River Junction at seventeen to at a quarter to ten you know it's travelin' again. Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed, trouble ahead, trouble behind and you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble ahead ...oh lady in red take my advice, you'd be better off dead switchman sleeping, train a hundred and two is on the wrong track and headed for you, Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed, trouble ahead, trouble behind and you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble with you is the trouble with me got two good eyes but ya still don't see, comin' round the bend, you know it's the end though the fireman screams and the engine just gleems, Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you better watch your speed, trouble ahead, trouble behind and you know that notion just crossed my mind. Cassidy by Bob Weir and John Barlow 4/77 I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream. Oh, child of countless dreams Oh, child of boundless scenes. What you are, what you are meant to be Speaks his name for you were born to me Born to me, Cassidy. Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac I can tell by the way his smile is rolling back Come watch the nighttime cling, Come grow the scorched ground green. Blow the horn, tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy. Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart, There he goes, now here she starts, I hear her cry. Fly like the seabirds, Scattered like lost words, Wheel to the storm and fly. Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine. Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine. Catfish John by Bob McDill and Allen Reynolds Mama said, "Don't go near that river, don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come the morning I'd always be there walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. Take me back to another morning To a time so long ago When the sweet magnolia blossomed Cotton fields as white as snow. Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend. Mama said, "Don't go near that river, don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come the morning I'd always be there walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg Traded for a chesnut mare, Lord, he never spoke in anger though his load was hard to bear. Mama said, "Don't go near that river, don't be hanging around old Catfish John." Come the morning I'd always be there walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn, walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. China Cat Sunflower by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 3/75 Look for a while at the China Cat sunflower Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun. Copperdome bodhi, drip a silver kimmona like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind. Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandana Like a one-eyed Cheshire Like a diamond-eyed jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden-stringed fiddle To a double-E waterfall over my back. Comic book colors on a violin river Cryin' Leonardo words from out a silk trombone. I rang a silent bell Beneath a shower of pearls In the eagle-wing palace of the Queen Chinee. China Doll by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter 1/76 A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring, tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing. Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground, all I leave behind me is only what I found. If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play, stranger ones have come by here before they flew away. I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny, I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die. Take up your china doll, take up your china doll, it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall. La-la-la-la-la-la-la. ------- -- larry kolodney (The Devil's Advocate) UUCP: ...{ihnp4, decvax!genrad}!mit-eddie!lkk ARPA: lkk@mit-mc