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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.
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-- 
larry kolodney (The Devil's Advocate)

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