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jewdown	posted on 04-14-2001 @ 12:46 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	"Help on the Way" Hunter/Garcia Paradise waits On the crest of a wave Her angels in flame She has no pain Like a child she is pure She is not to blame Poised for flight Wing spread Bright spring from Night into the sun Don't stop to run She can fly like a lie she can't be outdone Tell me the cost I can pay Let me go Tell me love is not lost Sell everything Without love day to day Insanity is king I will pay day to day anyway lock bolt and key Crippled but free I was blind all the time I was learning to see Help on the way Well, I know only this I've got to today Don't fly away Cause I love what I love and I want it that way I will stay one more day Like I say, honey it's you making it too without love in the dream it'll never come true This message was edited by jewdown on 4-14-01 @ 12:52 PM
mckinks	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 5:53 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Tennessee Jed Cold iron shackles, ball and chain, Listen to the whistle of the evenin' train. You know you bound to wind up dead, If you don't head back to Tennessee Jed. Rich man step on my poor head, When you get back you better butter my bread. Well, do you know it's like I said, You better head back to Tennessee Jed. Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be, Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee. Drink all day and rock all night, The law come to get you if you don't walk right Got a letter this morning, baby all it read, You better head back to Tennessee Jed. I dropped four flights and cracked my spine, Honey, come quick with the iodine, Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed Then you head back to Tennessee Jed. Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be, Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee. I run into Charlie Fog, Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog, My doggie turned to me and he said, Let's head back to Tennessee Jed. I woke up a felin' mean, Went down to play the slot machine, The wheels turned around, and the letters read, You better head back to Tennessee Jed. Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain't no place I'd rather be, Baby won't you carry me back to Tennessee DEAD CATS DON'T SCRATCH!!
Mi1o Yambag	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 10:52 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	St. Stephen Saint Stephen with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen prosper in his time Well he may and he may decline Did it matter? does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket hanging clear to hell Hell halfway twixt now and then Stephen fill it up and lower down And lower down again Lady finger dipped in moonlight Writing `what for?' across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned Several seasons with their treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills One man gathers what another man spills Saint Stephen will remain All he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and the foam Been here so long he's got to calling it home Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman Spinning that curious sense of your own Can you answer? Yes I can, but what would be the answer to the answer man? Smoke Weed Everyday My adopted junior yambag is Ants in My Pants
Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be.	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 8:41 AM
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00	Throwing Stones Barlow/Weir Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinnin free, Dizzy with eternity. Paint it with a skin of sky, Brush in some clouds and sea, Call it home for you and me. A peaceful place or so it looks from space, A closer look reveals the human race. Full of hope, full of grace Is the human face, But afraid we may lay our home to waste. There's a fear down here we can't forget. Hasn't got a name just yet. Always awake, always around, Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down. Ashes, ashes, all fall down. Now watch as the ball revolves And the nighttime falls. Again the hunt begins, Again the bloodwind calls. By and by, the morning sun will rise, But the darkness never goes From some men's eyes. It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets, Staking turf, dividing up meat. Nightmare spook, piece of heat, It's you and me. You and me. Click flash blade in Ghetto night, Rudies looking for a fight. Rat cat alley, roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones. And the politicians throwin' stones, Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down. Ashes, ashes, all fall down. Commissars and pin-stripe bosses Roll the dice. Any way they fall, Guess who gets to pay the price. Money green or proletarian gray, Selling guns 'stead of food today. So the kids they dance And shake their bones, And the politicians throwin' stones, Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down. Ashes, ashes, all fall down. Heartless powers try to tell us What to think. If the spirit's sleeping, Then the flesh is ink. History's page will thus be carved in stone. THE FUTURE'S HERE, WE ARE IT, WE ARE ON OUR OWN. On our own. On our own. On our own. If the game is lost, Then we're all the same. No one left to place or take the blame. We can leave this place and empty stone Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home. So the kids they dance And shake their bones, And the politicians throwin' stones, Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down. Ashes, ashes, all fall down. Shipping powders back and forth, Singing black goes south and white comes north. In a whole world full of petty wars, Singing I got mine and you got yours. And the current fashion sets the pace, Lose your step, fall out of grace. And the radical, he rant and rage, Singing someone's got to turn the page. And the rich man in his summer home, Singing just leave well enough alone. But his pants are down, his cover's blown... And the politicians throwin' stones, So the kids they dance And shake their bones, And it's all too clear we're on our own. Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down. Ashes, ashes, all fall down. Picture a bright blue ball, Just spinnin', spinnin, free. Dizzy with the possibilities. Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
mckinks	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 9:48 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Box of Rain Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day. Maybe the sun is shining, birds are singing, No rain is falling 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 waiting to meet you. What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping? The please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming 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 going 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, 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 tour hair; Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there. DEAD CATS DON'T SCRATCH!!
danked Dankarella!	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 3:57 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	Deal Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Jerry Garcia Since it costs a lot to win And even more to lose You and me bound to spend some time Wondering what to choose Goes to show, you don't ever know Watch each card you pay and pay it slow Wait until that deal come round Don't you let that deal go down, no, no I've been gambling here abouts For ten good solid years If I told you all that went down It would burn off both your ear Goes to show, you don't ever know Watch each card you pay and pay it slow Wait until that deal come round Don't you let that deal go down, no, no Since you poured the wine for me And tightened up my shoes I hate to see you sitting there Composing lonesome blues Wait until that deal come round Don't you let that deal go down
Kim	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 4:24 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Attics of My Life In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. When there was no strings to play, you played to me. In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood. Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed. When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
Kwyjibo	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 5:19 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	A favorite of mine to close out the Help on the Way. Franklin's Tower In another time's forgotten space your eyes looked through your mother's face Wildflower seed on the sand and stone may the four winds blow you safely home Roll away ... the dew Roll away... the dew Roll away... the dew Roll away... the dew You ask me where the four winds dwell In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn night to day Ring like fire when you lose your way Roll away... the dew . . . God help the child who rings that bell It may have one good ring left, you can't tell One watch by night, one watch by day If you get confused just listen to the music play Roll away... the dew . . . Some come to laugh their past away Some come to make it just one more day Whichever way your pleasure tends if you plant ice you're gonna harvest wind Roll away... the dew . . . In Franklin's Tower the four winds sleep Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed in the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again Roll away... the dew Roll away... the dew Roll away... the dew Roll away... the dew You better roll away the dew Kwyjibo "Hey Booboo, you think there's any beer in that picinic basket" "But Yogi I don't think the forest ranger will like that." "F--- the forest ranger Booboo, he don't know jacksh--!" Thanks to PanterA for the sigpic
danked Dankarella!	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 5:47 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00	The Other One Lyrics: Bob Weir/Bill Kreutzmann Music: Bob Weir/Bill Kreutzmann Spanish lady come to me, she lays on me this rose Rainbow spirals round and round, it trembles and explodes It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away But the heat came round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day Coming, coming, coming around Coming around, coming around, in a circle Coming, coming, coming around Coming around, coming around, in a circle Escaping through the lily fields, I came across an empty space It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its place The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land
jewdown	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 6:59 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	"The Music Never Stopped" Weir/Barlow There's mosquitos on the river Fish are rising up like birds It's been hot for seven weeks now Too hot to even speak now Did you hear what I just heard Say it might have been a fiddle Or it could have been the wind I can feel it in my feet now Listen hear it comes again There's a band out on the highway They're high steppin into town They're a rainbow full of sound It's fireworks calliopes and clowns Everybody's dancin C'mon children, C'mon children Come on clapyour hands Sun went down in honey Moon came up in wine Stars were spinnin dizzy, Lord The band kept us so busy We forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jahova's favorite choir People join in hand in hand While the music plays the band, Lord They're settin us on fire Crazy rooster crowin midnight Balls of lightnin roll along Old men sing about their dreams Women laugh and children scream And the band keeps playin on Keep on dancin thru the daylight Greet the mornin air with song No one noticed, but the band's all packed and gone Was it even here at all But they keep on dancin C'mon children, C'mon children Come on clap your hands Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday And the corn's a bumper crop The fields are full of dancin Full of singin and romancin, cause The music never stopped.

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