“Rick Danko on bass looked like he could swing Coit Tower” Ralph J. Gleason
Written by Robbie Robertson and originally...
And The Band Played...
‘They should never have taken the very best’ Uttered beneath my breath for the departed alone to hear, Should the sound be made living passing souls would be lost, So, to myself, and my friend further on up the road from here, Take my love along for the ride until the Acadian valley is crossed/ Push the pedal to the fore, and I will listen as many more before, Hold his bird’s...
Other Side of the Street
You look for the one who would cross the road to have a better idea, Seeking a smile from the one who you’ve not seen again since, And you wouldn’t step out to find her alone, that’s always been clear, There’s cowardice in you, a mutter to make any normal man wince So you stand atop in the watchtower, aloft to escape from fear Still, you can pass your eyes over a world that you find too...
The Mountain Pass
Let your voice ring across the mountain for no one else will listen Let your words echo against the sky for there’s nothing left within Bring yourself to the peak of the pass and look off into the horizon Take yourself to the heaven’s heights to the clouds you sleep upon Rest your weary eyes above the earth that rises to meet you In peace you’ll find solace that has been waiting to greet you/ When...
Bluebell, young Bluebell You’ve innocence yet to sell Sweet youth and longing So long since knowing Little Martha, my dear Through days in fear You’ll know it as joy Once grown and alone The Rose to a thorn And a life it will scorn You must mourn the past Or it shall never last In Lola there was green Preservation so clean Tarnished in those years The thought burns in tears An ode to the...
Kiss me goodnight please Let your face be the last I see Stroke my young cheek So I can sleep softly Do you remember when I used to insist on your love? Do I remind you of a boy When I ask for a hug? If you weren’t there for me Then I wasn’t there at all, You never left the side of me I stood by when you were tall Can you see your little son Now grown past your height? Do my eyes still seem...
This will be the final letter I send before I can’t reach you anymore You’ve given me consolation with hope when the bottom found me Once this is all over I’ll return to find you as I do in the dream I love for You’ll lay your eyes upon the man who left and it will be love you see He saw you above him when the night grew too long to sleep through You were with him when each dawn was the same pain...
Many Thanks, The Dead
And I hear the sounds of Grateful Dead running through my head Their voices calling me down into the feathers of my sleeping bed And I wonder for the crown on the throne, above which I bled The privilege of royalty enshrined in the trough where I fed Stop, stop again, there’s too much in what’s being said Think, think again, and grab hold of the fleeing thread Blue floors and wasted white...
In the valley we stand searching to gaze upon Between the green slopes looking to find the one Beside the river flowing guiding us to the source With the wind blowing the trees to mark our course Deep into the rock built high into the changing earth Through the caves dug to allow her a natural birth Where the dust can be seen in the light shaft Journey’s torch hovers to take us fore and aft Once...