December 2012
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November 2012
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“Rick Danko on bass looked like he could swing Coit Tower”
Ralph J. Gleason
October 2012
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Written by Robbie Robertson and originally...
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July 2012
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June 2012
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April 2012
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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...
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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...
March 2012
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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...
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Bluebell
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...
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Stay
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...
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Last Letter
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...
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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...
February 2012
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Eskdale Valley
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...
November 2011
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