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| Raven Portugal | posted on 09-01-2001 @ 10:51 PM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01  | .. well it has passed and I f'n forgot the day I was gonna post this. RIP Jerry  An Elegy for Jerry By Robert Hunter Jerry, my friend, you've done it again, even in your silence the familiar pressure comes to bear, demanding I pull words from the air with only this morning and part of the afternoon to compose an ode worthy of one so particular about every turn of phrase, demanding it hit home in a thousand ways before making it his own, and this I can't do alone. Now that the singer is gone, where shall I go for the song? Without your melody and taste to lend an attitude of grace a lyric is an orphan thing, a hive with neither honey's taste nor power to truly sting. What choice have I but to dare and call your muse who thought to rest out of the thin blue air, that out of the field of shared time, a line or two might chance to shine -- As ever when we called, in hope if not in words, the muse descends. How should she desert us now? Scars of battle n her brow, bedraggled feathers on her wings and yet she sings, she sings! May she bear thee to thy rest, the ancient bower of flowers beyond the solitude of days, the tyranny of hours -- the wreath of shining laurel lie upon your shaggy head, bestowing power to play the lyre to legions of the dead. If some part of that music is heard in deepest dream, or on some breeze of Summer a snatch of golden theme, we'll know you live inside us with love that never parts our good old Jack O' Diamonds become the King of Hearts. I feel your silent laughter at sentiments so bold that dare to step across the line to tell what must be told, so I'll just say I love you which I never said before and let it go at that old friend, the rest you may ignore. August 11, 1995 if need E-Mail Me I have always been on the outside looking in and I have always prevailed. I will wage a war that will leave men broken and battered. Many perceive me as having no hope my victory will be an upset. But hope and perception have never ruled my life. Quote the Raven, nevermore." | ||||
| Raven Portugal | posted on 09-01-2001 @ 10:55 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | A few of my Fav songs too: "Black Muddy River" Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. When the last rose of summer pricks my finger And the hot sun chills me to the bone When I can't hear the song for the singer And I can't tell my pillow from a stone I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain And the stars start to splatter in the sky When the moon splits the southwest horizon With the scream of an eagle on the fly I will walk alone by the black muddy river And listen to the ripples as they moan I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own Black muddy river Roll on forever I don't care how deep or wide If you got another side Roll muddy river Roll muddy river Black muddy river roll When it seems like the night will last forever And there's nothing left to do but count the years When the strings of my heart start to sever And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears I will walk alone by the black muddy river And dream me a dream of my own I will walk alone by the black muddy river And sing me a song of my own And sing me a song of my own ------------------------ "So Many Roads" Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission Thought I heard a blackbird singin' up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine and I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle moanin' sweet & low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokomo Whinin' boy -- got no place else to go So many roads I tell you So many roads I know So many roads -- so many roads -- Mountain high, river wide So many roads to ride So many roads So many roads Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't -- who else will?" from over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine, the rain refuse to fall and you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside & the wind outside Tangled in the window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? So many roads I tell you New York to San Francisco All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know So many roads - So many roads From the land of the midnight sun where ice blue roses grow 'long those roads of gold and silver snow Howlin' wide or moanin low So many roads I know So many roads to ease my soul ---------------- "Broke-down Palace" Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. Fare you well my honey Fare you well my only true one All the birds that were singing Have flown except you alone Goin to leave this Broke-down 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 gonna take me Sing me sweet and sleepy Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back 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 waterside I will rest my bones Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul Goin to plant a weeping willow On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow Sing 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 if need E-Mail Me I have always been on the outside looking in and I have always prevailed. I will wage a war that will leave men broken and battered. Many perceive me as having no hope my victory will be an upset. But hope and perception have never ruled my life. Quote the Raven, nevermore." | ||||
| FoundryMusicPaintballJoe | posted on 09-01-2001 @ 11:21 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | I remember when i heard Jerry died. I was just getting into the Greatful dead since my friend's brother had a band and practiced with alot of Dead stuff. I was just crossing the GWB with my Dad on my way to a Yankee game. Just thought id throw that out there since so many say they remember where they were when so and so died.  AIM: PaintballOpAnt19 Im A Racist Prick. I'm Gunna Find You Petrizzi..And Eat Ya. | ||||
| Ashley the Goer | posted on 09-01-2001 @ 11:28 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Aug. 01 | Thanks so much for that, Raven. It doesn't seem possible to me that Jerry's gone 6 years. This is one of my favorites: Eyes of the World Right outside this lazy summer home you don't have time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home wondering where the nuthatch winters Wings a mile long just carried the bird away Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the World but the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings but the heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away There follows a wagon behind him that's loaded with clay and the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay The night comes so quiet and it's close on the heels of the day Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world but the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings but the heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own Sometimes we live no particular way but our own Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses Sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world but the heart has its beaches its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings but the heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own  The sky was yellow and the sun was blue. | ||||
| Raven Portugal | posted on 09-01-2001 @ 11:33 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | I miss the dead shows and music if need E-Mail Me I have always been on the outside looking in and I have always prevailed. I will wage a war that will leave men broken and battered. Many perceive me as having no hope my victory will be an upset. But hope and perception have never ruled my life. Quote the Raven, nevermore." | ||||
| Ashley the Goer | posted on 09-01-2001 @ 11:39 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Aug. 01 | This one also seemed appropriate.quote:Thanks for all the smiles, Jerry. You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten. He's Gone Rat in a drain ditch Caught on a limb You know better but I know him Like I told you What I said Steal your face right off you head Now he's Gone Lord he's gone Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track He's gone He's gone and nothing's gonna bring him back He's gone Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride Hot as a pistol but cool inside Cat on a tin roof Dogs in a pile Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile Now he's gone Lord he's gone Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track He's gone He's gone and nothing's gonna bring him back He's gone Going where the wind don't blow so strange Maybe on some high cold mountain range Lost one round but the price wasn't anything Knife in a back and more of the same Same old rat in a drain ditch Out on a limb You know better but I know him Now he's gone Lord he's gone Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track He's gone He's gone and nothin's gonna bring him back He's gone.... The sky was yellow and the sun was blue. | ||||
| FaithfulListener | posted on 09-02-2001 @ 8:26 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | I also miss the Dead.. great memories from all their shows.Great shows. When i heard he died i was in my car just pulling into the parking lot at my job.. i just froze... how can Jerry be dead?? So wierd. What a long strange trip it's been... RIP JERRY  | ||||
| whichwaymediumorrare | posted on 09-02-2001 @ 9:30 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Apr. 01 | dude i was cruisen down rt.17.i burst into tears.that was the worst week.i miss jerry.i miss the shows.i miss the sweat sound of the 40 min. jam out of eyes or goin down the road feelin bad. "well hello mr. fancy pants.i got news for you pal,you aint leadin but two things right now,jack and shit and jack left town." "good,bad..... i am the guy with the gun." | ||||
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