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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe... | ||||
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| danked Dankarella! | posted on 01-25-2002 @ 12:22 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00  | Grateful Dead Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see? Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe." Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill, only love can fill. Been walking all morning went walking all night. I can`t see much difference between the dark and light And I feel the wind And I taste the rain Never in my mind to cause so much pain. Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see? Gotta make it somehow on the the dreams you still believe." Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill, only love can fill. From day to day just letting it ride. You get so far away from how it feels inside. You can't let go cause you're afraid to fall, But the day may come when you can't feel at all. The words come out like an angry stream. You hear yourself say things you could never mean. When you cool down you find your mind. You got a lot of words you've got to stand behind. Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see? Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe." Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill, only love can fill, only love can fill, only love can fill.  | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 01-25-2002 @ 2:11 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | (Grateful Dead) Well, I was drinking last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal, get to know her. You'll like her." Seemed like the least I could do... 'Cause when he's driving his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls, You will think me by contrast quite proper. Never mind how I stumble and fall. Never mind how I stumble and fall. [Chorus:] You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe, But at least I'm enjoying the ride. At least I'm enjoying the ride. At least I'm enjoying the ride. Now miss sweet little soft-core pretender, Somehow baby got hard as it gets. With her black leather chrome spiked suspenders, Her chair and her whip and her pets. Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great. And we know how you love your ovations For the Z-rated scenes you create. The Z-rated scenes you create. [Bridge:] You analyze me, pretend to despise me, You laugh when I stumble and fall. There may come a day I will dance on your grave If unable to dance, I will crawl across it Unable to dance, I'll still crawl. You must really consider the circus 'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you. And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely 'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin But I know that you'll think of me only When the snakes come marching in When the snakes come marching in  I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. | ||||
| danked Dankarella! | posted on 01-25-2002 @ 2:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Grateful Dead Please don't dominate the rap Jack if you got nothing new to say If you please don't back up the track This train got to run today Spent a little time on the mountain Spent a little time on the hill Heard some say better run away Others say you better stand still Now I don't know but I been told it's hard to run with the weight of gold Other hand I heard it said it's just as hard with the weight of lead Who can deny? Who can deny? it's not just a change in style One step done and another begun in I wonder how many miles? Spent a little time on the mountain Spent a little time on the hill Things went down we don't understand but I think in time we will Now I don't know but I been told in the heat of the sun a man died of cold Do we keep on coming or stand and wait with the sun so dark and the hour so late? You can't overlook the lack Jack of any other highway to ride It's got no signs or dividing lines and very few rules to guide Spent a little time on the mountain Spent a little time on the hill I saw things getting out of hand I guess they always will I don't know but I been told if the horse don't pull you got to carry the load I don't know whose back's that strong Maybe find out before too long One way or another One way or another One way or another this darkness got to give One way or another One way or another One way or another this darkness got to give | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 01-25-2002 @ 3:07 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Grateful Dead My time coming, any day, don't worry bout me, no Been so long I felt this way, ain't in no hurry, no Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go Don't worry bout me, no no, don't worry bout me, no And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go. California, preaching on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine My time coming, anyday, don't worry bout me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin' slow Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go Don't worry bout me, no no, don't worry bout me, no And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go California, a prophet on the burning shore California, I'll be knocking on the golden door Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine You've all been asleep, You would not believe me Them voices telling me, You will soon receive me We're standing on the beach, The sea will part before me (Fire wheel burning in the air) And you will follow me, And we will ride to glory (Way up the middle of the air) And I'll call down thunder And speak the same And my word fills the sky with flame And might and glory gonna be my name And men gonna light my way My time coming, anyday, don't worry bout me, no It's gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin slow My time coming, anyday, don't worry about me, no Don't worry about me... I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. | ||||
| danked Dankarella! | posted on 01-25-2002 @ 3:41 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | what is this, Gonz? a Jerry vs. Bobby war? Grateful Dead 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 | ||||
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