Aug 01

In another time’s forgotten space…

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In previous posts I have shared my enthusiasm for music of the Grateful Dead and Jerry Garcia in particular. Last year, on the 20th anniversary of Garcia’s death, I declared the month of August to be Jerry Garcia month here at English-speak-English.com

Continuing the theme this year I offer a selection of my favorite Garcia (music by Garcia, lyrics by Robert Hunter) tunes.

Franklin’s Tower

In another time’s forgotten space
Your eyes looked from 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

I’ll tell you where the four winds dwell
In Franklin’s tower there hangs a bell
It can ring, turn night to day
It can ring like fire when you lose your way

God save the child who rings that bell
It may have one good ring, baby, you can’t tell
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused, listen to the music play

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

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

*

Stella Blue

All the years combine
they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar
In the end there’s just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years

Stella Blue

When all the cards are down
there’s nothing left to see
There’s just the pavement left
and broken dreams
In the end there’s still that song
comes crying like the wind
down every lonely street
that’s ever been

Stella Blue

I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can’t win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just
one more time
Gonna make em shine

It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There’s nothing you can hold
for very long
And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind
it seems like all this life
was just a dream

Stella Blue

*

Althea

I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.
Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection.
I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.
Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim.

You may be Saturday’s child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace.
You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face.
You may meet the fate on Ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream.
Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.

Ain’t nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned.
Loose with the truth, baby, it’s your fire, but baby don’t get burned.
When the smoke has cleared, she said, that’s what she said to me.
Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy.

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot.
The time has come to weigh those things.
This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot.

I told Althea I’m a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.
Althea told me, okay, that’s fine, so now I’m trying to catch her.
Can’t talk to you without talking to me, we’re guilty of the same old thing.
Been talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring.

*

Friend of the Devil

I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds (note a)
Didn’t get to sleep that night till the morning came around

Set out running but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep
Tonight

I ran into the devil babe, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills

I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there (note b)
He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air

Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night
The first one’s named sweet Anne Marie and she’s my heart’s delight
Second one is prison baby, sheriff’s on my trail (note c)
And if he catches up with me I’ll spend my life in jail

Got a wife in Chino babe, and one in Cherokee
First one says she’s got my child but it don’t look like me

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