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Collection: : GratefulDead
Band/Artist: Grateful Dead
Date: September 23, 1987 (check for other copies)
Venue: The Spectrum
Location: Philadelphia, PA
Set 1
Feel Like A Stranger ->
Franklin's Tower
Walkin' Blues
Friend Of The Devil Tons Of Steel ->
Desolation Row
Big Railroad Blues ->The Music Never Stopped
Set 2
Bertha ->
Cumberland Blues
Playing In The Band ->
Uncle John's Band ->
Playing In The Band Jam ->
Drums ->
Space ->
I Need A Miracle ->
Dear Mr. Fantasy ->
Around And Around ->
Good Lovin' ->
La Bamba ->
Good Lovin'
Tons Of Steel
Lyrics: Brent Mydland
Music: Brent Mydland
I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile
Re-see a dozen dreams in every passing mile
Can't begin to count the trips
That she and I have made
But I wish I had a dollar
For each time we both been down this grade
Chorus
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel
Made to roll
Her brakes don't work and this grade's so steep
Her engine's sure to blow
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel
Out of control
She's more a roller-coaster than the train I used to know
It's one hell of an understatement to say she can get mean
She's temperamental, more a xxxxx than a machine
She wasn't built to travel at
The speed a rumour flies
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks
Before they burn the ties
[chorus]
Murphy's sure outdone himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is riding in the back
Well I have prayed to God
This ain't the day we meet
I've done about everything
But try dragging my feet
[chorus]
Oo, oo, I wanna go down slow
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel
Out of control
She's more a roller coaster than the train I used to know
Desolation Row, lyrics.
Desolation Row
Lyrics: Bob Dylan
Music: Bob Dylan
Played by Bob Weir with the Grateful Dead from the mid-1980s, as well as with Ratdog and Weir/Wasserman.
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor's filled with sailors
The circus is in town
In walks the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Now Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in walks Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend (note 1)
You better leave"
And the only sound that you can hear
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her gaze is fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spend her time peeking in
On Desolation Row
Einstein disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden (note 2)
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady
Has already taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Doctor Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
And all his sexless patients
They're all trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have mercy on his soul"
They all play on the penny whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
On Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In the perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get out of here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
They go and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
They take them to the facory
Where the heart attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Make sure nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S.Eliot
They're fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen throw flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And no one has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes I received your letter yesterday
About the time the doorknob broke
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mentioned
Yes I know them they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read so good
Don't send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
Big Railroad Blues, lyrics.
Big Railroad Blues
Lyrics: Noah Lewis
Music: Noah Lewis
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Well I shouldn't be here trying to sing these railroad blues
Wish I had listened to oh what mama said (note 1)
Wish I had listened to oh what mama said
Well I wouldn't be here trying to sleep in this cold iron bed (note 2)
Well I went to the depot, I never got there on time
Went down to the depot, never got there on time
Well that train's rolling down, she's rolling down the line
Mister jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies
Mister jailer go away now, don't tell me no lies
Well that train's going down, she's rolling down the line
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too
Well my mama told me, papa told me too
Well I shouldn't be here trying to sing these railroad blues
Wish I had listened to oh what mama said
Wish I had listened to oh what mama said
Well I wouldn't be here trying to sleep in this cold iron bed
Between childhood, boyhood,
adolescence
& manhood (maturity) there
should be sharp lines drawn w/
Tests, deaths, feats, rites
stories, songs & judgements
Widespread Panic
2008-07-01
Uptown Theater
Kansas City, MO
Taped and transferred by Lee Hart
Set 1 Disc 1
01 -crowd/tuning-
02 Proving Ground >
03 Driving Song >
04 Can't Find My Way Home >
05 Driving Song >
06 Proving Ground >
07 Action Man
08 From The Cradle >
09 Proving Ground
10 Genesis >
11 You Better Run >
12 All Time Low
Set 2 Disc 2
01 -crowd/intro-
02 Junior
03 Wondering
04 I'm Not Alone >
05 Three Candles >
Disc 3
01 Red Hot Mama >
02 Drums >
03 Four Cornered Room >
04 Sometimes >
05 Love Tractor
06 And It Stoned Me
Transcribed by: Scott Holcomb
Johnny Alvis
James West
Matthew Wheat
Jason Drautz
Willie said "he was the mostest horse"
Mahubah, Fair Play, desert mama's boy
Running in first, neither proud nor cursed
Carries the weight like a child takes to its toy
Side by side, souls of kind, different world
Hearts of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War
Oh, place your bets boys, get out the gate in time
Burn the books, you ain't seen nothin' yet
Maybe back at that old Kentucky home
That it was luck, we'll catch him if we can
Fire inside, blaze of glory, space in time
Heart of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War
Oh, Saratoga
Graveyard of favorites
Odds are more than one hundred
Oh, Willie said
Ooo, Saratoga
Nowhere, nowhere to run
War Admiral take the highest prize
Three hundred thirty-nine little children
Workin' the rail, never, never look back
Fire inside, blaze of glory, space in time
Heart of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War
Side by side, souls of kind, different world
Heart of gold, bones of steel, Man-Of-War
Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain keep pourin down
Me and billy standin there
With a silver half a crown
Hands are full of a fishin rod
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin wet
With our backs against the fence
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Hope it dont rain all day
Chorus:
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like jelly roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin home
And it stoned me
Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned
And he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in
Not to mention fishing poles
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Let it run all over me
Chorus
On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said hey! there you are
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Get it myself from the mountain stream
Between childhood, boyhood,
adolescence
& manhood (maturity) there
should be sharp lines drawn w/
Tests, deaths, feats, rites
stories, songs & judgements
10/29/05 Orleans Arena, Las Vegas, NV
Set I: Get Down Tonight 1, Black and White1, Sittin' On Top Of The World, MLT, Sirens, Lost1, Search1> Drums> Thriller1
Set II: Las Vegas, Hey Pocky Way 2, Pack it Up> Way Back Home> Rivertrance, Drifting, This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody), Desert Dawn> Restless Wind
Encore: Miss Brown's Teahouse1
1 Chris Cuzme and Dan Sears on horns (From Panjea)
2 w/ Brendan Bayliss from Umphrey's McGee on guitar
Artist: Lords of Acid
Album: Our Little Secret
Year: 1997
Tracks
1. Lover (Cantata)
2. Rubber Doll (Opus)
3. Finger Lickin' Good 4. LSD = Truth (Solo)
5. Man's Best Friend
6. Cybersex (Sherzo) 7. P-ussy (Round)
8. Deep Sexy Space (Chorale)
9. Doggie Tom (Overture)
10. (Concerto For) Me and Myself
11. Spank My Booty (Reprise)
12. Power Is Mine (Coda)
13. You Belong to Me (Theme)
Artist: The Prodigy
Album: Experience: Expanded
Year: 2001
Tracks
1. Jericho
2. Music Reach (1/2/3/4)
3. Wind It Up
4. Your Love [Remix]
5. Hyperspeed (G-Force, Pt. 2)
6. Charly [Trip Into Drum 'n' Bass Version]
7. Out of Space
8. Everybody in the Place [155 and Rising]
9. Weather Experience
10. Fire [Sunrise Version]
11. Ruff in the Jungle Bizness
12. Death of the Prodigy Dancers [Live]
13. Your Love
14. Ruff in the Jungle Bizness [Uplifting Vibes Remix]
15. Charly [Alley Cat Remix]
16. Fire [Edit]
17. We Are the Ruffest
18. Weather Experience [Top Buzz Remix] 19. Wind It Up [Rewound]
20. G-Force (Energy Flow)
21. Crazy Man
22. Out of Space [Techno Underworld Remix]
23. Everybody in the Place [Fairground Remix]
Collection: : GratefulDead
Band/Artist: Grateful Dead
Date: September 25, 1981 (check for other copies)
Venue: Stabler Arena
Location: Bethlehem, PA
Set 1:
d1t01 - New Minglewood Blues
d1t02 - Friend Of The Devil ->
d1t03 - El Paso
d1t04 - Peggy-O ->
d1t05 - Little Red Rooster
d1t06 - Bird Song ->
d1t07 - Beat It On Down The Line
d1t08 - Cumberland Blues
d1t09 - Passenger
d1t10 - Althea
d1t11 - The Music Never Stopped
Set 2:
d2t01 - Might As Well ->
d2t02 - Samson And Delilah
d2t03 - Scarlet Begonias ->
d2t04 - Fire On The Mountain
d2t05 - Never Trust A Woman ->
d2t06 - Lost Sailor ->
d2t07 - Saint Of Circumstance ->
d2t08 - Drums ->
d3t01 - Space ->
d3t02 - The Wheel ->
d3t03 - Sugar Magnolia ->
d3t04 - Black Peter ->
d3t05 - Around And Around ->
d3t06 - Sunshine Daydream
"The Music Never Stopped"Words by John Perry Barlow; Music by Bob Weir
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing. Used by permission.
There's mosquitoes on the river.
Fish are rising up like birds.
It's been hot for seven weeks now,
Too hot to even speak now.
Did you hear what I just heard?
Say, it might have been a fiddle,
Or it could have been the wind.
But there seems to be a beat, now.
I can feel it in my feet, now.
Listen, here it comes again!
There's a band out on the highway.
They're high-steppin' into town.
They're a rainbow full of sound.
It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns --
Everybody's dancing.
Come on, children. Come on, children,
Come on clap your hands.
Sun went down in honey.
Moon came up in wine.
Stars were spinnin' dizzy,
Lord, the band kept us so busy
We forgot about the time.
They're a band beyond description
Like Jehovah's favorite choir.
People joinin' hand in hand
While the music plays the band.
Lord, they're setting us on fire.
Crazy rooster crowin' midnight.
Balls of lightning roll along.
Old men sing about their dreams.
Women laugh and children scream,
And the band keeps playin' on.
Keep on dancin' through to daylight.
Greet the morning air with song.
No one's noticed, but the band's all packed and gone.
Was it ever here at all?
But they keep on dancing.
C'mon, children. C'mon, children,
Come on clap your hands.
Well, the cool breeze came on Tuesday,
And the corn's a bumper crop.
The fields are full of dancing,
Full of singing and romancing,
'Cause the music never stopped.
Never Trust A Woman
Lyrics: Brent Mydland
Music: Brent Mydland
Gonna see some good times
Gonna get to ring that bell
Gonna see some good times
Some times to make up for when I'm not feeling well
I must be due some great times
'Cause right now I feel like hell
Never trust a woman who wears her pants too tight
Never trust a woman who wears her pants too tight
She might love you tomorrow
But she'll be gone tomorrow night
Come tomorrow I get my pay and I'm gonna leave this town
Come tomorrow I get my pay and I'm gonna leave this [goddamn/motherxxxxing] town
'Cause she don't really love me
There ain't no reason to stick around
Gonna see some good times
Gonna get to ring that bell
Gonna see some good times
Some times to make up for when I'm not feeling well
Must be due some great times
'Cause right now I feel like hell
[ad lib]
But if they don't come
Well if they never come around
If they don't come to me
If they don't come to me tonight
If they don't come to me next week
If they don't come to me next year
What the hell
U.S. Blues, lyrics.
"U.S. Blues"
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission
Red and white/blue suede shoes
I'm Uncle Sam /how do you do?
Gimme five/I'm still alive
Ain't no luck/I learned to duck
Check my pulse/it don't change
Stay seventy two/come shine or rain
Wave the flag/pop the bag
Rock the boat/skin the goat
Wave that flag
Wave it wide and high
Summertime
Done come and gone
My oh my
I'm Uncle Sam /that's who I am
Been hidin' out/in a rock and roll band
Shake the hand that shook the hand
Of P.T. Barnum/and Charlie Chan
Shine your shoes/light your fuse
Can you use/them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health/share your wealth
Run your life/steal your wife
Wave that flag
Wave it wide and high
Summertime done
Come and gone
My oh my
Back to back/chicken shack
Son of a gun/better change your act
We're all confused/what's to lose?
You can call this song/the United States Blues
Wave that flag
Wave it wide and high
Summertime done come and gone
My oh My
Summertime done come and gone
My oh My
Last edited by freakyfreaky; 09-25-2008, 04:33 PM.
Between childhood, boyhood,
adolescence
& manhood (maturity) there
should be sharp lines drawn w/
Tests, deaths, feats, rites
stories, songs & judgements
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