Claimed by the deep. But your simple toy had caused a scene like this. The way that you hold your head, cursin' God with every move. Patrick from Tallapoosa, GaAt my old high school the Senior class that graduated before mine had shirts made up with the line "What a long strange trip it's been. " My youth was stolen from underneath my nose. That Midas touch will unwind. CALL ME WHEN IT'S OVER.
You are Dead, Dead Dead (Repeat till the end). In the morning with a song about it. Hunter meant to keep adding and rearranging verses, but it didn't quite work out.
And the clothes on your back. All a friend can sa is "aint it a shame" people never realize that pot will eventually turn them onto other drugs and as time goes by you slowly but surely realize that you had no intention of doing what you do now, but since pot no longer works for you, u choose something else. The Dead rules and following them around attending their shows is a great way to spend a week, or two, or a few months. Same thing with the music, you were too sober to appreciate the spontaneity and you mistook it for "The whining screech of bad guitar slide work" and "a dueling drums solo that didn't stay in time or even try to flow into any rhythm. " "What in the world ever became of Sweet Jane (marijuana) she lost her sparkle you know she aint the same (not as good as it used to be). You know your upper hand is on my list. Best Mayday Parade Songs of All Time – Top 10 Tracks. If you're given the choice, I'm begging you choose to walk away, walk away, don't let it get you, I can't bare to see the same happen to you. How can I live with your noose tied around my neck? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin' on reds, Vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame? I called you twice today to try to make it right, But when your girlfriend said you left I lost my appetite. We're getting up and heading south. We can go out to the country.
The most spontaneous trips are invariably the best. This is sorry for the last time! Look out for the sliding cars. He lifts you up above the rain. Three - all of the Deads "Deep Meaning" tunes? I'm under water and your foot is on my head. Is heavy with the dew. Lyrics: Mayday Parade – Jamie All over. It was even used in some combination drugs (e. g., Curbetite L. A Tablets). And I... On any other day would shoot the boy, But your simple toy, Had caused a scene like this. Total matching lyrics: 25. They also say that sweet Jane lost her sparkle, meaning Lou was never the same after we used and kept using.
But if you've got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in. And the skies they were so blue. Bottle of whiskey, throw the chairs in the pool. Better tell Karen you know. At the top of this table that you're under. Not at least 'till I have to. "We fell by the wayside and slowly watched ourselves die, a lonley death in which, no one cared and no one came. Pat from Houston, TxDon't recall how I found this, but felt compelled to comment. I guess since he did not inhale it doesn't count. Russell from Corona, CaI don't believe James knows what he's talking about or ever really went to a Dead concert. When i get home you re so dead lyrics easy. This Dimension, cuts like a knife. And girl, how can you love without you ever losing it all. I'll never go back to Georgia. They say "what in the world ever became of sweet Jane, " which means what ever happened to Lou Reed after he was using red, cocaine and vitamin c, they wanted the old Lou back.
Angels sing around you. This page checks to see if it's really you sending the requests, and not a robot. Star of wonder to your door. What songs is he talking about? And the city don't care.
Yes, I'm an old and aging Deadhead - first concert in March 1967 at Winterland, the last (for the full band) 1995 at Soldier's Field. Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group. Now they've got him by the hair. Robert from Elgin, TxR from Seattle asked about the lyrics Dallas, got a soft machine, in the line Dallas, got a soft machine, Houston (not Dallas as mentioned by Johnny from LA) too close to New Orleans... As a Texas resident I recongized the description of the city's business/political operations immediately. Just Say You're Not Into It. When i get home you re so dead lyrics translation. I don't wanna be free. Written by: Bob Dylan. I'd like to climb right up.