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Started by Bushpig, February 07, 2007, 04:47:52 PM

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Bushpig

Pop this one in your pipe and smoke it dude,

GRATEFUL DEAD 'RIPPLE' (AMERICAN BEAUTY)

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Its a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps theyre better left unsung.
I dont know, dont really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.

La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da
La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.



Boooshpig

laughingwillow

#1
Here's a nice live version of that tune, brawh. Enjoy.

http://www.archive.org/details/gd80-09- ... sbeok.shnf

lw
Lost my boots in transit, babe,
smokin\' pile of leather.
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather...

JRL

#2
Thanks guys. As Piggers knows it's been a rough week for me and mine. My dear friend Moose, a bartender I worked with hundreds of nights passed away last week. I just got back from his memorial now.

He was a great soulful, big hearted guy as the couple hundred people that showed up would tell you.

RIP my friend!
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green