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In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me

In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me

days between; robert hunter
There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
the world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
on black infested trees
the singing man is at his song
the holy on their knees
the reckless are out wrecking
the timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
than anyone can see anyone can see

There were days
and there were days
and there were days besides
when phantom ships with phantom sails
set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
on bright unfocused eyes
the blue of yet another day
a springtime wet with sighs
a hopeful candle lingers
in the land of lullabies
where headless horsemen vanish
with wild and lonely cries lonely cries

There were days
and there were days
and there were days I know
when all we ever wanted
was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
we told them where to go
walked halfway around the world
on promise of the glow
stood upon a mountain top
walked barefoot in the snow
gave the best we had to give
how much we’ll never know we’ll never know

There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
polished like a golden bowl
the finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
still tender, young and green
left on shelves collecting dust
not knowing what they mean
valentines of flesh and blood
as soft as velveteen
hoping love would not forsake
the days that lie between lie between

Your rain falls like crazy fingers
Peals of fragile thunder keeping time

Recall the days that still are to come
Some sing blue

Hang your heart on laughing willow
Stray down to the water
Deep Sea of Love

Beneath the sweet calm face of the sea
Swift undertow

Life may be sweeter for this, I don’t know
See how it feels in the end
May Lady Lullaby sing plainly for you
Soft, strong, sweet and true

Cloud hands reaching from a rainbow
Tapping at the window touch your hair

So swift and bright
Strange figures of light
Float in air

Who can stop what must arrive now?
Something new is waiting to be born

Dark as the night
You’re still by my side
Shining side

Gone are the days we stopped to decide
Where we should go
We just ride

Gone are the broken eyes we saw through in dreams
Gone - both dream and lie

Life may be sweeter for this I don’t know
Feels like it might be alright
While Lady Lullaby sings plainly for you
Love still rings true

Midnight on a carousel ride
Reaching for the gold ring down inside

Never could reach
It just slips away but I try

Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing.

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i should get this posted; we have some wicked storms rolling thru and the power has gone out twice already while trying to get this posted.
happy jerry day!
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i’m sad to hear of the passing of vince welnick; former GD keyboardist. he had the most dangerous job in rock n roll.

the first time remember seeing vince play with the boys (*without bruce). was the first show of the EC tour; buffalo, ny. (i had skipped the west coast shows after the spring tour, to do some ‘regrouping’) i took the train up/over from boston. armed with a 60lb+ backpack full of handmade dresses and my bead box. after a long and drunken train ride,(which was totally exciting since i was being served in the bar car, and i was underage…ha. the cheap thrills of youth.) i arrived a day early, it seemed the lot was already in full swing. i met up with my friends and set up camp; and passed out, perhaps? the next day after lot adventures and whatnot; we decided it was time to head into the show. steve miller was opening.(and why on earth did we want to catch that? no.freaking.clue.) someplace between camp and the walk to the venue we puddled.
for some unknown reason; which still perplexes me to this day; we found seats…. at nearly the top of the stadium and sat down to watch steve miller… the only thing i remember about steve miller was him saying ‘this one is for bob and jerry’ and it was take the money and run… and this spurred an interesting chain of events; the people behind us were really trying to freak our shit out… with some of the bizarro crap they were saying .. the kind of shit dick heads say to two obviously tripping out of their skulls young women. (but, that day came back to haunt that dude, as i would bump into him at every venue from there to the jerry tour that summer…. and that freaked him out…)
i digress.. the boys came out and opened with touch.. i remember thinking it sounded a bit odd. but chocked it up to auditory hallucinating with the odd acoustics of sitting at the freaking top of the back of the stadium. (section D) it took me until althea for me to realize that bruce hornsby was not plaing keyboards… these were the days before i was plugged into the well. so i had missed any news of him not taking the job, yada. this set off an unstoppable train of events. (almost a train wreck…) i totally thought bruce hornsby had fallen victim to the ‘keyboard player curse’… and i completely lost my mind. the weirdo’s behind us did not help my crazy theories as they were saying crap like ‘jerry sacrificed bruce to the devil’ and shit like that…. (really messed up; but not nearly as messed up as the time some frat boys tried to light my dreads on fire during D/S at the last boston garden shows. you don’t even want to know what i was going to do in retaliation for that… lets just say that i’m glad i didn’t find anyone with a vial [or two] or i would be suffering the karmic effects of that for eternity.)
anyway, the evening was saved once we made our way home to the hallways. the wheel was particularly amazing to me that night. ( i have since obtained a copy of that show, and it seemed less than stellar; but whatever. i was plugged in and had achieved levitation.

i have to admit, i never warmed up to vince. and i was one of the people who would do other things while ‘long song‘ was being played. i was attached to brent just like my family who reared me on tour were attached to keith and my brothers and sisters who said the grateful dead were over once pigpen died. (unfortunately i was only 9 months old when that happened, so i can not weigh in on that one.)
grief is funny, it has been 10 years since jerry left this realm, and it still is as fresh as it was on 8.9.95. i miss all of those magikal moments i spent with myself and 200,000 of my closest friends and family. those days are gone, and our freedoms are slowly silping past our fingers faster than clutching grains of sand.
my deepest condolences go out to vince’s friends and family. the world lost another bright light; and the universe has a tear in it today.

Any which way you are tempted to roam
It’s a long long long long long long way
Way to go home

the sun is out! the temp isn’t too cold.
and i’m rockin out to JGB 4.27.94
thought i’d share this shining star with you all, it is making my heart pitter patter.

jgb, 4.27.94; set II, song 1; 16:09, mp3
a pretty large sized file.. but well worth the download,
if you are into that kind of thing, that is…
♥