Where are ALL the Deadheads Fans?!

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:10 AM

A Tribute thread by Queen Isabella & Tumbleweed

Box Of Rain

Look out of any window, any morning, any evenin' anywhere
maybe the sun is shining, birds are wingin oh rain is falling from a heavy sky
What do you want me to do? to do for you to see you through
for this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago..
walk out of any doorway.. feel your way, feel your way back the day before...
maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waitin to meet you
What do you want me to do? to watch for you while you're sleepin'
Then please don't be surprised when you find, me dreamin too
Look into any eyes, you'll find value you can sleep into another day...
had it been seen before, through other eyes, on other days while going home
what do you want me to do, to for you, to see you through
it's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago
walk into splintered sunlight, inch your way through dead beams to another land
maybe you're tired and broken, your tongue is twisted with words-half-spoken and thougts of me
what do you want me to do.. to do for you, to see you through
a box of rain will ease the pain and love can see you through
just a box of rain
wind and water
believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on
sun and shadow, wind and rain, hangin at the window lieka moth before a flame
and it's just a box of rain, i don't know who put it there
believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare,
and it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair
such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:18 AM

Sugar Manolia

Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don’t care,
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she’d have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, we can have high times if you’ll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She’s got everything delightful, she’s got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I’m seeing double, pays my ticket when I speed

She comes skimmin’ through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don’t come and I don’t follow, waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She’s a summer love for spring, fall and winter. she can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I’ll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me.

She’s got everything delightful, she’s got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, lazing in the sunshine yes
Indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo’s crying, when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying, I take me out and I wander around, I wander
’round.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin’, I’ll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. sunshine, daydream. walking in the sunshine

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:23 AM

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas.

What are you, what are you meant to be?
Speaks his name for you were born to me,
Born to me, cassidy.

Lost now on the country miles in his cadillac.
I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back.
Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green.

Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.
Close the gap on the dark years in between.
You and me, cassidy.

Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart,
There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry.

Flight of the seabirds,
Scattered like lost words,
Wheel to the storm and fly.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it’s own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be your’s, I’m done with mine.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it’s own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be your’s, I’m done with mine

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:29 AM

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?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t 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.

But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who’s 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.

wife · 12-18-2005, 02:39 AM

Where are all the DeadHeads? I'm here...

tumbleweed11855 · 12-18-2005, 02:47 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by queen isabella

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?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t 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.

But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who’s 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.

let me jump in sweety....this one is named RIPPLE....by jerry garica and robert hunter written in 1970

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:48 AM

Well hello Wife!1 so good to see you! I saw where you were talking to Homie about all your Beatle and DEADHEAD Cd's hahaha

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:50 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by tumbleweed11855

let me jump in sweety....this one is named RIPPLE....by jerry garica and robert hunter written in 1970

Aaah thank you honey! I should have known you being the ultimate DEAD HEAD you'd know that hahaha

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:53 AM

Terrapin Station

Terrapin station - lady with a fan

Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done.
While the firelight’s aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
Till things we’ve never seen will seem familiar.

Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him,
Who came through many fights, but lost at love.

While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion’s den.

Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.

The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
That’s how it stands today. you decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no choice. soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to master.

Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold.

Terrapin station

Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color;
Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask.
Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last.
Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin.

Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright;
The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best,
On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,
Terrapin station.

In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station.
And I know we’ll get there soon, terrapin station.
I can’t figure out, terrapin, if it’s the end or beginning, terrapin,
But the train’s put it’s brakes on, terrapin,
And the whistle is screaming, terrapin.

Terrapin station - at the siding

While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness.
The obvious was hidden. with nothing to believe in,

Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain.
You’re back in terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again.

queen isabella · 12-18-2005, 02:54 AM

Jack that is a perfect turtle!! Thank you!