The Transitive Nightfall of Diamonds: the Grateful Dead at the Fillmore West, February 27 to March 2, 1969

The Transitive Nightfall of Diamonds: the Grateful Dead at the Fillmore West, February 27 to March 2, 1969

The Transitive Nightfall of Diamonds: the Grateful Dead at the Fillmore West, February 27 to March 2, 1969
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Coming to the Dead End: Day 27

“Tell me all that you know

Ill show you snow and rain.

Don’t cry now…

don’t you cry…anymore.

sleep in the stars…dry your eyes on the wind.”

 

Bird Song from, I’d say, 80’s some time. pretty good one.

The Capitalist Jam – 22nd Dead Day on this fine Thanks-taking day…

The Capitalist Jam:

Cumberland Blues  & Dire Wolf

“Make good money five dollars a day…

….Make and more Id move away !!

Ah.. that poor man got the Cumberland blues.

He can’t win for losing…

…I don’t know if Im going back again…”

Dead singing about climate change ….and playing in the band…

‘The climate change song’- Throwing Stones -> playing in the band

http://rhino.edgeboss.net/download/rhino/gdead/30days/2018/day15_s2jqcdd2pyd2s94j_throwingstones.mp3

The Climate Change song:


Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky
Brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face
But afraid, we may lay our home to waste

There’s a fear down here we can’t forget
Hasn’t got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing ashes to ashes all fall down
Ashes to ashes all fall down
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime falls
And again the hunt begins and again the blood wind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men’s eyes
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Staking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat
It’s you and me, you and me
Click, flash blade in ghetto night
Rudie’s looking for a fight
Rat cat alley roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politician’s throwing stones
Singing ashes to ashes all fall down
Ashes to ashes all fall down
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price
Money green or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
So the kids they dance, and shake their bones
And the politician’s throwing stones
Singing ashes to ashes all fall down
Ashes to ashes all fall down
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirit’s sleeping, then the flesh is ink, yeah
History’s page, it is thusly carved in stone
The future’s here, we are it, we are on our own
On our own. On our own. On our own.
If the game is lost then we’re all the same
No one left to place or take the blame
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or that shinning ball of blue we can call our home
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
And the politicians, throwing stones
Singing ashes to ashes all fall down
Ashes to ashes, all fall down
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing “black goes south and white comes north”
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing “I got mine and you got yours”
And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace
And the radical he rant and rage
Singing “someone got to turn the page”
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing “Just leave well enough alone”
But his pants are down, his cover’s blown
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear we’re on our own
Sing ashes to ashes, all fall down
Ashes to ashes, all fall down
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It’s dizzying, the possibilities…”
Songwriters: Gary Barlow / Howard Donald / Milton Mcdonald / Jason Orange / Mark Owen
Throwing Stones lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group