| 7/6/2008 12:34:09 PM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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.....the greatful dead and metalica. post one! or two!
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| 7/6/2008 8:35:02 PM |
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skipaway
Bartlett, IL
age: 43
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Grateful Dead 7-23-90 Standing on the Moon
Standing on the moon
I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon
I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the gulf of Mexico
As tiny as a tear
The coast of California
Must be somewhere over here - over here
Standing on the moon
I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon
I see the soldiers come and go
There's a metal flag beside me
Someone planted long ago
Old Glory standing stiffly
Crimson, white and indigo - indigo
I see all of Southeast Asia
I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children
And the other songs of war
It's like a mighty melody
That rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon
I watch it all roll by - all roll by
Standing on the moon
With nothing else to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you
Standing on the moon
I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon
The stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory
And another of defeat
A scrap of age old lullaby
Down some forgotten street
Standing on the moon
Where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon
But I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco
On a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven
At this crescent in the sky
Standing on the moon
With nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you - be with you
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| 7/6/2008 10:00:56 PM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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Metallica- Enter Sandman
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| 7/8/2008 12:38:46 PM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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Grateful Dead - "Ripple
 
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| 7/8/2008 9:13:01 PM |
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skipaway
Bartlett, IL
age: 43
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Ripple
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.
You who choose to lead must follow
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.
eyes of the world
Right outside this lazy summer home
You aint got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winters summer home,
Wondrin where the nut-thatch winters,
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him thats loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenins and songs of its own.
[Edited 7/8/2008 9:20:54 PM]
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| 7/8/2008 9:53:52 PM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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Metallica - Whiskey In The Jar,(Dublin Ireland, 2006)
My Shereen da duh do da ma da.......
When I Paint My Masterpiece - Jerry Garcia
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| 7/9/2008 8:24:07 PM |
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skipaway
Bartlett, IL
age: 43
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Looks Like Rain
Me & My Uncle / Black Throated Wind
Must Have Been The Roses
Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,
Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company,
If I tell another what your own lips told to me,
Let me lay 'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.
I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
One pane of glass in the window,
No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
And it's strange how no one comes round any more.
I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.
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| 7/10/2008 2:06:56 PM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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Metallica - Bleeding Me (Woodstock '99)
Grateful Dead - Picasso Moon
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| 7/12/2008 3:42:25 PM |
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skipaway
Bartlett, IL
age: 43
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Grateful Dead - St Stephen
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| 7/13/2008 8:58:14 AM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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Grateful Dead - Peggy O
Metallica Until it sleeps
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| 7/18/2008 9:10:35 PM |
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skipaway
Bartlett, IL
age: 43
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So Many Roads .....
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| 7/22/2008 11:44:21 PM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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Grateful Dead - On the Road Again
metallica - nothing else matters
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| 7/26/2008 1:27:02 PM |
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skipaway
Bartlett, IL
age: 43
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Simple Twist of Fate
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| 7/27/2008 10:54:56 AM |
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lostinwyoming
Evanston, WY
age: 50
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The Grateful Dead - Casey Jones
Metallica - Master of Puppets (S&M)
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| 8/3/2008 6:44:09 PM |
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skipaway
Bartlett, IL
age: 43
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Tons of steel - The Grateful Dead
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