DANCERS.SURF
DANCERS.SURF
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ALICIA KEYS
BOB DYLAN
GRATEFUL DEAD 1977
Lyrics by Robert Hunter
Vocals, David Gans
The day the constitution became a metaphor
I was laying tile on my lady's kitchen floor
A lot of troubled thoughts ran through my mind
But I kept laying tile in the same straight line
Walk a crooked mile, hell, you might as well walk ten
Meet your old self coming round the corner of a bend
Nothing new here, why should we pretend?
The trumpets of the ocean in a broken-hearted blend
The trumpets in the midnight, trumpets in the dawn
Trumpets of the queen's rook, trumpets of the pawn
Trumpets in the stratosphere, trumpets of the rock
The trumpets of the sky boat, sailing into dock
The trumpets of the ocean howl, let them roar
Let them wail, let them soar
Thunder in the belly of the whale never more
GRATEFUL DEAD
BOB DYLAN, GEORGE HARRISON & RINGO STARR
ROCK 'n ROLL HALL OF FAME
MAVIS STAPLES & JOHNNY LANG
BOB WEIR & WOLF BROS.
GRATEFULDEAD
Why Bob Dylan Won The Nobel Prize
You can call him author & read his book
You can say he’s this great writer or that doctor with the look
You can call him the actor & see him in a movie role
If the artist were a wheel we’d pay to see him roll
He’s the best at what he does whatever that may be
Playin’ the guitar & harp & keys to history
Who can say it better like the wind that blows
He's a bandleader who knows life is like a rose
Students of his comparative literature
Recognize him by the sound of his signature
Beat on the instrument of present communication
Launching poems transformed by rhythm
Into songsheets on the workstation
As we listen to him in our English class
We write with inspiration & wise sass
Bring our poems wherever we go
Motivating us to keep on as we grow
In the shadow reflect 'n glow
Watchin' the river flow
lookin' to see
painting a picture
still as can be
GREEN RIVER, Cora, Wyoming
BIRD SONG
Bob Weir & Wolf Bros. with Mikaela Davis
