Uncle John & Phil Lesh
FRANKLIN´S TOWER
Uncle John, vocals
Music by Terrapin Family Band
with Phil Lesh (Grateful Dead)
Terrapin Crossroads, San Rafael, CA
Video recording
In Franklin's tower the four winds sleep Like four lean hounds, the lighthouse keep Wildflower seed on the sand and wind May the four winds blow you home again
SE AMAN (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER)
Uncle Jhon, vocals,
Music by Ross James & Alex Koford, guitars
Jason Crosby, keyboards
Brian Hasrap, bass
Danny Luering, drums
Performed in Spanish
Video recording 12/26/2018
Terrapin Crossroads, San Rafael, CA
Merry run around, navegando arriba y
abajo
Buscando un empujón en alguna dirección
Lo tengo desde arriba, no es nada que puedas detener
Señor, sabes que hicieron una buena conexión.
Se aman, Señor, puedes ver que es verdad.
Señor, puedes ver que es verdad, Señor, puedes ver que es verdad.
Podría pasar su tiempo en otra línea.
Pero sabes que él eligió este lugar junto a ella.
No te interpongas en el camino, no hay nada que puedas decir.
Nada que necesites agregar o hacer
Se aman, Señor, puedes ver que es verdad.
Señor, puedes ver que es verdad, Señor, puedes ver que es verdad.
Lord, you can see it´s true.
CITY OF GOLD
Uncle John, vocals, acoustic guitar
Sweetwater Music, Mill Valley, CA
Soundboard recording
There is a City of Love
Surrounded by stars and the powers above
Far from this world and the stuff dreams are
made of
There is a City of Love
TANGLED UP IN BLUE
Uncle John, vocals, acoustic guitar
Caffe Lena, Saratoga Springs, NY
City
of Gold/Tangled Up In Blue
Songs by Bob Dylan
Art by Jerry Garcia
She opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
Every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to
you
Tangled up in blue
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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 morning brings
But the heart has its seasons, it's evenings
and songs of its own