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Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues
Lyrics: Bobby Peterson
Music: Phil Lesh/Brent Mydland


Reprinted with permissions copyright Ice Nine Publishing


This was played once, on 27 March 1986. The lyrics are pretty hard to decipher, and what follows is no more than a brave attempt.


Halfway past two on Monday through the silence looms
Rode into town while here to the far with the riders and then the poor
Hot damn, it's Mother's Day, don't you all look fine
Promenading down long car ocean, yes it's nice and sipping wine

They got poets, shuckers and godzilla's grandmother
Sweet little frozen no suit
We got Speed Racer and his arcade androids
Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues

See a lover may I tighten your cab?
Honey may I loosen your load?
Here along to hand grenade while I ...

I remember some chicks from the skid row
Come along the city streets too
Silly says, I say it once, for you it's cold steel and slow

Its sounds have all ruptured, it sounds just like glass
Suspect out in the corners, shouting verse and kickin' ass
I felt the city have a nine league, that'll make the 6 o'clock news
Speed Racer and the band here playing

As I recall I went for the window, but I never did get to it
Hit me hard with his hickory stick, was the last thing I saw that year
Drag me down and tangle, you can read the charges if you please
Pray thirty days that one yourself, but then figure we'll lick a few

But honey when I try to look up
Don't want to let me loosen your load
Here along take this grenade for me, while I

The fore runner radiates wild help up far now, gun ships pass so far
Reminds me of old, silly, and how we did it all over
Did it all over, did it all over the road

We got poets, shuckers and Godzilla's grandmother
Sweet little frozen no suit
We got Speed Racer and his arcade androids
Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues



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