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