Throwing Stones - Everything2.com

Lyrics: John Perry Barlow
Music: Bob Weir
First performed:

September 17, 1982 at the Cumberland County Civic Center in Portland, Maine.
Recordings:

In The Dark (studio 1987)

So Far (video 1987)

Ticket To New Year's (video 12/31/87)

Bob Weir & Rob Wasserman: Live (fall 1998)

Terrapin Station (Limited Edition) (3/15/90)

View From The Vault (video 7/8/90)

Dick's Picks Vol 17 (25 Sep 1991)

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Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free

Dizzy with eternity

Paint it with a skin of sky

Brush in some clouds and sea

Call it home for you and me

A peaceful place, or so it looks from space

A closer look reveals the human race

Full of hope, full of grace

Is the human face

But afraid we may lay our home to waste

There's a fear down here we can't forget

Hasn't got a name just yet

Always awake, always around

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves

As the night-time falls

And again the hunt begins

And again the blood wind calls

By and by, again, the morning sun will rise

But the darkness never goes

From some men's eyes

(Well I know)

It strolls the sidewalk and it rolls the streets

Staking turf, dividing up meat

Nightmare spook, piece of heat

It's you and me, you and me

Click flash blade in ghetto night

Rudy's looking for a fight

Rat cat alley, roll them bones

Need that cash to feed that Jones

And the politicians throwing stones

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice

Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price?

Money green, or proletarian gray

Selling guns instead of food today

So the kids they dance and shake their bones

And the politicians throwing stones

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think

If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink

History's page will be neatly carved in stone

The future's here, we are it, we are on our own

On our own, on our own, we're on our own

If the game is lost, then we're all the same

No one to place or take the blame

We will leave this place an empty stone

Or that shining ball of blue we call our home

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones

And the politicians throwing stones

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth

Singing black goes south while white goes north

And the whole world full of petty wars

Singing I got mine and you got yours

While the current fashions set the pace

Lose your step, fall out of grace

The radical, he rant and rave

Singing someone got to turn the page

And the rich man in his summer home

Singing just leave well enough alone

But his pants are down, his cover blown

And the politicians throwing stones

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones

'Cause it's all too clear we're on our own

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free

It's dizzying, the possibilities

Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Grateful Dead lyrics	The name of the town isn't really relevant, it's like many towns in America	Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down	John Perry Barlow
root log: October 2002	We Can Run	Grateful Dead	Ether Song
All the world's a stage	The Lottery	Bob Weir	in the dark
eternity	spook	jones	Paula Cole