Editor's note: Reprinted with permissions: Copyright Ice Nine Publishing.
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Grateful Dead lyrics.)
There's
mosquitoes on the river
Fish are
rising up like birds
It's been hot for seven weeks now
Too hot to even speak now
Did you hear what I just heard?
Say, it might have been a
fiddle
Or
it could have been the wind
But there seems to be a beat now
I can feel it in my feet now
Listen here it comes again
There's a
band out on the highway
They're high-stepping into town
It's a rainbow full of sound
It's
fireworks,
calliopes and
clowns
Everybody's dancing
Come on children, come on children
Come on
clap your hands
Sun went down in honey
And the
moon came up in wine
You know stars were spinning dizzy
Lord the band kept us so busy
We forgot about the
time
They're a band beyond description
Like
Jehovah's favourite choir
People joining hand in hand
While
the music plays the band
Lord they're setting us on
fire
Crazy
rooster crowing midnight
Balls of
lightning roll along
Old men sing about their dreams
Women laugh and children scream
And the band keeps playing on
Keep on dancing through to daylight
Greet the morning air with song
No one's noticed but the band's
all packed and gone
Was it ever here at all?
But they kept on dancing
Come on children, come on children
Come on clap your hands
Well the cool breeze came on
Tuesday
And the corn's a bumper crop
And the fields are full of
dancing
Full of
singing and
romancing
The music never stopped
The Grateful Dead
Blues For Allah
Lyrics: John Perry Barlow
Music: Bob Weir