all things Grateful Dead go here.
who was your favorite member of the band, john barlow or ram rod?
https://archive.org/details/gd92-02-21.smr-rehersal.8189.sbeok.shnf/smr_rehearsal08.shn
How to get into them? What are their best works?
Differs a lot, as you can't step in the same river twice as the same man. The big hits are excellent, live taped shows are what you want, but what got me where I couldn't help but be overwhelmed was the sad hearted stuff. Jerry loved a sad song, and they had plenty of them in their catalog.
The very best of is not a bad place to look, as albums go.
I remember them as the acid distribution network. I forgot they also played some music.
the band eclipsed the jedi masters in the end, and then the fanbase had a lot of character too, now that you mention it.
Why are they such a big deal? They sound like any other grandpa-rock band?
The fans.
>>7
These guys believe in free culture meaning they actively encourage fans to share their music. This attitude towards culture contradicts with other musicians who jealously guard their music and attack their "fans" who participate in sharing culture.
I have been listening to them a lot since this thread was made, mostly random concert recordings from archive.org. They are pretty nice to listen to.
choice cuts:
weather report suite one and two
it hurts me too
broken arrow
black throated wind
what's become of the baby
reuben and cherise
jackaroe
and of course drums/space
They write a three minute long song and then play it for fifteen minutes live.
sometimes longer, look at dark star.
a lot of jam bands sort of frame a jam with parts of a song, they sort of framed their songs with their gorgeous and fascinating improvisations.
Also, I truly do like "Pride of Cucamonga."
I can't get Scarlet Begonias out of my head.
Love is the only absolute reality.
im thankful that
its costly for you to be wrong too, i guess
or, can you afford to be wrong?
or do you believe in being wrong?
there is only correct to you,
i guess. may that last forever.... cuz so far, nobody last that long.
grateful that
i wont ever survive this all.
no one hears from abraham anymore either.
if i'm wrong, then hell and death forever is something i'd be ok with.
i've had time to weigh these options to the microgram.
Lowercase typing is putrid
OK YOU MADE A PRETTY DAMN FINE POINT.
...now im pretty sure the conflict is between large ones.
since only those kinds seems to take extra steps
walking blind. so fucking dumb.
so everyone knows the snake is gonna do that exactly? talk about foresight.
Is there some endless stream of Grateful Dead recordings, something like a radio, where I just can tune in and tune out? I know that there are tons of recordings on archive.org but they are 3-4 hours long and if I start one I feel like I have the duty to listen to the whole thing. So if I have just 30 minutes I won't even start one.
Used to be gdradio.net
Not sure if they're still around
There also used to be a pretty slick video service too. Gdvids? Had tons of beautiful streaming footage.
gdradio.net is really nice, thanks for pointing it out!
np
https://archive.org/details/gd1968-12-20.sbd.miller.89663.sbeok.flac16
Why is this show so short?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjzNsjOnX0M
They had two drummers but still needed Pigpen to play those bongos lol
Pigpen was the real soul of the band, which considering the others named and unnamed... I mean, wow, you know?
https://deadessays.blogspot.com/2011/04/pigpen-solo.html
What a tragic story.
With all that going on, he mostly just liked to drink. Sure he might have had some wild nights, but mostly liked to drink.
Out on the edge of an empty highway
Howling at the blood on the moon
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way
I can't hit that border too soon
Running hard out of Muskrat Flats
It was sixty days or double life
Hail on my back like a shotgun blast
High wind chimes in the night
Oh oh, the pride of Cucamonga
Oh oh, bitter olives in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin'
And I done some time
Since I came down from Oregon
There's a lesson or two I've learned
By standing in the road alone
Standing watching the fires burn
The northern sky it stinks with greed
You could smell it for miles around
The good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel
Sitting doing that git on down
Oh oh, the pride of Cucamonga
Oh oh, silver apples in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin'
And I done some time
I see your silver shining town
But I know I can't go there
Your streets run deep with poisoned wine
Your doorways crawl with fear
So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at
Where the weed grows green and fine
And wrap myself around a bush of that bright
Whoa, on Oaxaca vine
Yes, it's me, I'm the pride of Cucamonga
I can see golden forests in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin'
And I done some time
And I done some time
And I done some time
There is nothing I wouldn't do for you.
I need a woman 'bout twice my age
A lady of nobility, gentility and rage
Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw
We'll go right through the book and break each and every law
I got a feeling and it won't go away, oh no
Just one thing then I'll be OK
I need a miracle every day
I need a woman 'bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-dressed, a goddess of the night
Her secret incantations, a candle burning blue
We'll consult the spirits maybe they'll know what to do
And it's real and it won't go away, oh no
I can't get around and I can't run away
I need a miracle every day
I need a woman 'bout twice my weight
A ton of fun who packs a gun with all her freight
Find her in a sideshow leave her in L.A
Ride her like a surfer riding on a tidal wave
And it's real, believe what I say, yeah
Just one thing I got to say
I need a miracle every day
It takes dynamite to get me up
Too much of everything is just enough
One more thing I just got to say
I need a miracle every day
I need a miracle every day
I need a miracle every day (got to be the only way)
I need a miracle
Everyday
I need a woman 'bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-dressed, a goddess of the night
Her secret incantations, a candle burning blue
We'll consult the spirits maybe they'll know what to do
Bobby knows what's up! Is this song about his erectile dysfunction...?
I presume Bobby is geared up these days and has more pussy than you've had hot dinners. For realsies, yo.
it is funny as hell looked at from that angle though. lol for real.
Maybe he's got one of those inflatable cocks now, or the dick shot? Antidepressants? Dope? Booze? My God, there are a million options. Why the hell you got to beat on my old man for, that's a solid dude.
jerry may have been captain trips but phil was colonel cunillingus!
I was wondering about the extra verse in lovelight, this is pretty interesting: https://mypages.iit.edu/~ahrens/boxbackmiddy.htm
i was only aware of what was said in the annotated lyrics.
Amazing fragment for today: https://archive.org/details/gd1968-01-20.sbd.miller.97340.sbeok.flac16
The percussion was beautiful, and they were teasing elements of dark star in clementine, I think. Thanks for sharing! That was fire, listened to all of it.
Have you heard their black muddy river at soldier field 95? (Think it was)
I'm grateful for https://nitter.42l.fr/
a diss track
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMsp7jwrNs0
i waz feeling the beat on that one.
god has deadlines so we wait who snapped
>>43
Was that their last show? I did not listen to it yet. What I do now is that every day I go on the Grateful Dead collection on archive.org, click "this day in history", and start listening to the oldest concert. Then if I am in the mood I will listen to the others too, in chronological order, but it is very rare that I reach the 80s and 90s.
>>48 It was. Jerry finished his career in song that day. I thought "so many roads" was good, but that "black muddy river" was a suitable monument for what was at hand.
https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/grateful-dead/1995/soldier-field-chicago-il-3bd600ec.html
https://archive.org/details/gd1970-02-01.126275.sbd.lee-smith.flac16
Listen to "tuning", sounds like Pigpen escaped earlier!
Http://Deadhead.live
https://archive.org/details/gd1969-02-15.sbd.goodbear.2175.sbeok.shnf/gd69-02-15d3t01.shn
Pig on the harmonica for Cosmic Charlie, it sounds mean!
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=-W_C9EF3krA&feature=share
Bob Weir with The Wolf Bros
"Only a River' live.
Quite good.
Scheming, scheming, pretty momma don't you tell on me; I'm scheming back to my text board VIP.
Is it, or was it at the time they started, usual for American bands to play multiple shows at the same venue on consecutive days?
They used to have overnight camping for days, but I think that eventually fell from favor for a variety of reasons.
>>58
There's a longer version on Youtube that has more songs although the footage is black and white at places or has annoying visuals superimposed, plus the resolution is smaller. How was this remasters? Did the guy just run it through some upscaler and then leave it be?
>>60
Impressive, I wonder if we can get Jerry to answer our questions on SchemeBSS.
It is I, Jerry Garcia. I have come via deep seance to answer your deepest questions!
https://headyversion.com/song/103/grateful-dead/the-golden-road-to-unlimited-devotion/
They only played this banger twice? It's even on their best of album, why didn't they play it more often?
she's a neon light diamond
she can
live
on the streets
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John"
Come the morning, I'd always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Take me back to another morning, to a time so long ago
Where the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton fields are white as snow
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed
Looking back, I still remember, I was proud to be his friend
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John"
Come the morning, I'd always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
[Instrumental break]
Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg, traded for a chestnut mare
Lord, he never spoke in anger, though his load was hard to bear
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John"
Come the morning, I'd always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John"
Come the morning, I'd always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
I ain't never, best believe in that like it was the Gospel. But, like the taste of honey is sweet, take a s e c o n d b e s t at the Gospel. I ain't the only one.
Uh....
Business idea: a browser extension that plays samples of Pigpen telling you to get your hands out of your pocket and stop playing pocket pool every time you try to visit a porn site.
Whenever I am grateful for anything, I loose it.
https://www.dead.net/song/stranger-two-souls-communion
I had no idea this was written by Pigpen. That man was a genius. If only he could have lived a bit longer.
I thought his fling with Janis Joplin was cute.
Since it is the 50th anniversary of the '72 Europe tour, is anyone listening to those shows on the anniversary specifically?
I wish I could get the vinyl release, i bet that sounds heavenly and warm. Tuning in.
I am going to lose my mind if I can't figure out some way to get on summer tour somehow.
Gotta get on your gotta get on your gotta get on your gotta gotta gotta get on tour
Phil was the leader, really. Glue? Hah! Open your ears, open your heart.
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-04-11.sbd.thecore.4640.shnf
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-04-14.sbd.miller-repitched.76006.flac16
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd72-04-16.sbd.miller.18103.sbeok.shnf
that last one is pretty good. they're all together, and the tape hiss and warble sounds sort of beautiful, if you appreciate that kind of thing.
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-04-17.sbd.ashley-field.34032.sbeok.flac16
There's video of some of the songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkznlP29TjQ
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd72-04-21.fm.vernon.9380.sbeok.shnf
There's video of this out there, but annoyingly the audio is out of sync: https://vimeo.com/101359380 (starts at 4:50)
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd72-04-24.sbd-aud.cotsman.16332.sbeok.shnf
Sound quality is not very good on this recording :(
Yeah, I find tape noise charming, but that is just way too much decay. Another eternal moment captured and lost.
The official release has good audio quality if you can get your hands on it.
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-04-26.sbd.backus.12884.sbeok.shnf
This one is actually downloadable! But the track titles are off, "The Other One" is actually Drums and then the rest needs to be pushed one behind.
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-04-29.sbd.miller.125888.flac16
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-05-03.139539.sbd.16.track.reels.miller.clugston.flac16
>>88
Day 2: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-05-04.sbd.miller.77294.sbeok.flac16
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd1972-05-07.155550.aud.sirmick.flac16
This Feedback->What's Become of the Baby->Feedback is amazing: https://archive.org/details/gd1969-04-26.sbd.miller.97393.sbeok.flac16/gd69-04-26d3t05.flac
Today's show: https://archive.org/details/gd72-05-10.sbd.kaplan.1582.sbeok.shnf
https://archive.org/details/gd1977-05-08.mtx.seamons.97274.sbeok.flac16/gd77-05-08d1t01.flac
https://archive.org/details/gd1972-06-17.shure.melton.miller.116272.flac16
50th anniversary of Pigpen's last show. :(
wow need to listen to that one
This one is pretty funny and a bit sad:
how many dead heads does it take to screw in a light bulb??
none, they just let it burn out and then follow it around forever
listen to this
BRAAAAAP
Headyversion.com
dub
Deadhead Father Sits Patiently Through Millennial Daughter’s Story About Time She Ate Two Weed Cookies at Animal Collective Show
Goo balls!
Ligma balls!
>>102
no
hurts me too and boss charlie so far this year. pigpen's spirit lives on in song. the live stream tickets are really cheap, like less than 20$ I think? Some of these shows would be worth watching, I wonder if any recordings of the live streams of this year are going around? That John Mayer has a voice like an angel, I ain't got no problems with that.
>>104
There are some audience records on Archive.org, not sure how good they are:
https://archive.org/details/DeadAndCompany
awe ahit
wow dang that's some good being alive right there
Next time you see me things won't be the same
Next time you see me things won't be the same
If it hurts you, my darling, you only got yourself to blame
Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold
Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold
Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow
Well, you lied, cheated, whoa, for so long
Well, you lied, cheated, whoa, for so long
You were wrong to do it, woman, and another queen is on your throne
Next time you see me things won't be the same
Next time you see me things won't be the same
If it hurts you, my darling, you only got yourself to blame
Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold
Well, it's true, true saying, all that shines is not gold
Like the good book says, you gotta reap what you sow
hatpins of VIP quality
If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon, and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you, the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.
To one degree or another, everybody is connected to the Mystery, and everybody secretly yearns to expand the connection. That requires expanding the soul. These things can enlarge the soul: laughter, danger, imagination, meditation, wild nature, passion, compassion, psychedelics, beauty, iconoclasm, and driving around in the rain with the top down. These things can diminish it: fear, bitterness, blandness, trendiness, egotism, violence, corruption, ignorance, grasping, shining, and eating ketchup on cottage cheese.
Data in our psychic program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical, archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox. Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for no other reason than that most of us find acknowledging the unknowable and monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar and mundane more than a little embarrassing.
But say you've inflated your soul to the size of a beach ball and it's soaking into the Mystery like wine into a mattress. What have you accomplished? Well, long term, you may have prepared yourself for a successful metamorphosis, an almost inconceivable transformation to be precipitated by your death or by some great worldwide eschatological whoopjamboreehoo. You may have. No one can say for sure.
More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.
to the grateful anon: almost got you a pigpen dye, but didn't know if that was just right. i have a fresh and tasteful dancing bear pin if you're up to it. green dancing bear. lmk if ur game.
the livestreams might be worth a shot. the drums and space at wrigley field's first night were hard to live through, but cleaned out my karma real good sweating through the last five eterneties of it.
the love you have to get is the love you have to give.
I'm very grateful for that but I'm on a different continent.
https://archive.org/details/gd1972-07-18.sbd.miller.32878.flac16
After Ramble On Rose they talk about how Pigpen is very sick but will continue touring with them next year... I'm crying...
i am grateful for unicode
most of this year's dead and company is on archive.org with some pretty decent recordings.
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars start to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the southwest horizon
With the scream of an eagle on the fly
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
Black muddy river
Roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide
If you got another side
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river
Black muddy river roll
Black muddy river
Roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide
If you got another side
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river
Black muddy river roll
When it seems like the night will last forever
And there's nothing left to do but count the years
When the strings of my heart start to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
And sing me a song of my own
http://libgen.rs/book/index.php?md5=A38FEAB06BAF9EE966F9F6533927E00B
It outright says "It takes dynamite to get me up", idk what else it could be about.
>>116
Really feeling this one recently.
Sure don't know what I'm goin' for
But I'm gonna go for it for sure
So this is what they are actually singing. I thought it was just shamanic chanting or maybe some creole like Iko Iko. Looks like I will need to start taking English classes again.
"I have regretted some things I have said, never have i regretted my silence."
Thank God my family doctor never told me I need good loving for my fever, I would be dead by now.
Happy birthday to the most important thread on this site!
https://archive.org/details/gd1971-04-29.sbd.multitracks.miller.114350.flac16
This was pretty nice.
Im Grateful for niggers to remind me there are shittier people out there in the world
All three nights of d&c are available on archive.
That one show was pretty awesome. Bobby smiling pure joy when the blue and white lights spread out to rapture, 25,000 souls entwined, glory glory, "Inspiration, move me brightly"
Sorry I shot ya! I'll remember you fondly.
Kitchen sink and by gum, the beauty of a "good bye" done with style. Good bye? Maybe for a little while.
Catch you on the other side, Bobby!
Three nights of last shizzow.
Archive.org broke the "this day in history" and the "check for other copies" buttons.
>>128
Both are working again. Now we can get in the groove and let the good times roll!
I spent a whole week without listening to the Dead or JGB or any of the other off-shoots.
So where do you guys get your acid from?
I don't seek it out. It finds me every so often.
I never did any drugs other than alcohol.
It would be a fine boll, but the devil's got the weevils in it.
The warden led the prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden just before they reached my cell
Let my guitar playin' friend fill my request
Let him sing me back home a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Sing me away and turn back the year
Sing me home before I die
I recall last Sunday morning when the choir from off the street
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers there's a song my mother sang
Can I hear it before you travel on
Sing me back home a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Sing me away and turn back the year
Sing me back home before I die
Oteil burbridge who played bass for D&C has a new solo album called "lovely view of heaven" available where he pays tribute to a lot of Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter's teamwerk. Was it released in the last few days? Keepin' it fresh!
"dust off those rusty strings just one more time...
gonna make 'em shine"
The man's "mission in the rain" is majestic, for what it is... and for what it isn't, too, I suppose. Puts a small on my face, hope you'll check it out.
SMALL ON MY FACE
I think Ripple is overrated.
for review:
david gans - who killed uncle john?
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=3LAlkP5xPyo&si=pyeBrAAxMouPNUqO
i guess that it's hard to put it all together. i think that essentially i've got a lot of different angles on it, and people like, you hear for instance one group calling them "jerry bears" while the official cannon is that the bears were an homage to bear stanley's dancing, and first appeared on, what was it, bear's choice? I'm not sure, really. So some of this is piecemeal, but once in a while...
I think when the mk ultra experiments were rolling around, robert hunter got involved, along with some others, and what i was told unofficially was that the man was not only dosed and asked to describe the session in a vox humana that was a bit more verbose as an artist, but anyway, they showed them something in there that was hidden, powerful secrets that were not revealed, and then he was told more or less not to tell anyone about it.
i think more or less what was revealed were that, i mean, i can only surmise, but that for instance at the highest levels, that there are truths that the military interact with that most people never become aware of, but are in fact all actual reality, however it appears, that God and the very devil are in fact real, as best i can put it together.
i don't know how the rosicrucians are involved, or the freemasons, but just by sheer numbers it's certain to have drawn a strange and pretty doggone rough crowd.
i've heard that it was bread and circuses, and that it was allowed to go on because it gave people that would normally disrupt society and cause it to change unpredictably a place to go where they could escape from statist paycheck slavery. what a lot of good people found were prison, hell, and death. it was serious work being out there, and not always a very nice place.
i think that the eleusian mystery cult may have more or less had some presence over there, or it may have been sort of given a place to take root from watchers that were able to sort of sustain cross culturally, I only guess. you get out there and take a little or a lot if you can and then psychologically die, not just kind of, but like actually face up to eternity when you're ready. if you're ready to go, I don't know, but if you're willing to be brave and crazy enough to stick around and help, you wake up in a puddle of yourself swimming around in gravel with the whole universe inside you and your outside the whole universe. on pain of death I cannot say, but here it is, I suppose.
then the band plays out your heart up there on the stage, and it's not always easy. they know all your secrets, and they play them aloud to the crowd.
and sometimes, it was rumored, that you could hear the voice of God up there. I know it was told me in my time with them that you would hear the band, who was very very much aware of what was going on out there with a bird's eye view of things, it would as a whole interact with the crowd, and when you heard it, you heard it, but what I have found is that the voice of God, and friends, is the whole of life, the music of the spheres is your sensory apparatus and everything you're taking in is a dialog between darkness and light for you, if you should be crazy enough, to stand and to choose.
So, it actually was where the two of them were involved, I think, and the more you dealt with it, there it was.
I think, more or less as I understand it, that the grateful dead were a Christian band with sundry ties to the CIA and high places of human experience that are not accessible typically to the peasantry which made it their lives to ...interfere? interact? With the work being done out there. And I think this very well have meant God and Lucifer as well.
I have more to write, but I need to go right now.
Not the worst thing I've ever heard, but shockingly horrible nonetheless, and worthy of mention in the "wow, why did that had to happen?" sort of way. This is horrible. This is incredibly horrible. This is horrible.
Garcia (remixed) LP Giobbi
https://open.spotify.com/album/2gAQSmCJYvXjJj79f5CGl0?si=RIegguauSg-nQPmK1eR3tA
Dave McMurray & Bob James' cover of "If I had the World to Give" from the album Grateful Dedication is phenomenal and worth listening to.
This is a playlist of the American roots music that the boys drew inspiration from, or sometimes just flat out ripped off!
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=RDCLAK5uy_lylTt19ae-W0a6aHybGfo6dJ7j8PO0m8M&playnext=1&si=KIfsN1z_E8eF1WSe
I’m grateful for life, not the dead.
I’m in Hokkaido now eating cheesecake. Moo.
i'm grateful to this board
Can't win for trying.
I don't get Stella Blue.
All the years combine
They melt into a dream
** a man looks back at his life, and it's like remembering a day dream, like it was all just one fevered memory, one gigantic thought that's hardly real at all.
A broken angel sings
From a guitar
** a lament pours from a guitar, sadly, softly, like an angel that is malfunctioning like a broken machine, or perhaps with a broken spirit. Is it the singer of this song?
In the end there's just a song
** The idea that everything leads up to a moment, in this instance, just this idea of a sad song of regret and nostalgic lamentation.
Comes crying like the night (wind)
**Uncontrollable, irresistible, quietly, all encompassing
Through all the broken dreams
And vanished years
** A bit more discussion of regrets and dreams that didn't come to fruit as the reward of all the years gone by like hourglass sand
Stella Blue
**Not sure myself. John Galt?
When all the cards are down
There's nothing left to see
** In the face of the inevitable, when your cards have been played and a losing hand is all that's to be played (the inevitable end), there is an exhausted completion. Perhaps you've seen it all, but now there is no escape. It's over.
There's just the pavement left
**A symbol for the uncaring frame as an unmovable, uncaring fact of life.
And broken dreams
**Self explanatory
In the end there's still that song
Comes crying like the wind
Down every lonely street
That's ever been
**Even in the face of ultimate defeat, there is still the bittersweet song, the musical poetry of life, the blue, dark music of the spheres that is your tear stained life
Stella Blue
I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
**Where affairs, men on the run, drug deals, and long trips happen.
Can't win for trying
** Again, defeat, defeat,defeat
Dust off those rusty strings just
One more time
Gonna make em shine
**in the face of all of this, a choice is made to recapture the beauty of what's left in a reclamation of dreams that were given up on over a lifetime, to pick up their life again and make it a beautiful expression, like a Phoenix from the ashes, a reclamation of dreams abandoned and celebration of a darkening sky, a life not quite over yet
It all rolls into one
And nothing comes for free
** The facts of life are there, odds are there to beat, like Cohen says.
There's nothing you can hold
For very long
**Everything, everyone in your life isn't just on their way out of your life in loss (this too shall pass, all love rife with the prick of inevitable loss) but also that they are going through it also.
And when you hear that song
Come crying like the wind
It seems like all this life
Was just a dream
Stella Blue
**A recapsulation of the entire trip.
>>149
I get it now.
Devil may care, but what I think it was... Well, one may be wrong. Hopefully it's just some kind of haywire madness. Anyway.
The Freemasons to some degree, more directly the Rosicrucians (famed for their alchemical knowledge) had somehow, through ascendency from the knights Templar and other keepers of great and powerful secrets had come into possession of the mystery of Eleusis, and through the angel-inspired whiz bang gumball pinball Foosball concoction LSD were going to be able to guard and in sundry ways, through super elite paragon of human genius senator's son Bear Stanley, provide access to the mysteries to common seekers instead of this process only for the highest echelons of society such as the pope or the president of the united States through fantastic freaks like all Hubbard and Ron stark. Regular people could come and see the light.
The base teachings are essentially "new age" Christianity, and these bad boys rode with the hell's angels in tow and cooked it up on lot, with Bear bribing the local governments where they'd stop to look the other way. There were every sort there, and too many have paid with their lives, sanity, the fabrics of rational everyday reality in tatters, and some have even lost their souls trying to keep up with the pros living generationally with the band, show after show after show.
MKULTRA was just one tip of this crazy gobstopper. The house band for the acid test was almost going to be Tue Beatles, but they kept on past the pranksters that night, and so the champion jug band would have to play a new style no one had thought up before. Within a few years they had seen it all, and so you get your tickets, you read some very funny papers, two or three or five or a hundred or more, and you are shown the mystery, and you figure out the meaning of life in rain drops falling in a puddle of water, and then how it how's is some souls, like elijah on john the baptist, are sent back, and some see the light I AM, and you are either ready to go and see the other side and what happens, or you are crazy enough to stay at risk of certain peril to continue to help the great neurospiritual process of extremely unusual transformation of the world, and you come back down after a fall out induces by a very serious jam session that opened up heaven, all while you hear it: The Voice of God, as some would say, courtesy of Jerry Garcia.
Since my own translation (maybe I actually died) I have heard his voice speak to me not just through the music of the spheres, but through my entire sensory array, just as clearly and as beautiful as the day I was born.
Mkultra was where Robert hunter, ken Kesey, and others were more or less shown some very big secrets, such as that God and the Devil were real and that at the higher levels of intelligence work I guess, not sure, at certain levels of .gov and .mil endeavor, sometimes it was so plain that it was frightening. Then they were showed other things and dosed out of their gourds, and all of it, like a cosmic joke, they were told not to tell anyone.
So what did they do? They told everyone that would listen the truth as they could barely know it, incredible adventurers and geniuses of every sort, hidden in parables, songs, and riddles.
So, in the end, it was more than just a real good time, it was what you very well would expect to happen when the CIA (aka the company) the Rosicrucians, and Bear Stanley decide to set up a bread and circuces mass psychology reactor vessel that allowed people to explore visionary states in freedom and self sovereignty as well... A church!
So, I guess I wanted to write all this down as best as I was able before I am killed. But man, really, the music never stopped! Love you!
I prefer Ungrateful Unalive