MY NEW GRANDSON......
DAM HIPPY'S EVERYWHERE
.. most people think hippies stink
.. ..
.. some times it's true but
so do you .. ..
Just an old HIPPIE was on DEAD TOUR from around 78 till.......This is the END......
.. and the things I believe in.. . .. ..
.. If ya are what ya eat
most of ya are a pile of .. ..
.. ROTTING DEAD MEAT .. ..
..
.. DEAD MEAT
NO ANIMAL ON EARTH WILL HAVE PEACE...
UNTIL ALL ANIMALS ON EARTH HAVE PEACE .. ..
and this song
By the GREATFUL DEAD.....
"
..LISTEN and SING ALONG...... .. 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 to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves
and the nighttime falls
And again the hunt begins
and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Staking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of meat
It’s you and me…. you and me
Click, flashblade in ghetto night
. Rudies 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.
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way 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, they shake their bones
and the politicians throwing stones
Singing 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, it is thusly carved in stone
The future's here,
we are it,
we are on our own.
If the game is lost then we're all the same
No one left to place or take the blame
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball of bule we can call our home
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashions set the pace.
Lose your step, fall out of grace
And the radical he rant and rage
Screaming someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Screamming Just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear we're on our own
Picture a bright blue ball
just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities
. Ashes, Ashes all fall down
Ashes, Ashes all fall down
Ashes, Ashes all fall down
.. ..

O-HELL-O DAMN SHEEP

NO WAY YOU GET PEACE

OR A SAFE PLACE TO GRAZE--BAAAA

.. P- E - A - C - E?
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