Ghost of Ethan Hunt
The Official Ghost of Space Ghosts Monkey
Vanilla ICE...Stop, Collaborate & Listen
you know the song, now it's stuck in your head.
you know the song, now it's stuck in your head.
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I like the idea of the GD, but was never a huge fan of the actual band. A good friend in college (I went to EMU) loved those guys and would sometimes travel around with them, and I respected that. On the night Jerry Garcia died, all the deadheads, my friend Art included, held a candlelight vigil at Frog Island. My buddy Rob and I were into far more aggressive music than that, but we went just for the hippy chicks lol.
I recently read a quote from Paul McCartney (my favorite Beatle): He was asked what it was like to be in the greatest band ever & he replied, "I don't remember being the in Grateful Dead."I echo that sentiment. Jam bands in general never really appealed to me. I can tolerate Phish because I saw them come in and rule on a episode of SNL.
I'm a punker at heart, but I can do mellow music, just not the jammer type. I will say, the fanbase of The Dead speak about the shows like a religious experience. I don't even talk about the 1st Lollapalooza like that. Heart-on-the-sleeve me bought the Butthole Surfers shirt as a memento instead of the general Lala shirt which is Gen X platinum by now.
Salt in my eyes, stinging my brain
It's been forty odd days since we've been clean
Crawl in the cave looking for light
but the ceiling descends and still it's dark
Hey there, don't declare optimist it's clear you resist
I try all the time to get it right and still it persists
Touched that you think I'm a heartless old crank
and there's things that I've done to convict me of that
Try to look out eyes straight and fast
but I've struggled of late, my head in the past
Hey there, don't despair get in the cave
We live day and night to find the right sort of light
Bored of the truth I return to my youth
drinking Breaker at night in the cold Duchess light
Out by the fence there's a shout that I'm dead
Get me out of this place, I'll take casuals another day
All gates are locked, there's no way I can walk
and the paths that I took led me into the swamp
Even this trusty accomplice gets rusty
I'm not being cruel but your brain never ruled
I've seen the trauma of lives that were squandered
but I'm not to blame for showing restraint
Hey there, don't declare optimist
I try every night to get it right
And still
[Something just f***ing ran out behind me I swear to God
Probably a f***ing moth knowing you
Why don't you go back and see then?
Well naw]
No path of truth led me where I could walk
but the lies that I made led me out of the swamp