Robert Hunter
Primary lyricist on Grateful Dead albums from Aoxomoxoa until the band formally retired the name with the death of Jerry Garcia.
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Shall we go, you and I, while we can? Through... the transitive nightfall of diamonds
There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live
I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels, but I would slave to learn the way, to sink your ship of fools.
Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.
Such a long, long time to be gone, and a short time to be here.
While you were gone, these spaces filled with darkness. The obvious was hidden. With nothing to believe in. The compass always points to Terrapin.
In another time's forgotten space, your eyes looked through your mother's face, Wildflower seed on the sand and stone, may the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away ... the dew
I see more of what leadership is about, in the absence of it. It's an instinct for good ideas. An aversion to bad ones. Compromise on indifferent ones. Power is another matter. Power is not leadership but coercion. People follow leaders because they want to.
When I was just a little young boy, Papa said "Son, you'll never get far, I'll tell you the reason if you want to know, 'cause child of mine, there isn't really very far to go."
In the secret space of dreams, Where I dreaming lay amazed, When the secrets all are told, And the petals all unfold. When there was no dream of mine, You dreamed of me
Sit back picture yourself swooping up a shell of purple with foam crests of crystal drops soft nigh they fall unto the sea of morning creep-very-softly mist...and then sort of cascade tinkley-bell like (must I take you by the hand, every so slowly type) and then conglomerate suddenly into a peal of silver vibrant uncomprehendingly, blood singingly, joyously resoundingbells....By my faith if this be insanity, thenfor the love of God permit me to remain insane.
Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.
There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night. And if you go, no one may follow. That path is for your steps alone.
There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.
Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.
See here how everything leads up to this day. And it's just like any other day that's ever been. Sun going up and then, the sun, it going down. Shine through my window, and my friends they come around.
Lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own
You who choose to lead must follow, But if you fall, you fall alone, If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home
Sometimes the light's all shining on me, Other times I can barely see, Lately it occurs to me, What a long strange trip it's been...
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