Philly LOVE Not Fade Away

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Chronicles of the Dead: I was buying coffee at Grateful Beans coffee truck on campus and there was a young man wearing a baseball cap with the Philly LOVE symbol–the O was a 13-point lightning bolt. There were also wings on the back. So, I smiled and said to him, “NFA.” He laughed and was like, “Cool! I don’t really know what that means. My friend makes these hats.” So I took him to school.  Anyway, I also learned about a small jamband festival in Coatesville called Spring Scape that is apparently happening soon. ‪#‎NFA‬

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A poem for the last day of April

They say heat rises
I rise in the light. The fire outright.
I burn in your hand. Can you stand it?
In love and in fear—Can you hear my demands?
I’m calling the rain to put me out.
I’m cold in the same way. I’m told it’s a game we’re supposed play.
I’m old in the blue today.
I sold my heart to a bird of prey that flew away and turned into Sun…
And burned into One.

“I love June Carter, I do.”- Johnny Cash

Preserve the Dead: Johnny Cash (Feb 26, 1932 – Sep 12, 2003)

Happy birthday to the man in black who loved hard. From Letters of Note: I love June Carter, I do:

Letters of Note: I love June Carter, I do

“Won’t you please, oh, won’t you…Give me love…”

Image source: George’s Journal

Preserve the Dead: George Harrison (Feb 25, 1943 – Nov 29, 2001)

I was going to post “Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth) but I’ve decided, instead, that My Sweet Lord is one of the few songs that completely opens my heart. No matter what injustices rage beyond the borders of my home and country—no matter how empty and hollow I feel about living on Earth…

This song fills me.

“Dark angel, you’re making me blue. I guess it doesn’t matter…”

Image source: WIkipedia

Image source: WIkipedia

Just because I was curious, I decided to look further into the lyrics of John Perry Barlow, as I’d noticed a theme of darkness—either literally or figuratively—that manifests when he writes about women and love. In short, he’s a passionate dude and I like it. I’ll examine his astrology chart (along with Bob Weir’s—both Librans) at some point as well. Here are some excerpts that I found. Someone was kind enough to create a search function that puts all (or most of) his lyrics in one place.

Weather Report Suite Part 2: Let It Grow

She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter’s daughter
She’s brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water

Black Throated Wind

Ah, Mother American Night, I’m lost from the light
Oh I’m drowning in you

Devil I Know

The last time I saw the devil
She was smiling as she waved
She was taller than the Sutra tower
Staring down into my grave

Easy to Love You

Don’t leave me darkness, she is no lover
She hides the day

Hell in a Bucket

Now miss sweet little soft-core pretender,
Somehow baby got hard as it gets.
With her black leather chrome spiked suspenders,
Her chair and her whip and her pets.

Well we know you’re the reincarnation
Of the ravenous Catherine the Great.
And we know how you love your ovations
For the Z-rated scenes you create.
The Z-rated scenes you create.

I Need a Miracle

I need a woman ’bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-tressed, a goddess of the night
A secret incantation, candle burning blue
We’ll consult the spirits, maybe they’ll know what to do

Mexicali Blues

She said her name was Billie Jean and she was fresh in town
I didn’t know her stage-line ran from hell
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold

More Barlow songs here: http://www3.clearlight.com/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~acsa/findbarl.pl

“It’s a long lonely walk from Hell to the burying ground…”

The truth of love an unsung song must tell.
The course of love must follow blind,
Without a look behind.

– Reuben and Cerise, Lyrics by Robert Hunter, Music by Jerry Garcia

I cry and I sing and I sway and I dance and I mourn and I rejoice and I love

and I love…

and I love…

and I love…

and I love…

and I love…