From the Rolling Stone Special Collectors Edition 2013 “Bob came from Atherton–he’s from that really upper class trip, his folks are really wealthy and all that, he was like the Atherton kid who was just too weird for anybody.”- Jerry Garcia
“…and therefore require a bit of adventure in their music. We were happy to supply that.”- Bob Weir of The Grateful Dead in Rolling Stone
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.
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
Ah, Mother American Night, I’m lost from the light
Oh I’m drowning in you
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
Don’t leave me darkness, she is no lover
She hides the day
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 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
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
Please take a moment to go fuck yourself.
Extroverted and Inverted Expressions of Love from our beloved Bobby and Jerry!
It started on facebook…doesn’t it always? Totally spaced on a show until I saw it posted on the good ‘ol fb. Went to the event page and saw that a fellow deadhead needed a ride and lived closeby, so I went and picked him up.
Drove through the cold rain and snow and arrived at the ABC to a packed house. Met up with some folks I hadn’t seen in a while to dance and spill beer and get into some shenanigans.
I remember the first time I heard the song “Estimated Prophet” though I didn’t know the name of the song. My friend, Renee, would always talk about a song called “Estimated Prophet” and how she never got to hear it enough when we went to shows. And then finally—at either a Bob Weir & Ratdog or Furthur or Splintered Sunlight tribute show, I heard that song and we danced like crazy. And after the show, I said to Renee:
“You know, I really like that reggae-type song. The one that’s like, ‘Don’t worry ’bout me, no.’ And she goes, ‘THAT’S ESTIMATED PROPHET!’ And I was all, ‘Oh my god, we love the same song!'”
The music that I dance and go crazy to was written and played by this man:
Every Wednesday night that he can do it Bob Weir will be taking questions live online at TRI Studios in a program he is calling, “Weir Here.” Here’s the drill: TRI goes live with Bob Weir and who ever else decides to show up. Social media maven, Kim Schultz, will field questions live via Twitter to ask Bob and his guest(s). So tweet TRI and Bob Weir your questions live during the event or in advance using the hashtag #weirhere.
This Wednesday, January 23 at 5:30 pm PST, Bob will be joined by Dave Schools, the bassist from Widespread Panic. Ask them some questions and possibly hear some tunes! I have been lucky enough to get some passes and will be there live to hear your questions being answered. I can’t wait! It should be a fun event. Hope to see you all online at TRI Studios Wednesday!