“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

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Twitter Love: John Perry Barlow Lyrics

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 lyrics—of which my online persona “firewheelburnin” is taken from—were written by this man:

Source: dead.net

The music that I dance and go crazy to was written and played by this man:

Source: dead.net