Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight…

Ladyfinger dipped in moonlight...

writing “what for?” across the morning sky…

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“It’s not your business how it’s done. You’re lucky to get through…”

Lyrics by Robert Hunter, Music by Jerry Garcia

Just a song of Gomorrah
I wonder what they did there
Must have been a bad thing
to get shot down for

I wonder how they blew it up
or if they tore it down
Get out, get out, Mr Lot
and don’t you look around

Who gave you your orders?
Someone from the sky
I heard a voice inside my head
in the desert wind so dry

I heard a voice telling me to flee
The very same voice I always believe
Said: a lot of trouble coming
but it don’t have to come to you
I’m sparing you so you can tell
the rest what you been through

But don’t you turn around, no
Don’t look after you
It’s not your business how it’s done
You’re lucky to get through

You’re a good upstanding man
A credit to the flock
But if you don’t face straight ahead
You could not stand the shock

Blew the city off the map
Left nothing there but fire
The wife of Lot got turned to salt
because she looked behind her

Because she looked behind
Because she looked behind
[etc]

Eyes Across the World: 40-Year Anniversary of Eyes of the World

eyes acrossTonight at 11:30EST, there will be a happening. Tribute bands all around the world will play the Grateful Dead’s “Eyes of the World” to celebrate the 40th anniversary of when it was first played.

Join the movement at: Eyes Across the World on Facebook. See video and Annotated Lyrics by Robert Hunter below.

Right outside this lazy summer home
you don’t have time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away

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

There comes a redeemer
and he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him
that’s loaded with clay
and the seeds that were silent
all burst into bloom and decay

The night comes so quiet
and it’s close on the heels of the day

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

Sometimes we live no
particular way but our own

Sometimes we visit your country
and live in your home

Sometimes we ride on your horses
Sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear
are just songs of our own

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

1-17-13 Four Rivers

“It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken. Perhaps they’re better left unsung. I don’t know, don’t really care. Let there be songs to fill the air.” Lyrics by Robert Hunter, Sung by The Grateful Dead

The Quotidian Hudson

Decided to play a bit with some of the presets in Lightroom. Love to hear what anyone thinks.

All opinions requested.

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