2008-08-29, 08:36 PM
No Grateful Dead, no Jimi Hendrix, what is this generation coming too!
C'mon, am I the only 17-year-old hippie left? There's gotta be more.
Ripple by the Dead is full of quotes.
EDIT: Forget it, I simply have to post the whole song, there's too many great quotes:
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
Its a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps theyre better left unsung.
I dont know, dont really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
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.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
If you take a minute and analyze that, there's so much to it. Now China Cat Sunflower, I think Robert Hunter was just plain stoned when he wrote that.
C'mon, am I the only 17-year-old hippie left? There's gotta be more.
Ripple by the Dead is full of quotes.
EDIT: Forget it, I simply have to post the whole song, there's too many great quotes:
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
Its a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps theyre better left unsung.
I dont know, dont really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
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.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
If you take a minute and analyze that, there's so much to it. Now China Cat Sunflower, I think Robert Hunter was just plain stoned when he wrote that.

