Don't get out
Hit upon 'em, Joe
You can raise the barn yourself
As you're kickin' in the sun, yeah
Hit upon 'em, Joe
You can raise the barn yourself
As you're kickin' in the sun, yeah
Then I learned to play some lead guitar
I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a "J"
And when I came back to the room
Everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play
And it was late in the evening
And I blew that room away
Mother do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh ah,
Mother will she break my heart?
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Happy 80th birthday to Phil Lesh!
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed
One afternoon long ago
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don't know where I am goin' to
Silk suit, black tie,
I don't need a reason why
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man
Not a meme, as such, but something my nephew posted on FB today:
"Life hack: Low on toilet paper? Go to CVS purchase a couple items. Place receipt on a roll in the bathroom."
'Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down
And there's not another living soul around
Then you woo me until the sun comes up
And you say that you love me
All I'm askin'
Is for a little respect when you get home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(Just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)
And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
And it's 1, 2, 3
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
And it's 5, 6, 7
Open up the pearly gates
Ah, ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee!
We're all gonna die
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.