Grateful Dead - Uncle John's Band (Studio Version)
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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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They've got that Romeo & Juliet on that Radio 3 thingy. Best thing about winter is 'Live from the MET'. Covent Garden tonight - fair play. Gil Scott Heron is the dog's
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cZiSgTTlHE
The Dead, eh? Oughta be a law. I've been out and about this evening after the fireworks and have consented to go to a gig by whom in Oxford come the New Year? .......
Suzanne Vega. Dear me, 1985, all over again. Pray for me.
Beyond divine intervention, Suzanne Vega; I do believe she speaks of herself in the third person, Throws up some weird chanteuses, the States, Janis Ian, Dory Previn, that awful, shrieking Teeth monster, Joni Mitchell, the oddball, Bonnie Raitt, her Intolerable Sweetness, Emmylou, but Vega is something peculiarly horrid, has she really been doing this stuff for twenty-five years? The nerve of some people, who do they think they are? Still, could be worse, could be Robert Plant, the most tedious man on Earth.
Mongoose, I assume someone else is buying the tickets....
"Their walls are built of cannon balls,
Their motto is - don't tread on me"
The song is of course about the band; God Bless Hunter - he and Dylan the finest poets in the US of A for some many years.
Of course, somebody else is buying Lilith, and there is a free Chinese supper beforehand too. I think I'll survive. De de der de, de de der de, de de der de, de de der de...
Then again.
I thought I read There is a Chinese stripper beforehand, now, there's a thought to curdle the milk of human kindness.
It is a mighty anthem, mr elby, all the better for its anglicised understatement.
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