"Ashes, Ashes" (Or "How Jerry Fucking Garcia Would Blog About The Last 5 Years If He Were Alive")
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity,
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
But afraid, we lay our home unto waste.
There’s a fear down here we can’t forget
Hasn’t got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singin' ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men’s eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
It's taking turf, dividing up the meat.
A nightmare; A spook, piece of heat,
It's you and me,
You and me...
Click, flashblade in ghetto night
Rudie’s looking for a fight
Rat cat alley roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Anyway they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns instead of food today.
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical he rants in rage,
Singing someone forgot to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover’s blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause it’s all too clear we’re on our own
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down...
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It’s dizzying, the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes all fall down
Ashes, ashes all fall down
Dizzy with eternity,
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
But afraid, we lay our home unto waste.
There’s a fear down here we can’t forget
Hasn’t got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singin' ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men’s eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
It's taking turf, dividing up the meat.
A nightmare; A spook, piece of heat,
It's you and me,
You and me...
Click, flashblade in ghetto night
Rudie’s looking for a fight
Rat cat alley roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Anyway they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns instead of food today.
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical he rants in rage,
Singing someone forgot to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover’s blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause it’s all too clear we’re on our own
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down...
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It’s dizzying, the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes all fall down
Ashes, ashes all fall down
Grateful Dead
"Throwing Stones (Ashes Ashes)"
1987
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