Roses

Sun, 05 Mar 2006 09:18:47 GMT

Grateful Dead

"It Must Have Been The Roses"

"Annie layed her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
in her long brown hair
I don't know, it must have been the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there"

Refrain

"Ten years the waves rolled the
ships home from the sea
Thinking well how it may blow
in all good company
if I tell another what
your own lips told to me
may I lay neath the roses
and my eyes no longer see"

Refrain

"One pane of glass in the window
No one is complaining though,
come in and shut the door
Faded is the crimson from the
ribbons that she wore
and it's strange how no one
comes round anymore"

Refrain

"Annie layed her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
in her long brown hair
I don't know, it must have been the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there"

Peace, Doc

Dedicated to Vermillion

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 11:22:01 GMT

What music do you suppose a shrink might enjoy? I have a wide range of taste in music from Bach to Beatles, from Pink Floyd to Ravel’s Bolero and Pavane. The following is a particular favorite when I simply need to vent. This is dedicated to vermillion. She will get it. The rest, just enjoy it.

Get Over it Eagles

From the album Hell Freezes Over (1994)

I turn on the tube and what do I see

A whole lotta people cryin' 'Don't blame me'

They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else

Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves

Victim of this, victim of that

Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

Get over it

All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit

Get over it, get over it

You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash

But you might feel better if they gave you some cash

The more I think about it, Old Billy was right

Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight

You don't want to work, you want to live like a king

But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it

If you don't want to play, then you might as well split

Get over it, Get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak

You're makin' the most of your losin' streak

Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain

You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain

You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown

Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down

Complain about the present and blame it on the past

I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it

All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit

Get over it, get over it

Get over it

It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit

Get over it, get over it

Peace, Doc

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Roses

Dedicated to Vermillion