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(be…grateful to the dead grateful…to the dead etc…).To the punks and poets and the sinners and the stars To the maniacs jamming on their rock guitars You gave your life you couldn’t help yourself You paved the way for all of us ( grateful…to the dead )…Was it too much coke or too much juice Did? you choke on a sandwich or simply get too loose Did? the heroin overload your scarred mainline We? remember you when…you were fine Lie Lie Lie Lie, Lie Lie Lie, Lie Lie Lie, Lie Lie Lie Lie Life’s a long song said, the Scotsman life’s, a long song said, the Scotsman Jimmie your slide was outa-sight and Janis’ bluesy diatribes Can keep us rocking’ ‘till we can see the colors in Pig Pen’s LSD Lie Lie Lie Lie, Lie Li Li, Li Li Li, Li Li Li Li Li, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li, Li Li Li Li Li Li Li (Life’s a long song said, the Scotsman life’s, a long song said, the Scotsman) And Bob you won the smoke-a-thon With ganja man in a dirty bong And some got close but still escaped There’s. Eric’s Pete’s, and, Ginger’s fate And all the punks whose names aren’t known There’s more poets coming you’re, not alone Time’s running out we’re on our way To join that peaceful band someday Where the drugs aren’t needed cause, the pain don’t hurt (we’re grateful to the dead grateful…to the dead) And the noise is screaming but my ears aren’t worse (grateful to the dead grateful…to the dead) A Head once said that heaven is a place Where nothing ever happens (Byrne baby Byrne) But there’s more great ones gone and more who are coming So keep the doors unlocked and the guitars strummin’ But it’s really a place where all Feet are tapping shoes, are stomping Hands, are clapping fists, are bumping And no one needs an Ipod anymore (we’re! grateful to the dead) And though your time has passed away The memory’s strong not gone astray We’ll sing with you another day And what you left is here to stay There’s Sid the Vicious punk and Joey too But Kurt “grunged” it out and made it new And Keith and John Who were you Waiting? for Frank and George when they came through And Jerry wasn’t far behind At least all three made it past their prime He finally got his finger back And no one needed their bag of smack Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie, Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie And John shot from Liverpool Imagine all the people (in the Wellington Arrangement) Imagine, all the people (and the Lords of T O.N.K.).?He imagined all the people (does anyone know Louis Travis )?Imagined, all the people (Watts that Charlie ? Mick, & Keith are getting close) Imagine, all the people Hey… isn’t, that Elvis I just saw and…there’s Jack Bruce, And the Sublime Bradley Nowell Please kiss me under the Holly Buddy, Oh I Wood Ron, but, you’re not supposed to be here yet But there’s you’re Stonemate Brian and, Bill asking Wy-man And? I think I, think I see Elvis again and…Neil’s Young friend Danny Whitten And Barrett and, Tosh and Bonham and, Gibb On… to Nico and Bolan Ray, Vaughan Cornick, Turn the Page Plant’s, on his way as…are All The Young Dudes (Life’s a long song said, the Scotsman life’s, a long song said, the Scotsman) I hear lots of Traffic but the real Jethro Tull is nowhere in sight But I see Glascock and Craney The Mercury rose too high for that Queen Freddie too And my cousin Vic DeLucas and the rest of the Ramone brothers Hey is, that Ringo and Paul Chuckin’ Berries from earth And more like Welnick Mydland, and Godchaux Who were among the Dead before they were gone And all the punks whose names aren’t known “Noble” (Nobel) Bob Dylan’s coming you’re, not alone Time’s running out we’re on our way To join that peaceful band someday Imagine all the people (Chris Wood) imagine, all the people (Red Hot Slovak) He imagined all the people (the Wilson Brothers) Imagined, all the people (Ronnie Van Zandt) Imagine, all the people Where… the drugs aren’t needed cause, the pain don’t hurt And the noise is screaming but my ears still work A Head once said (Byrne) that heaven is a place (coined) Where nothing ever happens (Radiohead) The Spider Martian Ronson's gone and Bowie has come in Keep the doors unlocked and the guitars strummin’ But it’s really a place where all Feet are tapping shoes, are stomping Hands, are clapping fists, are pumping And all you hear is Rock ‘n Roll roar it’s…The Cure And! though your time has passed away (Come on All You Young Dudes and …High-Heeled Boys) The memory’s strong not gone astray We’ll sing with you another day (Smash those Pumpkins) And what you left is here to stay Of course now we owe a big debt To all the great black bluesman who got this started (Imagine all the people life’s…a long song )…They gave us the Moody Blues and…(Imagine all the people life’s…a long song )…If you live on The Edge Bono you, too (U2) will be here sooner than you think Even that animal Eric won’t be a Burdon and, Chris can playCold What will happen when the other Boss gets here I, wonder Stevie…And? aren’t The Zombies already undead and….the real irony is that We’ll be looking forward to the Sting from the Police We’ll work out ALL the Kinks (life’s…along song imagine…all the people) More Les …Paul …Morrissey’s…Girlfriend is out of her Coma And John Barleycorn is really dead So… a-Muse-ing….Here………we go Berry… “re-cycled” Duane’s way out But was your blood clear from doubt And then there’s Michael the, King of Pop With the world at his feet danced; on the moon a lot And Jim was found in a tub in France But he opened Doors Lit, My Fire to dance And Lou of course who made his way With Velvet is, back Underground today Where the drugs aren’t needed cause, the pain don’t hurt And the music’s blaring but my ears still work A Head once said that heaven is a place Where nothing ever happens But there’ll be new wave action Costello’s a coming Attraction So keep the doors wide open and the guitars thrashin’ I think it’s a place where we’ll all Be playing Dominos on a steady diet of Chili Peppers And Johnny isn’t Rotten anymore this!...is pure Nirvana! …And! though your time has passed away (and no one needs Pandora we…have a Prince )!The memory’s strong not gone astray We’ll sing with you another day And what you left (think 100 Years After) Is here to stay Yes… it’s, here to stay
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