Let my inspiration flow

[ET Awful]

in token lines suggesting rhythm
that will not forsake me
till my tale is told and done

While the firelight's aglow
strange shadows in the flames will grow
till things we've never seen
will seem familiar

Shadows of a sailor forming
winds both foul and fair all swarm
down in Carlisle he loved a lady
many years ago

Here beside him stands a man
a soldier by the looks of him
who came through many fights
but lost at love

While the storyteller speaks
a door within the fire creaks
suddenly flies open
and a girl is standing there

Eyes alight with glowing hair
all that fancy paints as fair
she takes her fan and throws it
in the lion's den

"Which of you to gain me, tell
will risk uncertain pains of Hell?
I will not forgive you
if you will not take the chance"

The sailor gave at least a try
the soldier being much too wise
strategy was his strength
and not disaster

The sailor coming out again
the lady fairly lept at him
that's how it stands today
you decide if he was wise

The storyteller makes no choice
soon you will not hear his voice
his job is to shed light
and not to master

Since the end is never told
we pay the teller off in gold
in hopes he will come back
but he cannot be bought or sold



Inspiration, move me brightly
light the song with sense and color,
hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
faced with mysteries dark and vast
statements just seem vain at last
some rise, some fall, some climb
to get to Terrapin

Counting stars by candlelight
all are dim but one is bright:
the spiral light of Venus
rising first and shining best,
From the northwest corner
of a brand-new crescent moon
crickets and cicadas sing
a rare and different tune

Terrapin Station
in the shadow of the moon
Terrapin Station
and I know we'll be there soon

Terrapin - I can't figure out
Terrapin - if it's an end or the beginning
Terrapin - but the train's got its brakes on
and the whistle is screaming: TERRAPIN

[EstimatedProphet]

1. Ah, Terrapin...wonderful song. Here's another one:

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver beads pass into the sea

She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear

Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring; black dirt live again

The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield

Chorus
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
And listen to the thunder shout
I am, I am, I am, I am

So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall

[Squeech]

2. Picture a bright blue ball just spinning spinning free

Crazy with the possibilities...

I would continue, but a Spanish lady just laid on me this rose.

[ET Awful]

3. As long as you don't get busted for smilin' on a cloudy day it's alright!

:)

[ET Awful]

4. I've always really loved this line from that song:

What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin

[Search Party]

5. one of my all time jerry vocals:

All of my friends, come to see me last night,
I was lying in my bed and dying.
Annie Bonneau from Saint Angel
say the weather down here so fine.

Just then the wind come squalling thru the dark,
but who can the weather command?
Just want to have a little peace to die,
and a friend or two I love at hand.

Fever roll up to a hundred and five,
roll on up gonna roll back down.
One more day I find myself alive,
tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground.

See here how everything lead up to this day,
and it's just like any other day that's ever been.
Sun going up and then the sun going down.
Shine thru my window and my friends they come around,
come around, come around.

The people might know, but the people don't care
that a man can be as poor as me,
take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain,
now let's come run and see, run and see,
run and see, run, run and see, and see.

[Zero Gravitas]

6. nothing left to do but

smile smile smile

I have a tape of them doing Terrapin at Alpine Valley (I was at the show but didn't make the tape) Jerry is jamming and you can't really tell what the song is, then you can hear someone in the crowd saying "he's playing Terrapin" and then the tune becomes recognizable. Great stuff.