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Turn off your mind relax and float down stream
It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.

Yet you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing

And ignorance and hate mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not leaving, it is not leaving

So play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
 
Well, the clock says it's time to close now


I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
 







Peter Tork, endearingly offbeat bassist and singer in the Monkees, dies at 77
https://www.washingtonpost.com/loca...9cf4ae-35ee-11e9-854a-7a14d7fec96a_story.html

Peter Tork, a blues and folk musician who became a teeny-bopper sensation as a member of the Monkees, the wisecracking, made-for-TV pop group that imitated and briefly outsold the Beatles, died Feb. 21. He was 77.

His death was confirmed by his sister Anne Thorkelson, who did not say where or how he died. Mr. Tork was diagnosed with adenoid cystic carcinoma, a rare cancer affecting his tongue, in 2009.

If the Monkees were a manufactured version of the Beatles, a “prefab four” who auditioned for a rock-and-roll sitcom and were selected more for their long-haired good looks than their musical abilities, Mr. Tork was the group’s Ringo, its lovably goofy supporting player.

On television, he performed as the self-described “dummy” of the group, drawing on a persona he developed while working as a folk musician in Greenwich Village, where he flashed a confused smile whenever his stage banter fell flat. Off-screen, he embraced the Summer of Love, donning moccasins and “love beads” and declaring that “nonverbal, extrasensory communication is at hand” and that “dogmatism is leaving the scene.”

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The Brilliant Uncertainty of the Grateful Dead’s ‘Dark Star’
Fifty years ago, the band recorded the most entrancing version of its most hypnotic composition.
Opinion | The Brilliant Uncertainty of the Grateful Dead’s ‘Dark Star’


50 Years Ago the Grateful Dead Performed Live/Dead’s Epic “Dark Star”
50 Years Ago the Grateful Dead Performed Live/Dead's Epic "Dark Star"

On Feb. 27, 1969, the Grateful Dead performed what some believe to be the finest “Dark Star” of their career. At the very least it’s a fan-favorite that has turned-on many listeners over the years through its appearance on Live/Dead. In honor of this anniversary we present this classic take on the song along with some other choice versions.


 


Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door
Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door
'Cause there's a man down there, might be your man I don't know
Lord you got me trapped a woman, up on the second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more
So raise your window baby, I can ease out soft and slow
And Lord, your neighbors, no they won't be
Talking that stuff that they don't know
 


I don't care how much I pay (too much, Magic Bus)
I want to drive my bus to my baby each day (too much, Magic Bus)

I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it (you can't have it)
Thruppence and sixpence every day
Just to drive to my baby
Thruppence and sixpence each day
'Cause I drive my baby every way
 


Now they're planning the crime of the century
Well what will it be?
Read all about their schemes and adventuring
It's well worth a fee
So roll up and see
And they rape the universe
How they've gone from bad to worse
Who are these men of lust, greed, and glory?
Rip off the masks and let see
But that's no right oh no, what's the story?
But there's you and there's me
That can't be right
 


Whoa thought it was a nightmare
Lord it was so true
They told me don't go walking slow
The devil's on the loose

Better run through the jungle
Better run through the jungle

Better run through the jungle
Whoa don't look back to see
 


Yes I get the blues and it hurts me deep inside
Yes I get the blues and it hurts me deep inside
That's why I'm gonna pack my bags I'm gonna leave this town and ride

Last night I lay sleeping I tell you babe I was sleeping by myself
Last night I lay sleeping I tell you babe I was sleeping by myself
The one I really love with is on the other side of town sleeping with somebody else.

I love my baby Yeah, God only knows I do
 
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