Unbroken Chain
-The Grateful Dead-
After listening to Phil Lesh’s most hauntingly beautiful masterpiece and this everlasting tribute to Jerry's staccato medley with Keith Godchaux’s jazz infused, classical chops and Donna’s sparkling, angelic siren-soprano backup, I think about Obama’s faux hope and change hustle going around and why more unnamed people than ever are placing themselves in front of Caltrain locomotive engines on a weekly basis.
Unbroken Chain
Lyrics: Bobby Petersen
Music: Phil Lesh
Blue light rain, whoa, unbroken chain
Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pain
Listening for the secret, searching for the sound
But I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds
Willow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder why
They say love your brother but you will catch it when you try
Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss
Ride you out on a cold railroad and nail you to a cross
November and more as I wait for the score
They're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door
A slow winter day, a night like forever
Sink like a stone, float like a feather
Lilac rain, unbroken chain
Song of the Saw-Whet owl
Out on the mountain it'll drive you insane
Listening to the winds howl
Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls
Unbroken chain of sky and sea
Unbroken chain of the western wind
Unbroken chain of you and me.
Happy Friday, Loserettes!
-2Truthy
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