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Title: St. Stephen Post by: cineater on August 02, 2008, 09:59:47 PM Pretty quiet over at the Dizzy Board this weekend thought I'd come chat with you guys. St. Stephen is a Dead song. It was written long before Axl but I seem to find him here just the same. I'll give you the lyrics, some of it is easy and you'll see the connect right off others i need a little help with. Who was watering the garden was me and my buddy Lars but that was a long time ago so maybe the time for this being Axl's song has past.
Saint Stephen with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain Stephen prosper in his time Well he may and he may decline Did it matter? does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket hanging clear to hell Hell halfway twixt now and then Stephen fill it up and lower down And lower down again Lady finger dipped in moonlight Writing `what for?' across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned Several seasons with their treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills One man gathers what another man spills Saint Stephen will remain All he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and the foam Been here so long he's got to calling it home Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman Spinning that curious sense of your own Can you answer? Yes I can, but what would be the answer to the answer man? High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the twining shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the sun Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze Wonder who will water all the children of the garden when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky... William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before Title: Re: St. Stephen Post by: cineater on August 02, 2008, 10:02:08 PM Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned One of my favor parts. Think that is the pencil and all the written words about Axl. Sorry I forgot I have to run to the store but I'll be back in a bit. Playing my Dead collection and having a good time. |