You gotta wonder how many aging CD players are kept in service just for that line of non-streaming Grateful Dead official releases.
You gotta wonder how many aging CD players are kept in service just for that line of non-streaming Grateful Dead official releases.
It doesn’t demand as much work from the listener as I’d thought (and as someone who only knew of it from Scott Cooper’s film would probably assume.)
It doesn’t demand as much work from the listener as I’d thought (and as someone who only knew of it from Scott Cooper’s film would probably assume.)
Bruce likens our quests to wrest meaning from the universe to poking a dead dog with a stick.
Bruce likens our quests to wrest meaning from the universe to poking a dead dog with a stick.
“My father's house shines hard and bright/
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night/
Calling and calling so cold and alone:
Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned”
Just great stuff all around. 👏
“My father's house shines hard and bright/
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night/
Calling and calling so cold and alone:
Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned”
Just great stuff all around. 👏
In the style of a folk ballad w/no refrain, in a hypnotizing performance, he relates a vision (dream), then a gut-punch scene.
“I told her my story and who I'd come for/
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"
In the style of a folk ballad w/no refrain, in a hypnotizing performance, he relates a vision (dream), then a gut-punch scene.
“I told her my story and who I'd come for/
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"
“In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?”
“In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?”