14-04-2010, 08:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 14-04-2010, 08:33 PM by Keith Millea.)
Quote:And you never know whether it's a yankee, a cowboy or some archetypal demon who's behind the wheel driving that bus...
Hey,that just hit my Grateful Dead nerve gangle.......
:adore:
The Other One
Lyrics By: Bob Weir/Bill Kreutzmann
Music By: Bob Weir
Spanish lady come to me, she lays on me this rose
It rainbow spirals round and round, it trembles and explodes
It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away
But the heat came round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day
Coming, coming, coming around
Coming around, coming around, in a circle
Coming, coming, coming around
Coming around, coming around, in a circle
Escaping through the lily fields, I came across an empty space
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land
"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.â€
Buckminster Fuller
Buckminster Fuller