Elegy for Phil Lesh 10/25/24
Turn your trumpet into a bass guitar
And your bass guitar into a UFO
And your UFO into Tom Thumb’s Blues
And Tom Thumb’s Blues into The Midnight Hour
And The Midnight Hour into a Long Strange Trip
Turn your Long Strange Trip into a Brokedown Palace
And your Brokedown Palace into a Box of Rain
That will Never Fade Away as long as we keep
Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad
So yeah, We Bid You Goodnight
And Thank You, For a Real Good Time
Elegy II for Phil Lesoh, 10/26/24
If you lose your way
Try searching for the sound
In bird songs and china cats
In steam locomotives and fish rising up like birds
In street cats making love
When you can’t tell your pillow from a stone
Try laughing in the sunshine
Singing a hundred verses of ragtime
Ducking into a bar door
Or dancing in the streets
When all the birds are flown
And the pretty lady ain’t got no friends
And you’re hung up waiting for a windy day
May Lady Lullaby sing plainly for you
And show you something built to last
When the dark star crashes
And all the cards are down
And summer flies and August dies
It goes to show you don’t ever know
There isn’t really very far to go
When you get confused
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
And you feel like a stranger
Like Moses riding up on a quasar
You ain’t got time to call your soul a critic, no
We used to play for silver, now we play for life
You know this song it ain’t never gonna end
Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to Terrapin
Elegy III for Phil Lesh
10/28/24
Jerry: Hey man, guess what, there’s music here.
Phil: Well I beg you, call the tune.