I don't expect this thread to get any traction....

[LeftyFingerPop]

But this is kind of how I am feeling this evening. It seems like nonsense, but it is making perfect sense to me for some reason. From the Grateful Dead song "Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues". It reflects the absolute strangeness of life.


Halfway past two on Monday through the silent loom
Rolling down Wild Hair Boulevard with the rising of the moon
Hot damn, it's Mother's Day, don't you all look fine
Promenading down the long car ocean, yes it's nice and sipping wine

We got poets, shuckers and godzilla's grandmother
Sweet little frozen no suit
We got Speed Racer and his arcade androids
Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues

I remember some chicks from the skid row
Come along the city streets too
Silly says, I say it once, for you it's cold steel and slow

Its sounds have all ruptured, with chairs and flying glass
Silly swept out in the sauna, shouting verse and kickin' ass
Back then, what seemed to happen nightly, that'll make the 6 o'clock news
Speed Racer and the band here playing

As I recall I went for the window, but I never did get me there
Hit me hard with his hickory stick, was the last thing I saw that year
Drag me down and tangle, you can read the charges if you please
Pray thirty days and on my jail gonna fill 'em with ecstasy

The full moon irradiates Wild Hair Boulevard now, dumb shits talk so bold
Reminds me of old, Silly, and how we did it all over
Did it all over, did it all over the road

We got poets, shuckers and Godzilla's grandmother
Sweet little frozen no suit
We got Speed Racer and his arcade androids
Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues

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1. I'll support the notion in this thread.

Kick n :thumbsup: