Throwing Stones - Grateful Dead

Throwing Stones (Live in New Jersey, April 1, 1988) - Grateful Dead (感恩而死)
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky brush
In some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope full of grace is the human face
But afraid we may our home to waste
Theres a fear down here
We can't forget
Hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake always around
Singing ashes to ashes all fall down
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again
Sun will rise
The darkness never goes from some mens eyes
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Stalking turf dividing up meat
Nightmare spook piece of heat you and me
You and me
Flashblade in ghetto night
Rudies looking for a fight
Rat cat alley roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes ashes all fall down
Ashes ashes all fall down
Commissars and pin striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price
Money green or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
So the kids they dance shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes ashes all fall down
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirits sleeping then the flesh is ink
Yeeeah
Historys page it is thusly carved in stone
The futures here we are it we are on our own
On our own
On our own
On our own
On our own
On our own
If the game is lost then were all the same
No one left to place or take the blame
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
While the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes ashes all fall down
Ashes ashes all fall down
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south
While white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step fall out of grace
And the radical he rant
And rage
Singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down his covers blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
'Cause it's all too clear were on our own
Singing ashes ashes all fall down
Ashes ashes all fall down
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning spinning free
It's dizzying possibilities
Ashes ashes all fall down
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Singing ashes ashes all fall
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