歌曲名 Throwing Stones (Live In New Jersey, April 1, 1988)

歌手名 Grateful Dead

作词：Bob Weir+John Barlow

作曲：Bob Weir+John Barlow

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 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

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Singing ashes ashes all fall

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Singing ashes ashes all fall down

Singing ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Singing ashes ashes all fall down

Singing ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down