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Lyrics for Throwing Stones by Grateful Dead:
| | | Artist: | Grateful Dead |
| | Album: | In the Dark | | Track: | Throwing Stones | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 94 | | | | Lyrics: | 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.
There's 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, the morning sun will rise
But the
darkness never goes from some men's 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.
Click, 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.
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, they 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 spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
History's page, it is thusly carved
in stone
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.
If the game is lost then we're
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 bule 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.
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 cover's
blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their
bones
Cause its all too clear we're on our own
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning,
spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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