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Way back when I was living with my mom...I happened to scribble down some lyrics to a Grateful Dead song on a piece of paper. I think I just left them on the kitchen table and forgot about them.
A few weeks later, my mom says...."Oh! I forgot to tell you! I sent that beautiful poem you wrote to Reader's Digest!"
"Huh?"
"That poem you wrote...it was so beautiful, I thought Reader's Digest would publish it! I told them my son wrote it...I had no idea you could write so well!"
"Uh ma, those were some song lyrics to a Grateful Dead song".
She got all upset and thought she was going to get imprisoned for copyright infringement or something.
I told her I would take care of it. I figured there were probably no Deadheads on the RD staff, so I wrote a letter explaining the situation.
Mothers....gotta love them. :rofl:
Here's the lyrics....
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas.
What are you, what are you meant to be?
Speaks his name for you were born to me,
Born to me, cassidy.
Lost now on the country miles in his cadillac.
I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back.
Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green.
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.
Close the gap on the dark years in between.
You and me, cassidy.
Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart,
There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry.
Flight of the seabirds,
Scattered like lost words,
Wheel to the storm and fly.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, Im done with mine.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, Im done with mine.
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