Help>Slipknot!>Franklin's

[SaggyBalls]

Well Here I am sitting down in front of my computer trying to find information on the internet for a lyrics project.

I'm trying to compare the lyrics of the trilogy but honestly, don't see a whole lot to compare...I really want to get this working so if anyone wants to lent an opinion, thought, or fact about my fave set of dead tunes, I'd really appreciate it...if you want to tell me which group of songs you'd like feel free to email me at ro3@hotmail.com - if you've got something cool to say about help>slipknot!>franklin's then post it up here for everyone to be educated about.

maybe some discussion or info about allusion or interview excerpts I've not seen yet...

I'm not too worried about the essay but if you'd like to help me out you'll get a copy.

thanks in advance

[Booche]

This will do wonders for you Beatnik:

http://arts.ucsc.edu/gdead/agdl/

[SaggyBalls]

thanks, man. you're really one true Bodhisattva. First making this page and being a cool guy and great jammer but then pointing me in the right direction, then getting people to post more sources (hint)

[kung]

Try www.gdlyrics.com as well. They have alot of reader contributed hints about lyrics, some of which sound like bullshit and some of which may have been lodestones for Robert Hunter.

[Blane]

Hey Beats, did you get those Trey discs in the mail safely? Hope so.

[SaggyBalls]

actually, i got them safely away last week. man. i take way too long to mail and forget to let people know they should be expecting a package...

sometimes i don't like to give excuses whether or not they're valid...sorry dude. wish i had a good enough reason.

[Booche]

Lets get on thing straight

Only BOUCHE works on this page

The rest of us will send him content(the odd article or throw a couple of bands into the ever-growing database) but mainly, it is all BOUCHE

and it is BOUCHE that is the wicked jammer. I am the psuedo-suicidal jammer.

[SaggyBalls]

i apologise. i didn't look at the avatar or read closely enough...i guess i was subconsciously hinting that we should jam if i'm ever back in town.

anyhow, you have my permission to beat the shit out of me the next time you see me or send porno catalogues to my house with my roommate's name on them.

it's not like i forget who you are or that you're not a memorable person - i was just not in the most intelligent of moments.

Booche - i'm sorry. i hope you're gonna be at SCI tonight.

it'd make us realise that there's something greater than my stupidity and we'd forget all about it.

[Booche]

no need to apologize, I am just setting the record straight for the 100 or so members that are part of this little community. Seems like a few people take credit when they shouldnt and a few more get a tad confused between the Boo/uches.

Here is some more information regarding the topic of this thread. This is Robert Hunter from a recent interview for The Golden Road box set:

"Uncle John's Band" -- I couldn't think of any usable rhyme for "Let me know your mind" but "Are you kind?" Feeling it was a seriously weak line, a word without much punch, I used it anyway only to see it become one of the lines that gets the most cheers when the song is performed. Goes to show.

"Dire Wolf" -- Probably as close to a definitive "Hunter" lyric as you're gonna find. I believe it to be sui generis, opening up a field of personal mythos that proved fruitful over the years.

"New Speedway Boogie" -- still makes a powerful performance number, is not dated or limited to the circumstance for which it was written. Did you hear any of the several performances of me singing it with Patti Smith? In my opinion, the Dead always made a mistake in not driving that one hard.

"Black Peter" -- Frankie and I took the Workingman's Dead record on the road to promote, pre-release. Somehow we ended up an R&B soul station in South Chicago, way out of our element. When the amused disc jockey asked what we'd like him to play off our record, "Black Peter" was the only thing I figured had a prayer to fit. He spun it for us.

"Casey Jones" -- I wrote the words "drivin that train high on cocaine, Casey Jones you better watch your speed" on a sheet of paper in a notebook. Just an observation. Chanced on it sometime later and thought it'd make a great hook to a song, which I then wrote. The "lady in red" from "Easy Wind" makes her second appearance on the album. All I know is that the Grateful Dead had 3 sure fire hits: "Truckin'," "Uncle John's Band," and "Casey Jones" all of which were stricken from station play lists under the Nixon mandate that the FCC would look very carefully at the licences of stations playing songs containing subversive messages and language ("God damn" in "UJB" and the word Cocaine in the other two). Hard to believe now, but that's how it was in the 60's.

"He's Gone" -- here's a pertinent email:

Joseph, this is the first I've heard I've heard of Cosmic Charley Bosch, whom the Dead song is not named after. Sorry. Nor is "St. Stephen" named after Stephen Gaskin and "Uncle John's Band" was not written with Jerry Garcia in mind (except as one of the singers of the song). "He's Gone" is not about the death of anybody in the band, in fact it's more about absence than death. Although the second half of the first verse admittedly alludes to Neal Cassady, "9 mile skid on a 5 mile ride / hot as a pistol but cool inside" the referent to the first half must remain anonymous, and "steal your face right off your head" alludes to an ex-manager with shades of a few other reprehensible critters. So much for anthropomorphosization of creative imagery. Scattered bits of source. The assumption of direct cause and effect is due to successful verisimilitude. It's rarely been my practice, except incidentally, to chronicle actual characters in my songs. That doesn't mean I don't do it here and there, but it's more often a patchwork of various traits than any straight biographical characterization. I'm more into constructing allegories of actual situations, creating characters to experience them: "Went to see the Captain..." "Got a wife in Chino..." "Jack Straw from Wichita..." Lot of answer for a brief question, huh? No extra charge!

Best,

Robert Hunter

"Jack Straw" -- "We can share the women" used to elicit angry mail in the halcyion days of feminism. I had to plead that it wasn't my intention to make a case for treating women as objects; that I was creating a dramatic dialogue situation in which the purveyor of the offensive attitude winds up dead. I also don't mean to convey my approval of robbery and murder for small change. It's still a bit startling when the opening line "We can share the women" is cheered by the audience. I take it they're just enthusiastic about the song.

"China Cat Sunflower" -- Written over a period of a couple of months, "China Cat" is a collection of syllablic colors and textures wrapped round a few choice visions. Before I gave it to the Dead, I used to perform it in a major/relative minor chord pattern at a very slow tempo. The "eight sided whispering hallelujah hatrack" verses from "The Eleven" were originally part of the "China Cat" lyric.

"Brown-Eyed Woman" -- For some reason, the singular misnomering of "Brown Eyed Women" as "Brown-Eyed Woman" has persisted right up until this very email.

"Sugar Magnolia" -- This song was not getting the attention it deserved in performance until one night when the engineer was away from the board, I snuck over and turned Weir's vocal up where it could be heard. The song brought the house down! The engineer ran back to the board fuming: "who messed with my sound?!!" But the cat was out of the bag.

"Mr. Charlie" -- an attempt at a voodoo song, a mojo tune for PigPen.

[Giggles]

What did I say about eating a pickle and stoping with the starting of the shit beats?

and Booche- I've heard, or possibly felt you rip out a few good tunes in your day....need I remind you of the Gramma's house Fat Chance shows???

Giggles

[Booche]

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Totally forgot about Fat Chance........

I believe that was during the "my wah is so phat, my ass hurts" days!

[reba]

boochey baby, thanks for the robert hunter bit. i enjoyed that five minutes of reading (usually i just scan the long posts....i'm too impatient....)

and, you jam real good. you're right up there with your bro....(it's just that bouche plays all the cheesy tunes for the girls to sing along to.)

[SaggyBalls]

it's all about the lyrical songwriting with bouche

thanks for the help...if anyone wants to put their input in i'm finishing my essay up tomorrow so you've got a chance to get in on it.

if you put in YOUR OWN two cents and it's good you'll get a copy...but then again you might not want it because i'm not really making a 20 page paper...but it'll definitely be somethng to read while filling the septic tank or sewers.

[Booche]

Not a Fat Chance we did anything like that!

I dont even know anyone named Karl....and besides, I was wasted....how am I supposed to know what the hell we are talking about?

The pizza was good though.

[Giggles]

Monkey- To refresh booche's memory

It all began with the ensemble of a few like minded mental's- booche- an aging hipster with a soft spot for tye-dies,ponchos, and the smell of 3grundal2. giggles- a meloncholy looking fellow whom would barely crack a smile. A run-away named Jim, and some special appearances by a hoodlum on the prowl, a bongo tapping Sri Lankan, a copy-cat of the aging-hipster (only younger and with a more sanitary wardrobe) and a drunken trumpeter by the name of Davey McBlowmyhorn.

This group of individuals would WOW audiences (other drunken folks also unable to remember the words or tunes to the songs) by playing to the wee hours of the morning with the special arrangement of old goodies and originals they had put together. But alas, our group of friends have parted, and are of no more. But sometimes, in the cool summer night, by the thousands islands cottage country, somewhere near Gramma1s house, you can hear the music play...........

This is the story, of a man named Thrasher Jack.............................

Giggles

[gentlemonkey]

giggles/booche,

was the phat chants thing something you did with a guy named Karl? He sent us an email about a show his group was playing at the Bytowne a while back, and thats what it was called.. fat chants, phat chance? i can't remember.