Titres les plus populaires de Grateful Dead
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jerry Garcia
Chant
Bill Kreutzmann
Batterie
Bob Weir
Chant
Brent Mydland
Claviers
Mickey Hart
Batterie
Phil Lesh
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jerry Garcia
Arrangement
Robert Hunter
Paroles/Composition
Bill Kreutzmann
Arrangement
Bob Weir
Arrangement
Brent Mydland
Arrangement
Mickey Hart
Arrangement
Phil Lesh
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bob Matthews
Ingénieries complémentaires
John Cutler
Ingénieries complémentaires
Peter Thea
Ingénieries complémentaires
Betty Cantor-Jackson
Ingénierie
Paroles
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
That my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, "Now cool down boy"
Settle back easy, Jim
You may be Saturday's child, all grown
Moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burial ground
Or just another pretty face
You may be the fate of Ophelia
Sleeping and perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness
Self-centred to the extreme
Ain't nobody messin' with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe its your fire
Baby, don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
That's what she said to me
Gonna want a bed to lay your head
And a little sympathy
There are things you can replace
And others you cannot
The time has come to weigh those things
This space is gettin' hot
You know, this space is gettin' hot
I told Althea, "I'm a roving son"
That I was born to be a bachelor
Althea told me, "OK that's fine"
So, now I'm trying to catch her
Can't talk to you without talking to me
We're guilty of the same old things
Thinking a lot about less and less
And forgetting the love we bring
Writer(s): Robert C. Hunter, Jerome J. Garcia
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