제공
Grateful Dead의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Grateful Dead
실연자
Jerry Garcia
보컬
Phil Lesh
보컬
Brent Mydland
건반
Bill Kreutzmann
드럼
Mickey Hart
드럼
Bob Weir
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Jerry Garcia
송라이터
Robert Hunter
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jerry Garcia
프로듀서
Phil Lesh
프로듀서
Brent Mydland
프로듀서
Bill Kreutzmann
프로듀서
Mickey Hart
프로듀서
Bob Weir
프로듀서
John Cutler
프로듀서
가사
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 I hope you don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
That's what she said to me
You're 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 sign
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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