Happy Birthday to one of the Grateful Dead's founding members, Bob Weir, who turns 68 today. This is rightfully one of their most popular songs, featuring Weir's syncopated rhythm guitar introduction. (Is it just us or do the Dead sound a bit like The Kinks of that early '70's era, including Jerry Garcia's vocals being reminiscent of The Kinks' Ray Davies?)
As I was walking round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoesAhhh. San Francisco. Hope your weekend is full of begonias of all colors.
And I knew without asking she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias, tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
2 comments:
Totally far out!
Snark, something not invented at the time this song was written, does not become you, SSBC.
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