The Grateful Dead was an American rock band formed in 1965 in Palo Alto, California. The band is known for its eclectic style, which fused elements of rock, folk, country, jazz, bluegrass, blues, gospel, and psychedelic rock; for live performances of lengthy instrumental jams; and for its devoted fan base, known as "Deadheads." "Their music," writes Lenny Kaye, "touches on ground that most other groups don't even know exists." These various influences
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Intro: strum F Dm F Dm F so on, the lick sort of just comes naturally… GDmAmGF Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm, FCFCCFGCDm7 That will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done. GDmAmG While the firelight’s aglow, strange shadows from the flames will F grow, FCF Till things we’ve never seen will seem familiar.
Same pattern for the following verses:
Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm. Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago. Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him, Who came through many fights, but lost at love.
While the storyteller speaks, a door within the fire creaks; Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there. Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair, She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion’s den.
Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell? I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance. The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise, Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.
Here’s the solo. Sorry, scratch that. Please, will somebody tab the solo?
The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him. That’s how it stands today. You decide if he was wise. The storyteller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice. His job is to shed light, and not to master.
Interlude (thingy) goes F for a while, Cmaj7 for a while, C7, then:
FDmC7C Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold, FDmE In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold.
Then:
EADEA Inspiration, move me brightly. Light the song with sense and color; AEAE Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask. EF#mADC#mBmEA Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain DC#mBm at last. ABmABmABmA Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin.
EAEF#mADC#mBm Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright; EADE The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best, EAEF#mADC#mBm On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon, EADAE While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune, EBA Terrapin station.
EBEBA In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station. ADE And I know we’ll be there soon, terrapin… E I can’t figure out, terrapin, if it’s the end or beginning, terrapin, E But the train’s put it’s brakes on, terrapin, ED And the whistle is screaming, terrapin.