
Look for a while at the china cat sunflower,
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun.
Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono,
Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind.
Crazy cat peekin through a lace bandanna,
Like a one-eyed cheshire, like a diamond-eye jack.
A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle,
To a double-e waterfall over my back.
Comic book colors on a violin river cryin leonardo,
Words from out a silk trombone.
I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls,
In the eagle-winged palace of the queen chinee.
Lovely morning, listening to Grateful Dead on Pandora
I asked my older son, Patrick if he liked the Grateful Dead and he said yeah they were pretty good. I told him that I had seen the Dead about 10 times in concert. Nothing like a "Real" Dead Head, but I did like to go see them at one time. He was amazed at his old hippie mom! I do love that song China Cat Sunflower. Sun drenched and warm and homey.
I remember the first time I heard them, I was startled by how badly they sang and well, really how badly they played. It took me a while to figure out that excellence in performance was NOT what the Dead was about...tee hee.
Well, off to get a little work done. Talk to you later,
Lynda
My definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular. - Adlai E. Stevenson Jr.
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