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Red, Take my advice you'd be better off DEAD...

This first section is from another post in this series on World Peace Day: Aug. 6


THE BOTTOM LINE...OR, The BUCK $tart$ here...


Our leaders – political and higher up (those that pull the politician$' $tring$ (i.e., pur$e $tring$) – bear the direct responsibility for ALL suffering and death caused by wars. (See “Home Work” at end of post)


The average “Joe” and “Jane” in every country on our shared planet simply wants to live their lives in peace…


"All we are saying is give peace a chance..."


Politicians Throwing Stones


Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price?

Money green, or proletarian gray Selling guns instead of food today

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think

And the rich man in his summer home Singing just leave well enough alone But his pants are down, his cover's blown And the politicians throwing stones

(there's more below...)


GRATEFUL DEAD join1968 protest at Columbia University



[clips from this "Grate" article] The Dead had been invited to perform as the tensions within New York’s Columbia University reached fever pitch. The university wanted to build a military gym, not on campus but in the nearby Morningside Park, which would border Harlem.


As well as being set to feature segregated entrances, protests began almost instantly as the displacement of the African-American residents who used the park regularly became apparent. What’s more, as Open Culture reports, the Student for a Democratic Society had also discovered links between the university board and the Department of Defense. The two events combined to make a particularly unhappy student body being to revolt.


The band’s Mickey Hart recalled how they managed to defy security and sneak themselves on campus: “[Grateful Dead manager] Rock [Scully] reached out to the strike organisers and offered to do a free show for the students. Always up for an adventure, we of course, went right along.”


Adding: “Since the police and guards were closing off access to the majority of the campus – we were ‘smuggled’ on campus to Low Library Plaza in the back of a bread delivery truck. Equipment and all. We were already jamming away before the security and police could stop us.


I Was There...with friends...as "rent-a-cops"...


As I’ve written in other blog posts, me and my friends were on Columbia’s campus at this very time…working as "rent-a-cops" (security guards) to protect their buildings from students just like “US”. We were working for the Wackenhut Security Corporation. If you have some time, follow the rabbit down their trail...


See, we were earning money for the first of several surfin’ safari’s to Callie. To get this gig, we had to disregard CSN&Y’s message in the song "Almost Cut My Hair" -See below...






--be sure to read the story in the description



Next offering is courtesy of Bert in the "Duck and Cover" video in the other post...BUT, it's not a cover band but the real DEAL...




"While the story teller 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"


Counting stars by candlelight

All are dim but one is bright

The spiral light of Venus

Rising first and shining best


I can't figure out

Terrapin

If it's the end or beginning

Terrapin


Fire...Door flies open...Glowing hair - all pretty obvious effects of a nuclear holocaust


Candles because the grid has been destroyed


The end of the world as we know it...


"GYM" CROW



[from this article] The ‘Gym Crow’ controversy became a flashpoint at an already volatile university.


If you walked across the campus of Columbia University in April 1968, you may have been handed a typewritten flyer inviting you to a campus protest. “The big steal is on,” it declared. Columbia was in the process of stealing land and resources from nearby Harlem, the flyer claimed—and students could help stop it.


The students who passed out those flyers may not have realized it, but soon they’d be part of a controversial occupation of Columbia University that would spark one of the largest mass arrests in New York City history. By the end of the uprising, five university buildings would be taken over by nearly 1,000 protesters and the campus would be on lockdown after its dean was taken hostage.


And the gym that partially sparked the protest, which was mockingly called “Gym Crow” by its detractors, would become a symbol not only of the unrest, but of an epic struggle between a historic university and the broader community.


Politicians Throwing Stones


Throwing Stones

Lyrics By: John Barlow Music By: Bob Weir

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free Dizzy with eternity Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for you and me A peaceful place, or so it looks from space A closer look reveals the human race Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face But afraid we may lay our home to waste

There's a fear down here we can't forget Hasn't got a name just yet Always awake, always around Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves and the night-time falls (note 1) And again the hunt begins and again the blood wind calls (note 2) By and by, again, the morning sun will rise But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes (Well I know) It strolls the sidewalk and it rolls the streets Staking turf, dividing up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat It's you and me, you and me

Click flash blade in ghetto night Rudy's looking for a fight Rat cat alley, roll them bones Need that cash to feed that Jones And the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price? (note 3) Money green, or proletarian gray (note 4) Selling guns instead of food today (note 5) So the kids they dance and shake their bones And the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink History's page will be neatly carved in stone The future's here, we are it, we are on our own On our own, on our own, we are on our own

If the game is lost, then we're all the same No one left to place or take the blame We will leave this place an empty stone Or that shining ball of blue we call our home

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones And the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth Singing black goes south and white comes north (note 6) And the whole world full of petty wars Singing I got mine and you got yours While the current fashions set the pace Lose your step, fall out of grace The radical, he rant and rage Singing someone got to turn the page And the rich man in his summer home Singing just leave well enough alone But his pants are down, his cover's blown And the politicians throwing stones So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones 'Cause it's all too clear we're on our own Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free It's dizzying, the possibilities

Ashes, ashes, all fall down [Ashes, ashes, all fall down] Ashes, ashes, all fall down [Ashes, ashes, all fall down] Ashes, ashes, all fall down [Ashes, ashes, all fall down] Ashes, ashes, all fall down [Ashes, ashes, all fall down]

(1) Bob Weir sometimes sang "...as the sphere revolves." (2) Bob Weir seems to have sung some variations on this line. These include "The light goes on and off and the nightbird calls" and "Come close to the stars, celestial balls" (thanks to Dave Ellis for this). (3) Bob Weir has sung variants on these two lines: eg "Any more the pinstripe bosses own the dice, Anyway they roll guess who gets to pay the price?" (thanks to Brian and Bill for this) (4) Bob Weir sang this line as "Money green is the only way" on at least two occasions on The Dead's 2003 summer tour (thanks to Carrie for this) (5) Bob Weir has sung this line as "Blood for oil, dropping bombs today," "Drop them bombs, grab that oil today" and "Sell them guns, rape the earth today" (thanks to Bill, Chuck and Brian for noting these). (6) Bob Weir sometimes sang "...while white goes north" - which are the lyrics in the "In The Dark" songbook.

(6***) My add from other sources: Gun powder goes south and cocaine comes north



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