The Grateful Dead - Throwing Stones | Текст песни

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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.
It 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.
And again the hunt begins, again the flood wind calls.
Back and black again, the morning sunrise.
The darkness never goes from some men's eyes.

It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets.
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare, spook, _ _ _
It's you and me, you and me.

Flash blade in ghetto night.
_ _ looking for a fight.
_ _ alley broke 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.
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price?
Money gleaming a proletarian gray.
Selling guns instead of food today.

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.

(Interlude)

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think!
But the spirt's sleeping in the flesh's ink.
History's page will be neatly carved in stone.
The picture's here, we are it, we are on our own.
On our own.
On our own.
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.
Well that shining ball we can call our home.

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.

Shooting powders back and forth,
Singing, "Black goes South and White comes North."
In a whole world full of petty wars,
Singing, "I got mine and you got yours."
And the current fashion's set the pace.
Lose a step, fall out of grace.
And 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 and 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 dizzy with possibilities.

Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
(Repeat and ad lib)

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