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Brandon-
climber
Done With Tobacco
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Apr 14, 2011 - 08:10pm PT
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I've always had a love for Bobbys cowboy songs.
'Out to the back door of Rosa's I ran, out to where the horses were tied, I picked a good one, looked like a good one.'
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Apr 14, 2011 - 09:11pm PT
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I liked them too...they were all covers.
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EP
Trad climber
Way Out There
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Apr 14, 2011 - 09:58pm PT
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I picked a good one; it looked like it could run...
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Brandon-
climber
Done With Tobacco
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Apr 14, 2011 - 10:12pm PT
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they were all covers.
That made it more cool.
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Kalimon
Trad climber
Ridgway, CO
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Apr 14, 2011 - 10:34pm PT
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"She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town . . .
I didn't know a stage line ran from hell.
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold,
All the french perfume you'd care to smell."
Bobby was into western wear back in the day as well . . . seems like a lot of hippies adopted elements of this fashion in the early to mid-seventies.
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EdBannister
Mountain climber
13,000 feet
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May 17, 2011 - 05:25pm PT
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My Favorite Randy Hankins quote:
"I'll be grateful when they are all dead."
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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May 17, 2011 - 05:28pm PT
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This thread keeps coming back like a bad acid trip flashback.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - May 17, 2011 - 09:48pm PT
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The great thing about music is that it lives on forever, long after the players are dead and gone.
And the unfortunate thing for Randy is that he'll have to die, one day, and when he arrives in heaven( or wherever) guess what...the Boys'll be there pickin an grinnin. Not to mention drum circles, patchouli, etc,etc.
The music never stopped!
Donini. Walstib. Sorry you ate the brown stuff. Didn't get the memo?
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Kalimon
Trad climber
Ridgway, CO
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May 17, 2011 - 10:25pm PT
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Attics of my Life
Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Jerry Garcia
"In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me."
They did not get the memo Jefe, they cannot see beyond their own self importance. Heaven help the fool.
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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May 29, 2011 - 11:56pm PT
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My Favorite Randy Hankins quote:
Doesn't exactly speak well of either you or Randy.
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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May 30, 2011 - 12:09am PT
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Road Trips Vol. 4 No. 3.
Disc #2: Whoa, hold on!
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