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TwistedCrank
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Ideeho-dee-do-dah-day boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom
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Sep 17, 2011 - 07:12pm PT
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"Turn on over. Rise on up. I wanna jump on my pony and ride."
So sayeth the Pig.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 17, 2011 - 08:18pm PT
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nice shots pate.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Sep 20, 2011 - 02:03pm PT
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i sat down to my supper.
it was a bottle of red whiskey.
i said my prayers.
i went to bed.
that was the last they saw of me.
please don't murder me.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 22, 2011 - 10:31am PT
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All I know is something like a bird within her sang...
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TwistedCrank
climber
Ideeho-dee-do-dah-day boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom
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Sep 22, 2011 - 10:55am PT
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4-21-72 Beat Club, Bremen, GDR
Listen to the jam out of The Other One.
Lightning in a fukkin bottle, man.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Sep 22, 2011 - 11:02am PT
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i was just reading about the birth of The Other One this morning.
bobby was chillin at his 3rd floor story in SF and looked out the window and saw some coppers searching a vehicle.
he cocked a waterballoon and chucked it at the heat,
hittin the fella right in the ear
"never was there a more beautiful shot." piped phil.
the cops looked around and dripping with astonishment, saw none culprit.
but bobby couldn't resist. he had to show face to those cops.
so he goes down stairs and strolls past the scene.
the smirk on his face was enuf for guilt and the cops busted him.
thus became the lyrical chant,
"the heat come round and busted me, for smiling on a cloudy day."
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yosguns
climber
Durham, NC
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Sep 22, 2011 - 12:10pm PT
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Norwegian,
I like that story a lot. I heard it in an interview by David Gans on the Dead Hour many years ago.
It seems strange to me now that this was my response to Ammon McNeely being tased, but I wrote about the same thing here: http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=1252206&msg=1252291#msg1252291
Lesh: Water balloon episode?
MM: Uh-oh!
DG: Oh, I wanna hear this!
Weir: I got him good. . . . I was on the third floor of . . . our place in the Haight-Ashbury. . . . [T]here was this cop who was illegally searching a car belonging to a friend of ours . . . down on the street - the cops used to harass us . . . every chance they got. They didn't care for the hippies back then. . . . [S]o I had a water balloon, and what was I gonna do with this water balloon, come on. And, uh...
Lesh: Just happened to have a water balloon, in his hand...
MM: See, I wasn't gonna bring that up...
Lesh: ...ladies and gentlemen.
Weir: And so I got him right square on the head, and uh...
Lesh: A prettier shot you never saw.
Weir: ...and . . . he couldn't tell where it was comin' from, but then I had to go . . . and walk across the street and just grin at him...
Lesh, MM, DG:
Weir:...and sorta rub it in a little bit.
DG: Smilin' on a cloudy day. I understand now.
Lesh, DG:
MM: It all becomes clear.
Weir: . . . [A]t that point, he decided to hell with due process of law, this kid's goin' to jail. He didn't have a thing on me . . . It never got to court, but on the other hand, I did get thrown in jail and beat up a little bit.
MM: I still want to go back; you just happened to have that water balloon handy, it was kind of just like standard procedure.
DG: Gee, I wonder if...
Weir: He was the guy that was breakin' the law, too, the cop was.
MM: That's, that's - I agree.
Weir: I guess - . . . what does a water balloon amount to, is that assault with a, uh...
DG: Friendly weapon.
MM: With a moist weapon.
Lesh, DG:
MM: That goes under the water laws.
DG:
MM: And if it was tap water, that also...
Lesh: Disrespect for an officer.
Weir: Right.
DG: That was enough in those days - as I recall.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Sep 28, 2011 - 09:25am PT
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Paint by numbers morning sky
looks so phony.
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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Sep 28, 2011 - 11:18am PT
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Sometimes the songs that we sing are just songs of our own.
Those are some very cool pix Pate.
But I don't know how to get twisted.
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Sep 29, 2011 - 12:07pm PT
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i do enjoy the cowboy theme common to the dead.
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Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.
One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind.
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran,
Out where the horses were tied.
I caught a good one.
It looked like it could run.
Up on its back
And away I did ride,
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless.
Everything's gone in life; nothing is left.
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death.
I saddled up and away I did go,
Riding alone in the dark.
Maybe tomorrow
A bullet may find me.
Tonight nothing's worse than this
Pain in my heart.
And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso;
I can see Rosa's cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the hill to Felina I go.
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys;
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me.
I have to make it to Rosa's back door.
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying
To stay in the saddle,
I'm getting weary,
Unable to ride.
But my love for
Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen,
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle.
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
From out of nowhere Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina, good-bye
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 1, 2011 - 12:14am PT
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I don need no stinking miracle!
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nature
climber
back in Tuscon Aridzona....
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TFPU
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Reggaemylitis
Trad climber
South Lake Tahoe, CA
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No one at this Dark Star Orchestra show tonight? They are on FIRE! As in, ON THE MOUNTAIN!! :)
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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from franklin's tower,
there hangs a bell.
it can ring,
turn night to day.
ring like fire,
when you lose your way.
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Kalimon
Trad climber
Ridgway, CO
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It may have one good ring baby, you can't tell . . .
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k-man
Gym climber
SCruz
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I got the chance to meet John last night.
I shook his hand, said:
"Dark Star, thanks."
Kinda of a quizzical look back.
"Hey, I really like your pink guitar."
He looks at me sideways...
"No, Bobby's guitar is pink."
"Hmm?"
"Mine's purple."
"I guess it was the lights..."
Really a nice dude, could spent a long time talking, but I kinda felt small after my intro.
Hope the mix is better tonight, last night's was way off.
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 12, 2011 - 11:11am PT
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Summer leaves have blown away...
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Norwegian
Trad climber
Placerville, California
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Oct 17, 2011 - 09:41pm PT
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momma killed a chicken,
thought it was a duck.
put it on the table with its feet stickin up.
aint it crazy.
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