paroles de chanson Althea - Grateful Dead
I
told
Althea
I
was
feeling
lost
Lacking
in
some
direction
Althea
told
me
upon
scrutiny
That
my
back
might
need
protection
I
told
Althea
that
treachery
Was
tearing
me
limb
from
limb
Althea
told
me,
"Now
cool
down
boy"
Settle
back
easy,
Jim
You
may
be
Saturday's
child,
all
grown
Moving
with
a
pinch
of
grace
You
may
be
a
clown
in
the
burial
ground
Or
just
another
pretty
face
You
may
be
the
fate
of
Ophelia
Sleeping
and
perchance
to
dream
Honest
to
the
point
of
recklessness
Self-centred
to
the
extreme
Ain't
nobody
messin'
with
you
but
you
Your
friends
are
getting
most
concerned
Loose
with
the
truth,
maybe
its
your
fire
Baby,
don't
get
burned
When
the
smoke
has
cleared,
she
said
That's
what
she
said
to
me
Gonna
want
a
bed
to
lay
your
head
And
a
little
sympathy
There
are
things
you
can
replace
And
others
you
cannot
The
time
has
come
to
weigh
those
things
This
space
is
gettin'
hot
You
know,
this
space
is
gettin'
hot
I
told
Althea,
"I'm
a
roving
son"
That
I
was
born
to
be
a
bachelor
Althea
told
me,
"OK
that's
fine"
So,
now
I'm
trying
to
catch
her
Can't
talk
to
you
without
talking
to
me
We're
guilty
of
the
same
old
things
Thinking
a
lot
about
less
and
less
And
forgetting
the
love
we
bring
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