paroles de chanson Terrapin Station Medley - Grateful Dead
Let
my
inspiration
flow
in
token
rhyme,
suggesting
rhythm,
That
will
not
forsake
you,
till
my
tale
is
told
and
done.
While
the
firelight′s
aglow,
strange
shadows
from
the
flames
will
grow,
Till
things
we've
never
seen
will
seem
familiar.
Shadows
of
a
sailor,
forming
winds
both
foul
and
fair
all
swarm.
Down
in
Carlisle,
he
loved
a
lady
many
years
ago.
Here
beside
him
stands
a
man,
a
soldier
from
the
looks
of
him,
Who
came
through
many
fights,
but
lost
at
love.
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.
The
sailor
gave
at
least
a
try,
the
soldier
being
much
too
wise,
Strategy
was
his
strength,
and
not
disaster.
The
sailor,
coming
out
again,
the
lady
fairly
leapt
at
him.
That's
how
it
stands
today.
You
decide
if
he
was
wise.
The
story
teller
makes
no
choice.
Soon
you
will
not
hear
his
voice.
His
job
is
to
shed
light,
and
not
to
master.
Since
the
end
is
never
told,
we
pay
the
teller
off
in
gold,
In
hopes
he
will
return,
but
he
cannot
be
bought
or
sold.
Terrapin
Station
Inspiration,
move
me
brightly.
Light
the
song
with
sense
and
color;
Hold
away
despair,
more
than
this
I
will
not
ask.
Faced
with
mysteries
dark
and
vast,
statements
just
seem
vain
at
last.
Some
rise,
some
fall,
some
climb,
to
get
to
Terrapin.
Counting
stars
by
candlelight,
all
are
dim
but
one
is
bright;
The
spiral
light
of
Venus,
rising
first
and
shining
best,
On,
from
the
northwest
corner,
of
a
brand
new
crescent
moon,
While
crickets
and
cicadas
sing,
a
rare
and
different
tune,
Terrapin
Station.
In
the
shadow
of
the
moon,
Terrapin
Station.
And
I
know
we'll
get
there
soon,
Terrapin
Station.
I
can′t
figure
out,
Terrapin,
if
it′s
the
end
or
beginning,
Terrapin,
But
the
train's
put
it′s
brakes
on,
Terrapin,
And
the
whistle
is
screaming,
TERRAPIN.
Terrapin
Station
- At
the
Siding
While
you
were
gone,
these
faces
filled
with
darkness.
The
obvious
was
hidden.
With
nothing
to
believe
in,
The
compass
always
points
to
Terrapin.
Sullen
wings
of
fortune
beat
like
rain.
You're
back
in
Terrapin
for
good
or
ill
again,
for
good
or
ill
again.
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.