Текст песни Throwing Stones - Grateful Dead
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
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
nighttime
falls
And
again
the
hunt
begins,
and
again
the
bloodwind
calls
By
and
by
again,
the
morning
sun
will
rise
[But]
the
darkness
never
goes
from
some
mens
eyes
(oh
no)
It
strolls
the
sidewalks
and
it
rolls
the
streets
It's
taking
turf,
dividing
up
meat
Nightmare
spook,
piece
of
heat
It's
you
and
me,
You
and
me
Flashblade
in
ghetto
night
Rudies
looking
for
a
fight
Rat
cat
alley
roll
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
pin-striped
bosses
roll
the
dice
Any
way
they
fall,
guess
who
gets
to
pay
the
price
Money
green,
the
proletarian
gray
Selling
guns
instead
of
food
today
So
the
kids
they
dance,
they
shake
their
bones
While
the
politicians
throwing
stones
Singing
ashes,
ashes
all
fall
down
(Ashes,
ashes
all
fall
down)
Heartless
powers
try
to
tell
us
what
to
think
If
the
spirit′s
sleeping,
then
the
flesh
is
ink
History′s
page
will
be
neatly
carved
in
stone
The
future'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
Oh
that
shinning
ball
We
can
call
our
home
So
the
kids
they
dance,
they
shake
their
bones
While
the
politicians
are
throwing
stones
Singing
ashes,
ashes
all
fall
down
(Ashes,
ashes
all
fall
down)
Shooting
powders
back
and
forth
Singing
black
goes
south
while
white
comes
north
And
the
whole
world
full
of
petty
wars
Singing
"I
got
mine
and
you
got
yours"
And
the
current
fashions
set
the
pace
Lose
your
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
they
shake
their
bones
Cause
its
all
too
clear
were
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
dizzying,
the
possibilities
Ashes,
ashes
all
fall
down
(Ashes,
ashes
all
fall
down)
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