Throwing Stones Songtext

von Grateful Dead

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"Throwing Stones" von Grateful Dead ist ein Song, der die Probleme und Gefahren unserer Welt reflektiert. Der Text begin...

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 night time falls
And again the hunt begins
Again the bloodwind calls

By and by, again
The morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes

Oh no, it strolls the sidewalks
And it rolls the streets
Staking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat
It's you and me, you and me

Click flash blade 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 pinstripe bosses
Roll the dice, any way they fall
Guess who gets to pay the price
Money green or proletarian gray
Selling guns stead of food today

So the kids, they dance
And shake their bones
And 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

Yeah, history's page
Will be carved in stone
The future's here and we are here
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
For that shining ball
We can call our home

So the kids, they dance
And shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south
And white comes north
In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing, I got mine and you got yours

And the current fashion sets 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
And shake their bones
Cause it's all too clear, we're 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 dizzy with possibilities

Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down........