1. Vibration & Light Suite4:22
  2. Rosalee4:24
  3. They Love Each Other4:47
  4. Tumbleweed In Eden4:03
  5. Shore Power3:06
  6. Burn Slow4:59
  7. Driving Wheel3:49

Lyrics

Vibration & Light Suite

Fools suffer gladly in the face of fate
So I’ll leave it up to chance
If it’s all the same I’ll leave the way that I came
Not afraid to join the dance

Tears of worry where a smile has been
Prophecies come to pass
Bathed in secrets washed in sin
A mystery to take to task

Vibration, love & light
Peace thru your darkest night
Vibrations, light & love
Peace in the valley

Another omen on an angry wind
Another debt to pay
At the end you must know where to begin
Another book another page
Tread lightly through the darkened space
Keep a candle on the path
Do not stop until the morning breaks
Take the cloth out of the bell

Beyond the hills, beyond the dales
Beyond space, arriving there

The time has come my brother, time to weep and moan
The inward exodus from our earthly form
Time to hear the music emitted from the spheres
Time to dance like children on our diamond tears
Set fire to the sails, cut the horses free
Run the ship aground and let what ever be
Find a hole in the wall
One that no one knows it there
Pass on to the other side
Of the great nowhere

To lose your wisdom, to lose your way
Forget the dignity that you traded away
Traded for money, traded for gold
Traded for shadow that you now own

Rosalee

Rosalee you little country thang
Sure ‘nuff know, how to make me smile
You like the jangle, of my tambourine
Won’t you stay a little while

Rosalee, sugar sweet
How I’d like to make you mine
I’d take you down, to the county seat
You could take my name anytime
Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high

Have mercy on a day dreamin’ man
My boots aint dry from the flood
Gave you my word, to do the best that I can
I understand this bird in hand, is better than 2 in the bush

Who do I see but miss Rosalee
Sure a site for sore eyes
I like the things she says to me
In a voice as soft as twilight

And it’s all down hill, to the beach from here, Lonely
I’ve got something here to share, Only

Is the air getting thinner, or are we getting high

Rosalee you little county thang
Sure ‘nuff know, how to make me smile
You like the jangle, of my tambourine
Won’t you stay a little while

Rosalee, Rosalee

They Love Each Other

Mary run around, sailin up and down,
Looking for a shot in some direction.
Got it from the top, its nothing you can stop,
Lord, you know they made a fire connection.

They love each other, lord you can see that its true,
Lord you can see that its true, lord you can see that its true.

He could pass his time, around some other line
But you know he choose this place beside her.
Don’t get in their way, theres nothing you can say,
Nothing that you need to add or do.

They love each other, lord you can see that its true,
Lord you can see that its true, lord you can see that its true.

Its nothing, they explain, its like a diesel train
You better not be there when it rolls, over,
And when that train rolls in, you wonder where its been,
You gotta try and see a little further.

[ additional lyrics from the 1973 version ]

Though youll make a noise, just can’t hear your voice.
All the dizzy ride on your cold shoulder.

Wont you believe what I say is true?
Everything I did I heard it first from you.

Everything I tell you, I heard it first from you.
Heard your news report, you know youre falling short.
Pretty soon, well trust you for the weather.
When that ship comes in, you wont know where its been.
You got to try to see a little further.

Tumbleweed In Eden

Sing me a song like the wants of the river
Tell me a tale of the wolves
Make me a gift of arrow and quiver
Love me child of the moon
Bring me the bark from the burnt trees of Mayfair
Recite me ancient verse
Control the powers of wondrous color or unspeakable one word curse

Roll me like a tumbleweed in Eden
All the way home
Roll me like a tumbleweed in Eden
All the way home

Go ring the bells of solom forwarning
Chew on the bitteress roots
Go throw your rope speak in split tongue charming
Go shine your pair of black boots

Roll me like a tumbleweed in Eden
All the way home
Roll me like a tumbleweed in Eden
All the way home
And there I’ll stay
Lock me away until the day that you love me

So bring back the days of my emerald wanderings
Dream in a wide open sky
Never forget my drunken stumblings
And I’ll see you in the by and by

Shore Power

Something like love
Takes a lot of hurt to learn
No stone left unturned
And the fire on the mountain burns

What did you get hold of?
Was it too much yesterday
Dropped out hidden away
Left you with the bill to pay

Burned out faded away
Sideways, backwards, straight ahead
It’s all the same
It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
When no one remembers anyway

Of all the things to choose from
Why a pair of dusty wings
Some old sad songs to sing
And a kitchen that is never clean

From a maze, to a mist to a place like this
From a hole, to a star where ever you are
Burned out faded away
Sideways, backwards, straight ahead
It’s all the same
It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
When no one remembers anyway

Rat trap, New York City
That finger came with a gold splinter in it
Satin shoes tip toe thru the eves
Who spilled pollen on my sleeves

Something like love
Takes a lot of hurt to learn
No stone left unturned
And the fire on the mountain burns

From a maze, to a mist to a place like this
From a hole, to a star where ever you are
In a daze, from a haze, in the highest way

Burned out faded away
Sideways, backwards, straight ahead
It’s all the same
It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
When no one remembers anyway
It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
When no one remembers anyway
Well nobody, no one

Burn Slow

Curious to the taste
Oblivious to the take
A thinking mans mistake
Then you’re far away
I had a grand old time
With these good friends of mine
A golden light did shine
And the world did sing

Burn slow (Burn Slow)
Burn slow
Burn slow (Burn slow)
Burn slow

I’ve had to pass the hat around
Drink some black water down
In a great walled lonely town
Full of ghosts and clouds
Had to keep the dogs at bay
Heard ‘em howling every day
‘nough to drive a man insane
So I stayed a boy

Driving Wheel

Just came up on the midnight special
Hey, how ’bout that
My car broke down in Texas
She stopped dead in her tracks
Just called to tell you that I need you
Just called to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel

They took my money on the night train north
What a terrible thing, I gave my promise
That I will be there with you by Saturday night
I want to tell you that I need you
I need to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel

You can’t say much in a phone call, babe
You know how it is, I have to tell you one sure thing
Oh, won’t you listen to this?
I want to tell you that I love you, babe
I want to tell you just how I feel

I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel

I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel
Some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel

I feel like some old engine that’s lost my driving wheel

Betty’s Blends Vol 2: Best From the West

Following the 2013 release of Betty’s S.F. Blends, Volume One and their third full-length album, 2014′s Phosphorescent Harvest, Chris Robinson Brotherhood are back with an exciting double-LP: Betty’s Blends, Volume Two: Best From the West. Taking cues from Volume One, the CRB once again joined forces with Betty Cantor-Jackson, legendary archivist for the Grateful Dead, and allowed her to curate the new live album.

“It’s Betty’s trip, man … we’re just on it,” Chris Robinson gratefully says. “We’re Betty’s house band!”

Set for release on June 2, the double-LP features that were captured throughout the CRB’s 2014 summer tour across the western side of the country; “Shore Power” was recorded at Terrapin Crossroads in San Rafael, California.

“[Volume One] was taken from just one set of shows. This one, Betty recorded … I don’t know how many shows,” Robinson explains. “It’s a bit smaller of a presentation [than Volume One]; it’s only four sides, two pieces of vinyl. And it won’t just be vinyl only — we’re doing 2,000 [double-LP] sets, 2,000 CDs and 2,000 downloads. Everything is limited. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.”

Chuck Armstrong – Diffuser.com