Last night I shared a few lines from one of my favorite songs, “Stella Blue,” written by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia. Today I’ll share the whole song. It’ a hymn of hope.
All the years combine They melt into a dream A broken angel sings From a guitar In the end there’s just a song Comes crying like the wind Through all the broken dreams And vanished years
[Verse 2] When all the cards are down There’s nothing left to see There’s just the pavement left And broken dreams In the end there’s still that song Comes crying like the wind Down every lonely street That’s ever been
[Chorus] Stella blue, Stella blue
[Bridge] I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel Can’t win for trying Dust off those rusty strings just One more time Going to make ’em shine (shine)
[Verse 3] It all rolls into one And nothing comes for free There’s nothing you can hold For very long And when you hear that song Come crying like the wind It seems like all this life Was just a dream
For some reason I think Joan is thinking “You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd but you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.”
But seeing the children’s pictures reminded me of more than just a line:
“My name is Angela
I am twelve years old
I’ve given up on working hard
And doing as I’m told
I see a child psychologist
Who’s spotted in my head
A recipe for delinquency
Or something just as bad
But I’ll fight
For my independence
I see the world in another way
To my teachers and my parents
My priorities are different
And my life is not as aimless
I am not disruptive
I am not dangerous
I’ve risen on purpose
Like poetry and jazz”
Last night I shared a few lines from one of my favorite songs, “Stella Blue,” written by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia. Today I’ll share the whole song. It’ a hymn of hope.
All the years combine
They melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
From a guitar
In the end there’s just a song
Comes crying like the wind
Through all the broken dreams
And vanished years
[Chorus]
Stella blue, Stella blue
[Verse 2]
When all the cards are down
There’s nothing left to see
There’s just the pavement left
And broken dreams
In the end there’s still that song
Comes crying like the wind
Down every lonely street
That’s ever been
[Chorus]
Stella blue, Stella blue
[Bridge]
I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can’t win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just
One more time
Going to make ’em shine (shine)
[Verse 3]
It all rolls into one
And nothing comes for free
There’s nothing you can hold
For very long
And when you hear that song
Come crying like the wind
It seems like all this life
Was just a dream
[Chorus]
Stella blue, Stella blue
Beautiful, Barbara.
For some reason I think Joan is thinking “You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd but you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.”
But seeing the children’s pictures reminded me of more than just a line:
“My name is Angela
I am twelve years old
I’ve given up on working hard
And doing as I’m told
I see a child psychologist
Who’s spotted in my head
A recipe for delinquency
Or something just as bad
But I’ll fight
For my independence
I see the world in another way
To my teachers and my parents
My priorities are different
And my life is not as aimless
I am not disruptive
I am not dangerous
I’ve risen on purpose
Like poetry and jazz”
Thanks for sharing those favorite lines, Chris!
thanks for showing up consistently every day! I look forward to your posts!
Thanks for showing up here, Carol Anne!