A Fat Man Has Died

a fat man has died they re goin off on the spirit of gerry tonight all over the world playing keyboard skateboards washboards in the key of garcia chord of gerry cuttin up in the clubs the clubs of america's gerry garcia (senator sew and fuck and senator flee and duck both loved gerry so) on and so on and so on and one four five time cherry garcia sucked off a spoon cold audio croon two three four satisfaction in many more ways than one on more mouths than none last call! all aboard! gerry mandered across state lines state of living state of dead whistles in the night disintegrate into the integrated pitch in the crowd the mud cloth and skirt of gerryblind dancers mandala feetslappin boxcar tweetle psycedeetle beetle in gerry's beard shoves a brittle foot down lars melich of metallica screw turnin' band at work at factory's throat to show the power of the bootleg shot heard round the weird gerry's dead gerry's dead gerry's dead the feeling of having gerry inside while he was alive versus the feeling of him movin' in as he dies that takes time the granted pleasure of antics sound and mounds of cherry garcia ice cream coming down throats coming out of only what I take with me of gerry now !!!!! gerry right here within me before I go to his grave and say hellos is what I hold what I know a stand bands of people still tonight inside shaking their bodies and adjusting the souls making room for making room for another significant part of ourselves at this later time already enough! a fat man has died known by many many more to meet some of them skinny some knotted twine some slinging lyrics none longer sung by a fat man has died tonight we mumble stumble in his poems songs undeniable bongs death defyable capsules acid advice from the stone seeping upwards at a depth of six deep a fat man has died flowers dancing alas! the alone stories will swirl convalescence airs twilight years with out old Gerry Garcia of The Grateful dead 1995

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