All language subtitles for The.Grateful.Dead.1977.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Red and white.

Blue suede shoes.

I'm Uncle Sam.

How do you do?

Give me five.

I'm still alive.

Ain't no luck.

I learned to duck.

Check my pulse.

It don't change.

Stay seventy two,

come shine or rain.

Wave the flag.

Pop the bag,

rock the boat,

skin the goat.

Wave that flag.

Wave it wide and high.

Summertime done,

come and gone.

Well this job I got,

is just a little too hard,

uh-huh.

Running out of money, Lord,
I need more pay.

I'm gonna wake up
in the morning, Lord.

I'm gonna pack my bags.

I'm gonna beat it on down the line.

- I'm goin' down the line.
- (goin' down the line)

- Goin' down the line.
- (goin' down the line)

- Goin' down the line.
- (goin' down the line)

I'm gonna beat it on down the line.

The wheel is turning and
you can't slow down.

You can't let go and
you can't hold on.

You can't go back and
you can't stand still.

If the thunder don't get you
then the lightning...

Back to back,

chicken shack.

Son of a gun,

better change your act.

We're all confused.

What's to lose?

You can call this song

"The United States Blues."

Wave that flag,

wave it wide and high.

Summertime done,

come and gone, my oh my.

I'm Uncle Sam,

that's who I am.

Been hiding out

in a rock and roll band.

Shake the hand

that shook the hand

Of P.T. Barnum

and Charlie Chan.

Wave that flag,

wave it wide and high.

Summertime done,

come and gone, my oh my.

Back to back,

chicken shack.

Son of a gun,

better change your act.

We're all confused.

What's to lose?

You can call this song

"The United States Blues."

Wave that flag,

wave it wide and high.

Summertime done,

come and gone, my oh my.

Summertime done,

come and gone, my oh my.

My oh my, my my my.

Oh my, oh my, oh my.

Summertime done,

Come and gone, my oh my.

I went down to the mountain,
I was drinking some wine.

I looked up into heaven,
Lord, I saw a mighty sign.

Writ in fire across the heaven,
plain as black and white.

Get prepared, there's gonna
be a party tonight, uh huh huh.

Hey, Saturday night.

Well, uh-huh,

one more Saturday night.

Saturday night.

Everybody's dancing down
the local skating rink

with a basement full of dynamite
and live artillery.

Temperature keeps rising,
everybody getting high.

Come the rocking strike of midnight,
the whole place is gonna fly, uh huh.

Saturday night.

Well, uh-huh,

one more Saturday night.

Saturday night.

I turn on Channel Six,
the President comes on the news,

says I get no satisfaction,
that's why I sing the blues.

His wife says don't get crazy,
Lord you know what to do.

Crank up that old Victrola,
break out your rocking shoes, uh huh.

Hey, Saturday night.

Well, uh-huh,

one more Saturday night.

Saturday night.

Then God way up in heaven,
for whatever it was worth,

thought he'd have a big old party,
thought he'd call it planet earth.

Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord,
You'll know it when it comes.

When the rocking, rolling music
meets the rising, shining sun, uh-huh.

Hey, Saturday night.

Well, uh-huh,

One more Saturday night.

Saturday night.

Easy now!

- Hey, another Saturday night.
- (one more Saturday night)

- You can party, get right.
- (one more Saturday night)

- Hey, another Saturday night.
- (one more Saturday night)

One more Saturday,
one more Saturday night.

- Hey, another Saturday night.
- (one more Saturday night!)

Hey, on a Saturday night.

- Hey! Hey, yeah!
- (one more Saturday night)

- Another Saturday night.
- (one more Saturday night)

One more Saturday,
one more Saturday night.

- Hey, another Saturday night.
- (one more Saturday night)

- Hey, yeah!
- (one more Saturday night)

- Another Saturday night.
- (one more Saturday night)

One more Saturday,
one more, Saturday night.

Hey, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

And the camera roll.

- Anybody else?
- Hold it.

It's too late.
We'll get it together later on.

Just a moment we'd like to do
something that's never been done before

because there are men, for years and
years, who've worked with the Dead,

who've made it always possible,

getting all this equipment up.

For once, let's really get them up.

They're shy, we're very, very crazy...
the Grateful Dead crew.

Will you all come out here, please?
Come on!

Ram Rod, Steve,
get your asses out here, come on.

Healy, Jackson, Joseph...
Let's go, everybody.

Get 'em all out here.

Here's the man, right there...
Ram Rod, right on!

Come on, Sparky.

Here he is, one of the best guys
in the business, Bill Graham!

Billy, this is the proof.
For ten fuckin' years, they've done it.

Really, once again, for the crew.

Thank you very much.

You're a damned good audience!

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

- Goin' down the road feeling bad.
- (bad, bad)

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Going where the water tastes like wine.

Going where the water tastes like wine.

Going where the water tastes like wine.

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

- Goin' down the road feeling bad.
- (bad, bad)

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Sling comin' down!

Goin' up!

I got your professional name
all straightened out... Rego Park.

We're all getting paid here, you too!

Hey, Rego!

Oh, Bill, I've been fired!

Going where the climate
suits my clothes.

Going where the climate
suits my clothes.

Going where the climate
suits my clothes.

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

You ready?

- Goin' down the road feeling bad.
- (bad, bad)

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Hey, Bill!

Something might fall on you, Bill.
That's a warning, as a friend.

Sling comin' down!

I've got a plane to catch!

I've got a plane to catch.
What was your name?

Hey, Healy, you up there?

Okay. One, two, three!

Watch that, guys!

Okay.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

- Goin' down the road feeling bad.
- (bad, bad)

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

- Goin' down the road feeling bad.
- (bad, bad)

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

- Goin' down the road feeling bad.
- (bad, bad)

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

Goin' down the road feeling bad.

- Goin' down the road feeling bad.
- (bad, bad)

Don't wanna be treated this a way.

I guess we should go to Benny.

I know. And then there's the main guy in
regards to covering that whole front there.

That's gonna be something that we're
gonna have to clear through him.

I think it might be better if
you dart around behind all the stuff.

That's pretty hard.
There ain't that many holes, you know.

Well, I know but that's...
That's how few there are.

Try to get 'em over the top.

Think about it.

'Cause that would be the hippest.

- Then, you'd have the...
- But the scrim is so high.

Hey, man, I know,
but you'll just have to get stuff

to happen down here in the middle
somewhere, by timing it.

That means it can only
be that stuff I throw.

I can't set 'em up spray
planes, I can't...

It's not your decision to make.

It's not my decision, either.

- Is Bill Graham here?
- He'll be here at 5:00.

It's not so much you guys,

it's the people that you guys have had
confrontations with during the years.

They see someone in here with colors on
and they remember the time

maybe he got stomped by seven Angels
and goes fuckin' berserk.

I mean, I've seen it
happen a dozen times.

A thousand...

Oh, you know what?
Sandy's flying out here from New York,

and I know he's not
taking his patch off,

so he's coming a long way for nothing.

I say if Bill Graham
thinks I'm that violent,

I ought to just knock him out and leave.

You know, give him his satisfaction.

Hold it now. Stopping!

What was it the sound system, or what?

Some of the Grateful Dead albums
I worked on...

I was a co engineer on several
of their early albums.

You don't engineer no more, or what?

I've been...
The last couple of albums,

I've been going to the pressing plants

and overseeing the
actual record pressings

to make sure the final product
is high quality,

but not actually working on the albums.

Now, I have my hands full.

Burned to the ground,
but resurrected from the ashes.

We're always working
on the piano tuning.

What is it about this guitar
that makes it so...

Like most basses or guitars
that you hear

have one or two good tones on them.

This bass has many, many good tones

and can simulate the sound
of other basses.

It has lots of different filters on it,

that capability of switching
from one kind of sound

like the same sound coming
from all those speakers

to one string coming from each of
half of one of these stacks.

So in other words,
each string from four different sets,

so it bounces around depending
on how I play it.

I'm talking to you like you're a person,

because you look like a person,
even with that camera on.

Getting a little carried away, there.

I'm not trying to do that on purpose.

The camera!

Yeah, bring it back,
bring it back, bring it back.

Come on, come on, come on.

- We can play together.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah.

Truckin', got my chips cashed in.

Keep truckin' like the doodah man.

Together, more or less in line.

Just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees
out on Main Street.

Chicago, New York, Detroit,
and it's all the same street.

Your typical city involved in
a typical daydream.

Hang it up and see what
tomorrow brings.

Dallas got a soft machine.

Houston, too close to New Orleans.

New York got the ways and means

- but just won't let you be.
- (no, no, no)

Most of the cats that you meet
on the street speak of true love.

Most of the time they're sitting
and crying at home.

One of these days they know
they better get going

out of the door and down
in the street all alone.

Truckin' like the doodah man.

Once told me,
"You gotta play your hand.

"Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime

if you don't lay 'em down."

Sometimes the lights all shining on me.

Other times I can barely see.

Lately it occurs to me...

What a long strange trip it's been.

What in the world ever
became of sweet Jane?

She lost her sparkle you know
she isn't the same.

Living on reds and vitamin C
and cocaine.

All her friends can say is,
"Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin' off to Buffalo.

I been thinking you got to mellow slow.

It takes time.
You pick a place to go.

Just keep truckin' on.

Yeah, our happy home.

This is our mailing address.

That's it.

- That's where I live.
- Five days.

Sitting and staring out
of the hotel window.

Got a tip they're gonna kick
the door in again.

Well, I'd like to get some sleep
before I travel.

But if you got a warrant,
I guess you're gonna come in.

Busted down on Bourbon Street,

set up like a bowling pin.

Knocked down,
it gets to wearing thin.

- They just won't let you be.
- (no, no, no)

You're sick of hanging around
and you'd like to travel.

Get tired of traveling,
you want to settle down.

Well, I guess they can't revoke
your soul for trying.

Get out of the door,
light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shining on me.

All right!

Other times I can barely see.

What's that, Greg?

Chiclets.

Lately it occurs to me...

What a long strange trip it's been.

Truckin', I'm a going home,

whoa, whoa, baby,
back where I belong,

Back home,
sit down and patch my bones,

and get back truckin' on.

I would say we're pretty nuts.

What's it, three in the afternoon
or something?

About three in the afternoon,
the sidewalk,

there'd be some cop runnin'
up and down here saying,

"Stay back to this line," you know.

And people just sitting down,
gettin' stoned, snortin' coke.

All week long, people are
gonna be crazy out here.

How long have you guys
been out here?

What'd we get here,
3:00 this morning?

- Where's your mother?
- My mother?

- She's probably at work right now...
- Whereabouts?

...worryin' about me
being in line all day.

She works in Oakland.
She's a good mother.

How many people are tryin' to get in?

About seven... at least seven of us.

How many more do we need?

I don't know, we need lots,
'Cause there's always more that pop up.

- I just got one, though.
- I just got one, too.

Great.

Rock and roll!

Grateful Dead! Right on!

Have your tickets out and ready!

Have your tickets out and ready!
Have your tickets out and ready!

Have your tickets out and ready!

You can't carry it in.

Have your ticket out and ready, please!
Have your ticket ready.

There are two doors.

You can't carry that pack in.

I'm sorry, sir.
Thank you very kindly.

March right in and
have a good time!

Have 'em out and ready, please.
Have your ticket out and ready.

Have your ticket out and ready.

Have your tickets out and ready.

Have your tickets out and ready, please.

You just wait, man.

They promised that they
would play tonight.

Shit, man.

Grateful Dead! Yeah!

Tell me about the Dead.

The Dead, man,
gets to be the best band.

No doubt about it, man.

Wherever the Dead are,
you see the people, you know?

- Huh?
- What makes 'em the best?

Their sound system, man.
Their music and Jerry Garcia.

He's got it together, man.

They've been together
for the last ten years.

They've been together longer than
almost any group I know of.

You know, they've got it, man.

They're the best.

- They're the best.
- Besides Jesus.

- What's that?
- Acid, yeah.

I'm caught here
I'm going to try to get in.

You know, the Grateful Dead.

Sure, I have a ticket.
Wanna see it?

Well, you can't stand right there

I know. I'm just trying to
get my space together

so that I can go into the show.

I just came from a phone call.

Fantastic!

Oh, Donna Jean!

Right outside this lazy summer home.

You ain't got time to call
your soul a critic, no.

Right outside the lazy gate...

of winter's summer home...

wondering where the nuthatch winters.

Wings a mile long

just carried the bird away.

Wake up to find out that you are
the eyes of the world.

But the heart has its beaches,
its homeland and thoughts of its own.

Wake now discover

that you are the song
that the morning brings.

But the heart has its seasons,
its evenings and songs of its own.

Sometimes we live
no particular way but our own.

Sometimes we visit your country
and live in your home.

Sometimes we ride on your horses.

Sometimes we walk alone.

Sometimes the songs that we hear
are just songs of our own.

Wake up to find out that
you are the eyes of the world.

The heart has its beaches,
its homeland and thoughts of its own.

Wake now discover

that you are the song
that the morning brings.

But the heart has its seasons,
its evenings and songs of its own.

Say something intelligent.

Bottom line of the whole scene
is very simply stated.

There is nothing like
a Grateful Dead concert. Period.

Never will be.

If the Dead were to die,
I'd have reason to cry,

because the band I used to see
would be a cold memory.

But if the Dead were to live,
free concerts they'd give.

Jerry G. on guitar would bring 'em in
from near and far.

If the Dead were to cease,
there'd be no street peace.

We take hold the power,
skin the cat and take a shower.

But if the Dead live long,
we'll be singing their songs.

We'll all be so glad
Mama hated Diesel so bad.

Grateful Dead!

This is just fucked up, though.

This fuckin' film, man,
making cash off everybody.

This is the biggest pile of shit
I've ever seen the Dead ever do.

- You're full of shit!
- Aww, you're nuts, man.

If this film is just...

Five nights of this show, man.

You can have it filmed one night
and charge more.

- Would you would you listen to me?
- Yeah.

This film is nothing more than
a record album on film.

It kinda gets in the way of
everybody who's here, though.

Four or five years from now, you're gonna
be grateful that this thing was filmed.

You are gonna pay
4 or 5 dollars to see this film.

I don't know if I'll be
alive five years from now!

- Well, neither do I, but if you are alive...
- Well, you're crazy as shit, man!

...you'll be in that theater,
and I bet you...

- You wanna bet money on it?
- Yeah.

What's your name?
I'll take your address and I'll...

- My name is John Williams.
- John Williams?

- Yeah.
- Sam Hughes.

- Hi, Sam.
- Okay, I'll bet you anything

that I will not be at that movie.

It's always good to see
a real Dead Head around...

Yeah, why are you so uptight?
You feel you're being exploited?

- Yes.
- In what way?

Who is going to get royalties?
It's like this if this little thing,

which there's no way
it's gonna be in the movie,

and there were five million people
watching this movie all over the world...

and I was being in the movie right here,
but this is ten minutes of my time...

Say this was all in the movie,
these people are being charged,

do I get royalties, would I?

No.

St. Stephen!

- Crazy, man!
- You're crazy!

He's crazy because he doesn't realize...

He does not realize...
He's spaced out.

He wants a residual.

I hope this movie comes
true, man, really.

It will! We know it will!

The omnipotent Grateful Dead.

Sugar Magnolia, blossoms blooming.

Head's all empty and I don't care.

Saw my baby down by the river.

I knew she'd have
to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on under the willow.

We can have high times if you'll abide.

We can discover the wonders of nature...

rolling in the rushes
down by the riverside.

She's got everything delightful.

She's got everything I need.

Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double.

Pays my ticket when I speed.

She comes skimming
through rays of violet.

She can wade in a drop of dew.

She don't come and I don't follow.

Waits backstage while I sing to you.

She can dance a Cajun rhythm.

Jump like a Willys in four wheel drive.

She's my summer love in
the spring, fall and winter.

She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar Magnolia.

Ringin' that blue bell.

Caught up in sunlight.

Yeah, come on out singing,
I'll walk you in the sunshine.

Come on honey,
come home with me.

She's got everything delightful.

She's got everything I need.

A breeze in the pines in
the summer night moonlight.

Crazy in the sunlight, yes indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying,

When the moon is halfway down,

sometimes when the night is dying,

I take me out and I wander around.

I walk around.

Sunshine daydream.

Walk you in the tall trees.

Going where the wind goes.

Blooming like a red rose.

Come on over sweetly.

Light out singing

I'll walk you in the morning sunshine

Sunshine daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

Well, come on, come on over daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

Come on, come on from a sweet dream.

Sunshine daydream.

Wading in a cold stream.

Goin' out your window.

Goin', goin' where the wind goes.

They're never going to miss us.

Light out singing.

I got you in the morning sunshine.

Sunshine daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

Come on, come on over daydream.

Sunshine daydream

- Come on, come on from a sweet dream.
- (come on from a sweet dream)

Sunshine daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

- Come on, come on.
- (hey yeah, yeah)

Sunshine daydream.

- Well, come on Sweet Magnolia daydream.
- (comin' from a sweet dream)

Sunshine daydream.

When I dream of a daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

- Come on, come on, come on over daydream
- (comin' from a sweet dream, yeah)

- Sunshine daydream
- (dream)

- Yeah!
- (yeah)

Sunshine daydream.

Sunshine daydream.

- Lord, come on over daydream!
- (yeah, yeah)

Sunshine daydream.

Sweet Magnolia daydream.

(sweet daydream)

Thank you all, goodnight!

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Oh, that's nice.
- You're not kidding.

It's always this...
a group of the same faces, basically.

And then, there's new people keep
coming in over the years,

and then older people
phase off, you know,

advance on to different trips and
you don't see their faces as much.

But it's like a continuous trip.

The first concert I went to was
the Dead at Fillmore with...

It was on a Sunday afternoon
at 1:00 or so, I don't know,

when they used to play
afternoons at Fillmore

with the Airplane and Big Brother,
and that used to be really big.

I mean, you never get to see
those three at once.

- They used to do it every weekend.
- Really.

See the Dead out at the Panhandle
and Golden Gate Park.

But those were the old days.

If my words did glow

with the gold of sunshine...

and my tunes were played

on the harp unstrung,

would you hear my voice...

come through the music?

Would you hold it near,

as it were your own?

It's a hand me down.

The thoughts are broken.

Perhaps they're better...

left unsung.

I don't know.

Don't really care.

Let there be songs...

to fill the air.

When did you first start
going to the concerts?

I guess about 1967 in New York.

I remember in the Fillmore
and Hartford, Connecticut,

and L.A. and Charlotte, North Carolina,
and Philadelphia,

and just a whole bunch of places.

And all when all the acid things
were going on,

all the heavy kind of
generational changes

and everything that was
happening in the country,

they seemed to really
be reflecting that,

and so was I.

And so, it just really
meant a lot to me.

See that girl bare-footing along?

Whistling and singing,
she's a carrying on.

Got laughing in her eyes,
dancing in her feet.

She's a neon light diamond.

She can live on the street.

Hey, hey, come right away.

Come and join the party every day.

Hey, hey, come right away.

Come and join the party every day.

Well, everybody's dancing
in a ring around the sun.

Nobody's finished,
we ain't even begun.

So take off your shoes, child,

and take off your hat.

Try on your wings
and find out where it's at.

Hey, hey, come right away.

Come and join the party every day.

Hey, hey, come right away.

Come and join the party every day.

Take a vacation,
fall out for a while.

Summer's coming in,
winter's going out in style.

Well, lie down smoking, honey.

Have yourself a ball,
'cause your mother's down in Memphis.

Won't be back till the fall.

Hey, hey, come right away.

Come and join the party every day.

Hey, hey, come right away.

Come and join the party every day.

Some folks look for answers,

others look for fights.

Some folks up in the treetops

just a looking for their kites.

But I can tell your future.

Whoa, just look what's in your hand.

But I can't stop for nothing.

I'm just playing in the band.

Playing.

Playing in the band.

Daybreak.

Daybreak on the land.

Some folks look for answers,

others look for fights.

Some folks up in the treetops

just looking for their kites.

Well, I can tell your future.

Whoa, just look what's in your hand.

But I can't stop for nothing.

I'm just playing in the band.

Playing.

Playing in the band.

Daybreak.

Daybreak on the land.

Standing on a tower,

world at my command.

You just keep turning
while I'm playing in the band.

And if a man among you

got no sin upon his hand,

let him cast a stone at me

for playing in the band.

Playing.

Playing in the band.

Daybreak.

Daybreak on the land.

There's no relationship that
I've ever been able to hear on tapes

between the way I feel

and the way it went down,
you know what I mean?

Doesn't matter how I feel.

- It doesn't?
- No.

I haven't been able to hear it matter.

It matters how I feel to me,
of course, 'cause that...

You know, I feel that way, you know.

I come off the stage, boy,

sometimes really,
really upset, you know.

And when I was younger,
I would get even more upset

I'd get more crazy.

I would want it to be
really good, you know,

and I'd think, wow,
it's not where it should be.

It's almost there, but it's not there.
And then I'd get really angry.

I remember one time, we were...
we did the Carousel, and we recorded.

I got really upset at
the end of the set,

'cause I thought it was
just horrible for some reason.

It seemed like everything
was a struggle.

And I got real pissed off at Phil
and I grabbed him

and threw him down this
little flight of stairs.

You know, it's like, man,
I've never done that.

And Phil... I've been really tight
with him for years.

I was that freaked out, you know,

and high, too, you know,
flipped out, man.

Music was fucked, you know.

And then we listened
to these tapes months later

and ended up using 'em
on our album, man

They were... You know, they were...

You know, they were
crackling with energy.

They were amazing,
but that's when I knew,

well, fuck, I've just got to learn
to keep my mouth shut, you know,

and just not even think about whether...

whether it seemed like
it was happening to me or not.

He's very creative, but you kind of have
to kick his ass every now and again.

I have found that,
generally speaking,

I create best when somebody
holds a gun to my head.

I use a telephone to call him up
and ask him

if he's written any music
so I can write some words,

'cause I've given up on trying to write
words and have him write music later.

- And I like it that way.
- Yeah. Gives him the upper hand.

I call myself a
four-sided schizophrenic,

because you have to have four
separate ideas going,

all right, and then a single thing here.

It's more than patting your head,
rubbing your stomach,

because you're doing
it with four things.

And that sort of relates as to
why when you get that down in music,

in drumming, particularly,
then you get so you can be dancing,

and that is really fine,

'cause you sit back there and
it feels just like you're dancing.

You're playing and the groove
is just right and the kicks aren't made

the accents and the rolls,

they're not made,
they're just into the flow.

And that's the kind of music I like.

Playing.

Playing in the band.

Daybreak.

Daybreak on the la

Playing.

Playing in the band.

Daybreak.

Daybreak on the land.

Playing.

Like the wave upon on the sand.

Daybreak.

While I'm playing in the band.

I'm waitin' for Bob, man.

- So? Bob who?
- Weir.

Listen, I'm doing some
electrical work at his house.

What's your name?

Okay, listen.

We're doing work at the house,

I gave him my card,
I'm his chef,

he says come on down, give me
the card, you'll get in.

You're either on the list or you're not.
What's your name?

My name's Levy.

Just give him my card,
he'll say let 'em in.

- Give us your card.
- I gave it to this dude.

I'll take it.

So, now, if you'd come
to that door, there,

and then come out,
then we could've let you back in.

But if you come out the side door,

we have no way of tellin' you
whether you were sick or not.

But how about the fact that I...

You have to come out this door here.

I know but, I'm from New York

I've come 3,000 miles
to see this concert.

Yeah, but darlin',
you should read the signs.

Can you get Bob Weir for me?

I gave your card,
what more can I do?

Now, hush...
Anyway, get out of here.

I wouldn't come out here to see it

and not, you know,
have a ticket to get in.

I'm not gonna come 3,000 miles...

What's up, miss?

What's the problem?

Well, I came out the side door
because I needed air

and it was cool air,

and I walked around and
now I want to come back in.

I have absolutely
no way of knowing that.

Thanks a lot, love.

You keep it.

- I don't want it.
- All right.

- What's your first name?
- Jeff.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

Thank you.

Well, honey, you told me
you're not walking around...

Do you know a guard or somebody
that saw you walk out,

if he comes here and
tells me that he's seen you inside,

I'll let you back in.

All right, I'll go and look for him.

Tickets only.

Tickets only.

Ticket, sir?

No.

Sorry, we're all sold out.

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.

Stella Blue.

Stella Blue.

I've stayed in

every blue light cheap hotel

Can't win for trying.

Dust off those rusty strings

just one more time.

Gonna make them shine.

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.

Crying like the wind.

It seems like

all this life...

was just a dream.

Stella Blue.

Stella Blue.

Next.

- Yeah, can I get a hot dog?
- Wet hot dog.

- Anything else?
- Yeah, can I...

- Pardon?
- Can I get some mustard on it?

Mustard's right over there, sir.
Sixty cents. Out of ten.

Do you like any particular
group more than another?

- Do you like...
- Sha Na Na.

- What?
- That's my favorite, Sha Na Na.

- Sha Na Na?
- Yeah.

What do you think of the Dead?

I think their music's too loud.
I don't care for loud music.

That's why I like Sha Na Na.

I do.

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

and you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

This old engine

makes it on time,

Leaves Central Station

about a quarter to nine,

hits River Junction

at seventeen to.

At a quarter to ten

you know it's traveling again

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

And you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

Margaret Mead should be here.

- Margaret who?
- Margaret Mead, honey.

- What for?
- What do you mean?

This is it. This is what
she always wanted to do.

Really, really, really, fuckin' really!

Really, really, really,
really, really, man, really!

Trouble with you is

the trouble with me.

Got two good eyes

but we still don't see.

Come round the bend.

You know it's the end.

The fireman screams
and the engine just gleams

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

and you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

and you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

and you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

And you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

And you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

and you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

Drivin' that train

high on cocaine,

Casey Jones you better

watch your speed.

Trouble ahead,

trouble behind,

and you know that notion

just crossed my mind.

And you know that notion...

just crossed...

my...

mind.

What's left of the vineyards?

What do you want,
red, white or green?

White.

Green?

Green might be interesting.

Suck on it, suck on it, suck on it.

Walk me out

in the morning dew,

my honey.

Walk me out

in the morning dew

today.

Can't walk you out

in the morning dew,

my honey.

I can't walk you out

in the morning dew

today.

I thought I heard

a baby cry

this morning.

I thought I heard

a baby...

cry today.

Thought I heard

a baby...

cry this morning.

You didn't hear

no baby...

cry today.

Where have all

the people gone.

My honey?

Where have all

the people gone...

today?

There's no need for you
to be worrying

about all those people.

You never see

those people...

anyway.

I thought I heard

a young man...

mourn this morning

I thought I heard

a young man mourn...

today.

I thought I heard

a young man...

mourn this morning.

I can't walk you out

in the morning...

dew today.

Walk me out

in the morning dew,

my honey.

Walk me out

in the morning dew...

today.

Walk you out

in the morning dew,

my honey.

I guess it doesn't...

matter...

anyway.

I guess it doesn't...

matter...

anyway.

I guess it doesn't...

matter...

anyway.

Thank you.
Thanks a whole lot.

We're gonna change a little bit
of equipment up here

and play some more in a few minutes.

Thank you.

Where the fuck's the water?

Water, just plain, old cold water.

Lots of it.

Where have they taken
my guitar case to?

That's the stuff.

Hey, Barney, look who's here!

I know!

I saw her last night
for the first time.

Got some cake?

One more time, anybody?

- One more time?
- One more time?

- What do you want to do?
- Let's decide.

I guarantee you, this way is
the only way you'll get out this door.

Wait a minute, where's the drummer?

Some of you folks might remember
our old drummer,

Mickey Hart,
who's playing with us tonight.

Fresh out of a mental institution,
and a brand new man.

He still has uncontrollable
urges to throw things.

Deep down in Louisiana,
close to New Orleans,

way back up in the woods
among the evergreens,

there is an old cabin
made of earth and wood,

where lived a country boy
named Johnny B. Goode.

He never learned to
read or write so well,

but he could play a guitar
just like ringing a bell.

Go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny B. Goode.

He used to carry his guitar
in a gunny sack,

go sit up in the trees
by the railroad track.

The engineers seen him
sitting in the shade,

strumming to the rhythm
that the drivers made.

People passing by would
all stop and say

"My but that little
country boy can play!"

Go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny B. Goode.

His papa told him
"Someday you will be a man."

"You will be the leader
of a big old band."

"Many people coming
from miles around"

"will hear you play your music
when the sun goes down."

"Maybe someday
your name will be in lights,"

"saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

Go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny, go, go!

Go, Johnny B. Goode.

Thank you all.
See you sometime.

What am I going to do?

I'm going straight home
and get into bed.

I've been here since 9:00
yesterday morning,

and I must go home
and get into bed.

I'm going straight home
and get into bed.

Straight home and get into bed.

Go home before you kill yourself.

- Goodnight!
- Goodnight!

Annie laid her head down

in the roses.

She had ribbons, ribbons,

ribbons in her long brown hair.

I don't know,

maybe it was the roses.

All I know,

I could not leave her there.

I don't know,

it must have been the roses.

The roses or the ribbons

in her long brown hair.

I don't know,

maybe it was the roses.

All I know,

I could not leave her there.

Ten years, the waves rolled

the ships home from the sea.

Thinking, well, how it may blow

in all good company.

If I tell another

what your own lips told to me,

Let me lay beneath the roses,

let my eyes no longer see.

I don't know,

it must have been the roses.

The roses or the ribbons

in her long brown hair.

I don't know,

maybe it was the roses.

All I know,

I could not leave her there.