Grateful Dead Live at Fillmore East 9.19.1970

Set 3 (partial) 01. //Sugar Magnolia 02. Dark Star -> 03. St. Stephen -> 04. Not Fade Away -> 05. Turn On Your Lovelight/Crowd 06. House Music (Get Together)/Final Remarks

Etta James & The Grateful Dead

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Dylan Thomas - A Child's Christmas In Wales
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Bonnie Raitt does Mose Allison

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THANKSGIVING PRAYER by W.S. Burroughs

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THANKSGIVING PRAYER (audio only)
By William Burroughs (audio visual)

"To John Dillinger and hope he is still alive.
Thanksgiving Day November 28 1986"

…Thanks for the wild turkey and
..the passenger pigeons, destined
to be shat out through wholesome
………….American guts.

Thanks for a continent to despoil
……………and poison.

..Thanks for Indians to provide a
….modicum of challenge and
……………..danger.

Thanks for vast herds of bison to
……kill and skin leaving the
………..carcasses to rot.

Thanks for bounties on wolves
…………and coyotes.

..Thanks for the American dream,
....To vulgarize and to falsify until
……the bare lies shine through.

………..Thanks for the KKK.

……For nigger-killin' lawmen,
………feelin' their notches.

For decent church-goin' women,
with their mean, pinched, bitter,
…………..evil faces.

….Thanks for "Kill a Queer for
…………Christ" stickers.

….Thanks for laboratory AIDS.

Thanks for Prohibition and the
…….war against drugs.

…Thanks for a country where
..nobody's allowed to mind the
………….own business.

Thanks for a nation of finks.
…Yes, thanks for all the
memories-- all right let's see
…………your arms!

You always were a headache and
……you always were a bore.

Thanks for the last and greatest
betrayal of the last and greatest
……...of human dreams.

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Patti Smith Speaks Out

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A recording from Patti Smith's New Year's Eve concert.
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The passion and clarity in her voice is a powerful truth and worth listening to every word. I'll call it political poetry ~ you can call it what you want... I just ask you to listen to all of it with an open mind and heart.

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Still Falls the Rain ~ By Edith Sitwell

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Listen To Edith Sitwell Read Her Poem HERE

Still Falls the Rain
(The Raids, 1940, Night and Dawn)
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Still falls the Rain -
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss-
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross

Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
in the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet

On the Tomb:
Still falls the Rain
In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain.

Still falls the Rain
At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross.
Christ that each day, each night, nails there
have mercy on us-
On Dives and on Lazarus:
Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one.

Still falls the Rain- Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:
He bears in his Heart all wounds- those of the light that died
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad, uncomprehending dark,
The wounds of the baited bear -
The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
On his helpless flesh... the tears of the hunted hare.

Still falls the Rain-
Then - O Ile leape up to my God: who pulles me doune-
See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament:
It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree
Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart
That holds the fires of the world - dark-smirched with pain
As Caesar's laurel crown.

Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among beasts has lain-
'Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood for thee'.