Terrapin Station (Live at Soldier Field, Chicago, IL 7/5/2015)

Terrapin Station (Live at Soldier Field, Chicago, IL 7/5/2015) - Grateful Dead (感恩而死)

Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme suggesting rhythm

That will not forsake thee till my tale is told and done

While the firelight's aglow strange shadows from the flames will grow

Till things we've never seen will seem familiar

Shadows of a sailor forming winds both foul and fair all swarm

Down in Carlisle he loved a lady many years ago

Here beside him stands a man a soldier from the looks of him

Who came through many fights but lost at love

While the storyteller speaks a door within the fire creaks

Suddenly flies open and a girl is standing there

Eyes alight with glowing hair all that fancy paints as fair

She takes her fan and throws it in the lion's den

Which of you to gain me tell will risk uncertain pains of hell

I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance

The sailor gave at least a try the soldier being much too wise

Strategy was his strength and not disaster

The sailor coming out again the lady fairly leapt at him

That's how it stands today you decide if he was wise

The storyteller makes no choice soon you will not hear his voice

His job is to shed light and not to master

Since the end is never told we pay the teller off in gold

In hopes he will come back but he cannot be bought or sold

Inspiration move me brightly light the song with sense and color

Hold away despair more than this I will not ask

Faced with mysteries dark and vast statements just seem vain at last

Some rise some fall some climb to get to terrapin

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright

The spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best

Oh from the northwest corner of a brand new crescent moon

Crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune

Terrapin station

In the shadow of the moon terrapin station

And I know we'll be there soon

I can't figure out terrapin if it's the end or beginning

But the train's put it's brakes on

And the whistle is screaming terrapin