David Dodd (ddodd) Mon 8 Sep 03 09:30
Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues w: Petersen m: Mydland, Lesh AGDL: http://arts.ucsc.edu/gdead/agdl/hams.html LASF: http://www.whitegum.com/songfile/REVOLHAM.HTM
Alex Allan (alexallan) Mon 8 Sep 03 20:50
Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues Lyrics: Bobby Petersen Music: Phil Lesh/Brent Mydland Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. Halfway past two on Monday through the silent loom Rolling down Wild Hair Boulevard with the rising of the [poon] Hot damn, it's Mother's Day, don't you all look fine Promenading down the long car ocean, yes it's nice and sipping wine We got poets, shuckers and godzilla's grandmother Sweet little frozen no suit We got Speed Racer and his arcade androids Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues See here lover, may I tighten your cap? Honey, may I loosen your load? You hold on to this hand grenade while I ... I remember some chicks from the skid row Come along the city streets too Silly says, I say it once, for you it's cold steel and slow Its sounds have all ruptured, with chairs and flying glass Silly swept out in the sauna, shouting verse and kickin' ass Back then, what seemed to happen nightly, that'll make the 6 o'clock news Speed Racer and the band here playing As I recall I went for the window, but I never did get to it Hit me hard with his hickory stick, was the last thing I saw that year Drag me down and tangle, you can read the charges if you please Pray thirty days and on my [jail] gonna fill 'em with [extasy] But honey may I tighten your cap? Come on and let me loosen your load You hold on to this grenade for me, while I ... The full moon irradiates Wild Hair Boulevard now, dumb shits talk so bold Reminds me of old, Silly, and how we did it all over Did it all over, did it all over the road We got poets, shuckers and Godzilla's grandmother Sweet little frozen no suit We got Speed Racer and his arcade androids Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues
David Dodd (ddodd) Thu 25 Sep 03 12:37
This note from a reader of the Annotated GD Lyrics: (and email exchange with me): -----Original Message----- From: lc putgenter jr [mailto:email@example.com] Sent: Sunday, September 21, 2003 9:21 PM To: Dodd, David Subject: Re: revolutionary hamy hey david sorry it's taken me awhile to get back to you. i'm glad you found my take on the two lines of Revolutionary sound. it got me thinking about the rest of the song, and after re-reading the two versions posted on your site, and cross- checking them with several other sites (more or less repeated "verbatim"), i realized that my take on RHB differs more than most. it seems to me that what these posted lyrics lack is cohesion, and if you read even a little of petersen you see that the guy did NOT write in a cryptic, elliptical style. certainly, my take on it could be wrong here and there, and in fact there are two places in particular that i'm still trying to untangle. however, with careful (and repeated listening) i think it's possible to plumb the great majority of words to RHB with sufficient exactitude to satisfy both fans of the dead, and of petersen. if i can work out the leftover kinks i'll let you know. anyway, here's the way i hear it: Halfway past clear on Monday Through this side of the moon Rollin' down Wild Hair Boulevard With the riders enough to prove (it) Hot damned, it's Mother's Day Don't you all look fine Prom'nadin' down a long car watch (phil:"ocean"?) Drinkin' schnapps and sippin' wine We got poets, shuckers, and Godzilla's Grandmother's Sweet little frozen cold soup We got Speed Razor and His Arcade Androids Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues Singin' Momma may i tighten your cap? Now honey, may i loosen your load? Here, hold on to this hand grenade While i... I remember some (phil:"act") (brent:"chick") from The Sheer Thrill Comin' on to Silly's squeeze, too Silly said if i say it once "For you it's caught stealin' slow" Xanadu Bar erupted Mid the chairs and flyin' glass Silly smack dab in the zone, now Shoutin' words and kickin' ass Back then what seemed to happen nightly Now would make the 6 o'clock news Speed Racer and the band kept playin' As i recall i went for the window But i never did get the kid Hit me hard Henry's hickory stick Was the last thing i saw that year Drag me down to your jammed fuckin' jail (phil:"Where") you can charge us if you please Laid thirty days upon my cell For their [feelin' with their nookie]? Momma may i tighten your cap? Yo, momma let me loosen your load Here, hold on to this grenade for me While i... Full moon irradiates Wild Hair Boulevard now Gun ships tussle home Reminds me of old Silly And how we did it all over did it all over did it all over the road We got poets, shuckers and Godzilla's Grandmother's Sweet little frozen old soup We got Speed Racer and His Arcade Androids Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues "Dodd, David" wrote: > > Howdy Larry, > Your take makes MUCH more sense. I'd like to post your comment to a > newly-created (not yet launched) site, Deadsongs.vue, which will take > comments on any song in the GD repertoire and gradually build up a > database of common wisdom about the songs. Would it be ok with you to > see your comment posted like that? Also, most likely, on the Annotated > Lyrics site, of course... > Best, > --David > > -----Original Message----- > From: lc putgenter jr [mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org] > Sent: Wednesday, September 03, 2003 9:02 PM > To: email@example.com > Subject: revolutionary hamy > > hi david. > > to my ears (judging from my tape of the single live > performance of Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues), brent says > > "back then what seemed to happen nightly > now would make the six o'clock news...." > > this humorous, whimsical, and somewhat brash line is, > i think, not only in keeping with the narrative voice of > Revolutionary, but is also considerably less cryptic and > rather more ironic than the two versions you've posted: > (http://arts.ucsc.edu/GDead/AGDL/hams.html): > > "i felt the city have a narly, > don't make the 6 o'clock news" > > and christian crumlish's interpretation > from his tape, > > "back then, the sweep-you hopped the 90, > don't make the six o'clock news". > > just thought i'd throw in my 2 cents. > thanks >
Christian Crumlish (xian) Fri 26 Sep 03 10:30
David, do you have the mail I sent you when I was writing my Petersen paper for the Dead caucus (and later for Nick's Dead Letters Magazine)? My lyrics interpretation diverged from the original draft at your site, but there are still some mysteries. I see you had Ice Nine permission but when I checked with Alan Trist they had no RHB lyrics on file. I'd love to see if Phil can remember any of the details! I was at the one performance of this song and we were up half the night listening to our audience tape of the show and trying to transcribe the song.
David Dodd (ddodd) Mon 29 Sep 03 13:39
Christian, I remember something--let me go paw through my old email files...
Christian Crumlish (xian) Mon 29 Sep 03 19:42
I may have it too...
David Dodd (ddodd) Thu 25 Jun 15 13:47
Posted on Nick Meriwether's "Documenting the Dead" blog post on dead.net, a typescript (in all caps) with the following lyrics for RHB (http://www.dead.net/features/blog/documenting-dead-robert-m-petersen-papers) Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues Halfway past gloomy Monday Further side of loon Rollin down wild hair boulevard With the rising of the poon Hot damn midwinters day Dont you all look fine Promenadin down the carwash Passin snipes and sniffin wine We got poets, shuckers, Godzillas grandmutha Sweet little frozen-nose Sue We got Speed Razor & the Arcade Androids Mama may I tighten your cap? Honey let me loosen your load Here, hold onto this hand grenade While I . Whats his face from the shit club Comin on to Sillys squeeze Joe Silly sez, Ill say it once For youits cold steel, and slow So the Sand Dune Bar erupted Splintered chairs & flyin glass Silly smack dab in the stormeye Spoutin verse and kickin ass Back then what seemed to happen nightly Now would make the front page news Still Speed Razor and the band kept playin Revolutionary Hamstrung Blues Petersen/Lesh/Mydland copyright 1983
Alex Allan (alexallan) Fri 26 Jun 15 02:23
And Nicholas has kindly provided Page 2, with the further lyrics: I headed for the window Never did get clear Deputy Hawg and his hickory stick Was the last thing I saw that year Drag us down to Kangaroo Cave Read the charges if you please Laid thirty days upon my tail For interferin' with entropy Your Honor, may I tighten your cap? [Your Honor], let me loosen your load Here, hold on to this hand grenade While I ... Yes, the full moon irradiates Wild Hair Boulevard Where gunships prowl so bold Which is when we remember ol' Silly And how he did it all over the road Boy, have you paid your reality tax? Gimmie 'nother hit of that Mendocino skunk Girl, y'paid up your institutional dues? Gimmie 'nother jug of that good German brew You, you're gonna road test that Oregon boot Gimmie 'nother glass of that sweet brown death What the hell do you mean? And you're asking me? Note that the Grateful Dead didn't sing the last verse in the only live performance.
Robin Russell (rrussell8) Mon 29 Jun 15 16:59
Good work and thanks, Nick, David and Alex. It seems to me this is a kaleidoscope rather than a microscope.
David Dodd (ddodd) Wed 1 Jul 15 13:47
Nice! Now, to get to work on the annotations...this could make it into the October reprint of the book. Yay!
David Dodd (ddodd) Wed 8 Jul 15 09:32
Seeking thoughts on some of the lingo in this lyric. Poom -- short for poontang? Would make some sense in context. Passing snipes -- passing pipes wordplay? Kangaroo Cave -- Kangaroo Court? Did it all over the road -- nod to the Beatles
Alex Allan (alexallan) Thu 9 Jul 15 04:12
Or is it snipes as an abbreviation for guttersnipes?
David Dodd (ddodd) Thu 9 Jul 15 12:58
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