David Dodd (ddodd) Tue 2 Sep 03 15:07
Days Between w: Hunter m: Garcia AGDL: http://arts.ucsc.edu/gdead/agdl/days.html LASF: http://www.whitegum.com/songfile/DAYSBETW.HTM
Alex Allan (alexallan) Tue 2 Sep 03 18:52
Days Between Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Jerry Garcia Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. There were days, and there were days And there were days between Summer flies and August dies The world grows dark and mean Comes the shimmer of the moon On black infested trees The singing man is at his song The holy on their knees The reckless are out wrecking The timid plead their pleas No one knows much more of this Than anyone can see Anyone can see There were days, and there were days And there were days besides When phantom ships with phantom sails Set to sea on phantom tides Comes the lightning of the sun On bright unfocused eyes The blue of yet another day A springtime wet with sighs A hopeful candle lingers In the land of lullabies Where headless horsemen vanish With wild and lonely cries Lonely cries There were days, and there were days And there were days I know When all we ever wanted Was to learn and love and grow Once we grew into our shoes We told them where to go Walked halfway around the world On promise of the glow Stood upon a mountain top Walked barefoot in the snow Gave the best we had to give How much we'll never know We'll never know There were days, and there were days And there were days between Polished like a golden bowl The finest ever seen Hearts of Summer held in trust Still tender young and green Left on shelves collecting dust Not knowing what they mean Valentines of flesh and blood As soft as velveteen Hoping love would not forsake The days that lie between Lie between
David Gans (tnf) Wed 19 Apr 06 08:25
From the GDH list, posted with permission: From: "jkelly" <firstname.lastname@example.org> To: <email@example.com> Subject: [GDH] Days Between thoughts List-Subscribe: <http://gdhour.com/mailman/listinfo/gdh_gdhour.com>, <mailto:GDHfirstname.lastname@example.org?subject=subscribe> This song has had a tremendous impact on me since the first time I truly heard the words. This is Hunter at the absolute height of his lyrical prowess. The four verses take their theme from the four seasons of the year, but not in the usual order. The imagery and emotive power of the lyrics could keep me raving for a long time, but the one thought I wanted to share was about the verse that includes the line, "Once we grew into our shoes...." I'm reminded of a statement I read from one of the Beatles who said, in effect, there are only four people who ever lived who knew what it was like to be a Beatle from inside the experience. I get an image of Hunter writing these beautiful words with a headful of memories, and similarly Jerry singing them with memories of those impossibly high times, standing on the edge of the universe and leaning over, and all the highs and lows that came with being in the Grateful Dead, and the price paid for that experience: "how much we'll never know." It's no Sugar Magnolia, boogie in the sunshine song, but in its own way it epitomizes the Dead for me along with a handful of other tunes like "Stella Blue," "Crazy Fingers," and a few others.
Marked from the Day That I was Born (ssol) Wed 19 Apr 06 13:11
jkelly's words are apt. >standing at the edge of the universe and leaning over< Yep! Nobody knows the costs of doing business as the Grateful Dead, but the survivors. That lyric is so beautiful and the thoughts and emotions that song begs are as bewildering as they are beguiling. To mangle a couple of Hunter-esque metaphors, hearing "Days Between" well rendered is like standing in a blizzard of rose petals.
Dave Smilan (sdave) Mon 11 Aug 14 20:04
xposting from Morning Dew and from facebake: For Jews, the first 9 days of the Month of Av  are a dark time, in remembrance of the destruction of both Temples many years apart on the 9th of Av. Jerry Garcia was born on an August 1st and died on the 9th of Aug., 1995. Near the end of his life, he sang a wistful song called Days Between. With a certain sad reverence, many Grateful Deadheads now observe the first 9 days of Aug. as The Days Between. 9 days, 9 days! Coincidence? I didnt really know about the first 9 days of Av until I heard Rabbi Naomi Levys sermon on Friday night, Aug. 1st. I knew about Tisha BAv -- the 9th of Av -- partly because it sounds funny (tushy bahv), but also because Ive fasted more than once on that day, being a fan of self-flagellative rituals, perhaps. Now is a turbulent time in the world, and got I comfort from the sermons broad and balanced concern. Remarkably, something else came up in the sermon that also struck a chord in my Deadheadish soul: The wife of an Israeli soldier killed in the current conflict named their baby, born after he died, something in Hebrew that means light of the morning dew. Morning Dew is an anthemic bolero of a song that was a staple of the Grateful Deads repertoire, often thought of as a protest of the Vietnam War (Where have all the people gone, my honey, it asks, akin to Where have all the flowers gone), but really more of an antinuclear tone poem. Morning Dew delivers the heart-wrenching lines, I thought I heard a baby cry this morning I thought I heard a baby cry today You didn't hear no baby cry this morning You didn't hear no baby cry today Oy.  For background on the thoughts above, theres this on The Days Between, by the Dean of Religious Life at USC: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/varun-soni/the-days-between-and-the-_b_3700854.h tml and also this with the lyrics of the song: http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/agdl/days.html then theres this, with info and lyrics for Morning Dew: http://bit.ly/1ugQ9DY and this discussion of that song: http://www.well.com/conf/deadsongs.vue/topics/141/Morning-Dew-page01.html Now, to end with the longest history, heres a crash course on the 9th of Av, etc.: http://www.aish.com/h/9av/mm/Crash_Course_on_Tisha_BAv.html .
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