Picasso Moon w: Barlow m: Weir, Bralove AGDL: http://arts.ucsc.edu/gdead/agdl/picasso.html LASF: http://www.whitegum.com/songfile/PICASSO.HTM
Picasso Moon Lyrics: John Barlow Music: Bob Weir Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. South of Market in the land of ruin You'll find all manner of action Got your tinsel tigers in the metal room Stalking satisfaction They got them packaged up for love and money Tatooed tots, chrome spike bunnies Pop on my mirrored shades, the better to see And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey I get a feeling like when big things collide Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought to hide Here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride What's that she's tryin' to show me? What's that she's tryin' to show me? Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets ripping up the night Picasso moon, liberate me Ah, life's infinite diversity Great, amazing, majesty And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee Hanging ten out on space and time Redefining distance The next skull on your necklace is mine Cheap for such assistance I had a job trading bits for pieces We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases Please find my resignation enclosed Roll with it, come on let's roll with it Dark angel, what's bothering you So strange, you do me all that you do Dark angel, you're making me blue I guess it doesn't matter I guess it doesn't matter Picasso moon, blinding ball I feel the quickening, I hear the call Picasso moon, fill the sky Amaze and blaze and mystify With the lunar wind, I want to fly And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my Strikes the morning, the atomic dawn Scramble back to cover Quick, gotta get your sunglasses on My little leather-winged lover I see your face printed on my money Your brazen ways really move me, honey Heart of darkness, yeah, yeah Why am I laughing, this ain't funny Dark angel, now just don't start You'll break my spirit, you'll wreck my heart You must have a licence for practicing that art I don't presume to imagine No, I don't presume to imagine Picasso moon, fractal flame Blazing lace filling every frame Picasso moon, wheels within wheels The bells are ringing, it's way unreal Trying to tell y'all about just how it feels And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets ripping up the night Picasso moon, liberate me Picasso moon, blinding ball I feel the quickening, I hear the call Picasso moon, fill the sky Picasso moon, fractal flame Blazing lace filling every frame Picasso moon, wheels within wheels Picasso moon, shining bright The universe is working fine tonight Picasso moon, illuminate me
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I posted on dead.net drawing on the various periods assigned to Picasso's work - Blue, Rose, Cubist etc: The Picasso Moon has several phases, beginning its cycle as a Blue Moon, showing respect for the great American songbook, as well as paying homage to the Blues. It morphs into a Rose Moon, elemental Grateful Dead iconography, where new life is watered by the rain and love blooms. Next is an African Moon, tapping elemental percussion, powering the dance. Then comes the Sugar Cube Moon, an angular perspective, acid that strips away pretence and artifice and exposes the truth of lust, greed and revenge alongside hope, kindness and enlightenment, where murder coexists with play. Finally, the Surrealist Moon illuminates a world where everyday experience takes on new meaning, where shadows lean towards the light and there are ripples on still water.
nice!
Yes, I loved that! Thanks, Robin!
Now <4> makes sense out of Picasso Moon..... Interesting to read the lyrics, too. I could never understand them. Perhaps I never tried.
There's a doc about the making of BUILT TO LATE, it begins with work on "Picasso Moon." I heard this line go by; it didn't make it to the final cut. I want a novel But I'm getting TV
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(wrong topic, Alex?)
Proves the point.
Oops - sorry!
David. I see that AGDL says lyrics were by Barlow with Weir andâ Bralove, with music by Bob Weir. Did Bob Bralove really contributeâ to the lyrics? I'd assumed he was more likely to have contributed toâ the music?
I'll ask Bob!
Bralove replies: Well the authorship of that song was split three ways evenly. Bobby and I got the groove going and Barlow brought in the lyrics. But then Bobby wanted some changes in the lyrics. As the new lyrics came in Bobby and I would discuss them. I feel my contribution to the lyrics was more about - The music is ex- pansive at this point and the lyric is kind of small. If there was a dif- ferent word or two here the emotion would better match the music. - That kind of thing. A little subtle but Bobby must have felt it important enough to divide up the song that way.
More from Bralove, after I remarked that I thought the song sounds a bit like the Rolling Stones: Bobby was working to a drum groove in his studio when he did the opening riff and I immediately turned to him and said - I want to hear that again. So he played it twice. Then he played it again. Not sure that he was thinking stones but at one point when we were working he did one of his chromatic modulations through a series of chords and said "I'd like to see Keith Richards play that!"
HA!
Fascinating - thanks
!!!
I always wondered if Picassoâs painting Guerinca inspired thatâ song.
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