august 8th

birds sing

theres not a cloud in the sky

yea, august 8th is a beautiful day

i see

a bunch of hippies crying

yea, august 8th is a beautiful day



like waking up from a real bad dream

suddenly everything is ok

the storm has passed and the sun is shining

yea, august 8th is a beautiful day



what's going on

what's going on

is something bumming your scene

is something wrong

is something wrong

im not trying to be mean



the air is sweet

the summer flowers blooming

nowhere in sight is there anything grey

the odes of joy

are filling the street

yea, august 8th is a beautiful day



like waking up from a fucked up dream

suddenly everything will seem good

theres been no permanant damage done

yea, august 8th came right when it should



what's going on

what's going on

is something bumming your scene

is something wrong

is something wrong

im not trying to be mean



poor jeff

poor little timmy turtle

staying home on such a beautiful day


Author's Notes/Comments: 

dedicated to that wonderful day that Gerry Garcia died

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