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30 Days of Dead: Nov 2016
01. Dark Star / Brokedown Palace
02. Picasso Moon
03. Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodleoo / Franklin’s Tower
04. Victim or the Crime / Foolish Heart
05. Weather Report Suite / Stella Blue
06. The Music Never Stopped
07. Attics of My Life
08. Doin’ That Rag
09. Just a Little Light
10. Bird Song
11. Comes a Time / Lost Sailor / Saint of Circumstance
12. Friend of the Devil
13. That’s It for the Other One
14. Estimated Prophet / Uncle John’s Band
15. Scarlet Begonias / Touch of Grey / Fire on the Mountain
16. Loser
17. Playing in the Band / Uncle John’s Band / Jam
18. New Speedway Boogie
19. Passenger / Brown-Eyed Women
20. Days Between
21. To Lay Me Down
22. Lazy River Road
23. Black-Throated Wind
24. Feel Like a Stranger
25. Shakedown Street
26. Help on the Way / Slipknot! / Franklin’s Tower
27. Samson and Delilah
28. Cumberland Blues
29. U.S. Blues
30. Playing in the Band
There were days
and there were days
and there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
and 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
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