Thomas Anderson

singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller

Jerry's Kids

by Thomas Anderson

from the album Moon Going Down

Deadhead boy, deadhead girl,

Followin' Jerry all over the world;

Beat up van down Highway One,

To Madison Square, to Budokan.

Sell their trinkets outside the show,

Silver skull and a long stemmed rose;

Travel all day by caravan,

Live like gypsies just as long as you can.

People laugh, say they can't relate,

Say you're stuck in 1968;

Live in a truck, sleep on the ground,

"Ha ha honey--get a load of these clowns."

But the air is poison, the land is a mess,

I don't feel nothin' but helplessness,

I'm not stickin' my head in the sand,

But I'll retreat in the music and follow the band.

I dreamed we were in Egypt land,

Travelin' across the desert sands;

By the pyramids we set up camp,

Built some fires, plugged in some amps.

The air was sweet, the night was cold,

A full moon rose the color of gold;

The band pulled up as the moonlight shone,

In a fleet limousine carved out of stone.

The night birds cried, the jackals smiled,

Crinoids weaved in the banks of the Nile;

The pharoahs stirred, the sphinxes glanced,

The first chord rang and the spirits danced.

Well I've seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go,

Passenger pigeons and Rolling Stones;

Hey Jerry I've traveled this whole world through,

And nobody casts a shadow like you.

Hello nautilus, hello trilobite,

Good to see you here tonight;

Hello condor how do you do,

Looks like we'll be leaving with you.

They're pullin' the plug, the curtain is down,

It's check-out time at the old stomping grounds;

Well I'm in no hurry to leave anyway,

While the music's playing, I'd like to stay.

What's the song, where will it end,

Will we meet again and again;

Skeleton music in a new age night,

Jerry how did you make it through all right?

And a million years on from today,

When they dig you up what will they say-

That extinction cannot tough the soul,

Where even the redwoods turn to coal.