Grateful Dead
attics of my life live at the fillmore west in san francisco ca 1970 version
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In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there were no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all my lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
- Album:
- Dave’s Picks Volume 19
- Dave’s Picks: Volume 13
- Dave’s Picks 2015 Bonus Disc
- 30 Trips Around the Sun
- Fare Thee Well
- 30 Days Of Dead 2014
- Sunshine Daydream
- Family Dog at the Great Highway, 4-18-70
- Live Dead
- Miscellaneous
- Flashback With The Grateful Dead
- Road Trips Volume 2 Number 2
- Infrared Roses
- Built to Last
- In the Dark
- Reckoning
- Go To Heaven
- Shakedown Street
- Terrapin Station
- Steal Your Face