Throwing Stones

by John Perry Barlow and Bob Weir

THROWING STONES

INTRO - A RIFF
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Picture a bright blue ball just spinning spinning free,Dizzy with eternity
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Painted with a skin of sky brush in some clouds and sea
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Call it home to you and me
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A peaceful place or so it looks from space.
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A closer look reveals the human race
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Full of hope full of grace is the human face
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But afraid we may lay our home to waste
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There's a fear down hear we can't forget.  Hasn't got a name just yet
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Always awake always around, singing' ashes ashes all fall down

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Now watch the ball revolves as the nighttime falls
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And again the hunt begins, and again the blood wind calls
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By and by again, the morning sun will rise.
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But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
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It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
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Staking turf dividing up meat
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Nightmare spook peace of heat, you and me, you and me
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Flash switch blade in the ghetto night.  Rudies looking for a fight
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Ratcat alley roll them bones, need that cash to feed that jones
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And the politicians throwing stones
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Singing ashes ashes all fall down.  Ashes ashes all fall down

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Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice.
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Anyway they fall guess who gets to pay the price?
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Money green or proletarian grey, selling guns instead of food today

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So the kids they dance and shake their bones

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And the politicians throwing stones
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Singing ashes ashes all fall down.  Ashes Ashes all fall down.

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Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
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If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink
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History's page will be neatly carved in stone
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The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.     A D A JAM

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If the game is lost, then we're all the same.
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No one left to place or take the blame
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We will leave this place an empty stone
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Or a shining ball of blue we can call our home
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So the kids they dance and shake their bones
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And the politicians throwing stones.
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Singing ashes ashes all fall down.  Ashes ashes all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth.
Singing black goes south and white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars.
Singing I got mine and you got yours
While the latest fashions set the pace.
Lose your step fall out of grace
The radical he rant and rage.
Singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home.
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his covers blown.
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
Singing ashes ashes all fall down, Ashes ashes all fall down

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Picture a bright blue ball just spinning spinning free.
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It's dizzying, the possibilities.   Ashes ashes all fall down ....