Picasso Moon performed by the Grateful Dead
Lyrics: John Perry Barlow
Music: Bob Weir


Reprinted with permissions copyright Ice Nine Publishing



South of Market in the land of ruin
You'll find all manner of action
Got your tinsel tigers in the metal room
Stalking satisfaction
They got them packaged up for love and money
Tatooed tots, chrome spike bunnies
Pop on my mirrored shades, the better to see
And roll on in, gonna roll on it, honey

I got a feeling like when big things collide
Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought to hide
Here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride
What's that she's tryin' to show me
What's that she's tryin' to show me

Picasso moon, shattered light
Diamond bullets ripping up the night
Picasso moon, liberate me
Ah, life's infinite diversity
Great, amazing, majesty
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee

Hanging ten out on space and time
Redefining distance
The next skull on your necklace is mine
Cheap for such assistance
I had a job trading bits for pieces
We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases
Please find my resignation enclosed
Roll with it, come on let's roll with it

Dark angel, what's bothering you
So strange, you do me all that you do
Dark angel, you're making me blue
I guess it doesn't matter
I guess it doesn't matter

Picasso moon, blinding ball
I feel the quickening, I hear the call
Picasso moon, fill the sky
Amaze and blaze and mystify
With the lunar wind, I want to fly
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my

Strikes the morning, the atomic dawn
Scramble back to cover
Quick, gotta get your sunglasses on
My little leather-winged lover
I see your face printed on my money
Your brazen ways really move me, honey
Heart of darkness, yeah, yeah
Why am I laughing, this ain't funny

Dark angel, now just don't start
You'll break my spirit, you'll wreck my heart
You must have a licence for practicing that art
I don't presume to imagine
No, I don't presume to imagine

Picasso moon, fractal flame
Blazing lace filling every frame
Picasso moon, wheels within wheels
The bells are ringing, it's way unreal
Trying to tell y'all about just how I feel
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real

Picasso moon, shining bright
The universe is working fine tonight
Picasso moon, illuminate me



When the Dead would play this song in their latter years you knew it was time to head to the bathroom or the concession stand or bare minimum... smoke a big bowl... cheesey lyrics to say the least and the music Weir wrote pretty muched sucked too...

so why node it? I just downloaDed a GD concert from Las Vegas 1992 (soundboard/.shn) and this song closed the first set... I must have heard it live at least a dozen times... And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real! Haha

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