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SAN FRANCISC, UNITED STATES – JANUARY 31: Jerry Garcia performing at the Warfield Theater in San Francisco on January 31, 1991. (Photo by Clayton Call/Redferns)

Been looking for The Silver Lining but this one seems all Grey
Nothing’s been the same since the night you went away
The Story Teller makes no choice, that’s what you always said
It’s funny that we all found life amongst the Grateful Dead
The wrinkled eyes of Heaven know this day as if by heart
The loss through years of mourning that has torn our world apart
You’re the one that brought the treasure and grabbed magic from the air
Everyone craved The Golden Eggs but The Goose that left them there
The blistered hands of time still turn the crank that runs The Wheel
The cards all come back empty every time we get The Deal
Mercy wrote a letter, sent to Death by Standard Mail
The message came back, “Sorry but No Mercy is for Sale”
My face is callused from the salted water my Eyes have shed
Trying to recapture moments from the memories in my head
I can’t believe 23 have passed since your Graduation Day
Still broken vans with broken plans like dogs that went astray
Another Summer passes by another Winter near
And still remains the lullaby our ears all long to hear
Your sound is irreplaceable yet we try to turn the page
Where softly grows the silent fire that leads to Tears of Rage
Days are still found dazing in The Days that Lie Between
And thoughts churn in our souls yet we can’t figure what they mean
To hear a few more notes from you would cure this inward drought
In the spaces in between each one we figured the whole thing out
My thoughts and days are like the style of playing you were usin’
When moments of intense clarity seemed to arise from complete confusion
In my head I see your frame, your chin pinned to your chest
Like you’re looking into your own heart and pulling out what’s best
I vividly hear the music build like champagne when you shake it
You took your time getting to the Mic we all wondered if you’d make it
But just as Springtime turns to Heat and Heat then turns to Cold
The only place we find Silver now is where there once was gold
With thoughts of you that never die and no replacement near
We celebrate the life you gave to all of us every year
Your Soulful Sound to Terrapin to Mission in The Rain
We’ll cherish what you gave us, Jerry, until we meet again…

Dead To The Core,
Dean Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)

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August 9th brought sorrow like I never knew before
I’ve lost a lot of things in life but this one hurt much more
My entire world stood still the second that I heard the news
Sentenced to a lifetime with the everlasting blues
To me, you held the keys to things I never heard before
It unlocked places deep within and taught me to explore
Your voice was like cool aloe on the sunburn of my soul
It covered me like liquid would and filled this gaping hole
Within it I heard trouble and I heard of victories too
I crossed the country listening for the sound that came from you
I found a place I hoped existed deep within my heart
I sorted out the things of life, found pieces for each part
My dad is up there with you and I hope you’ve gotten to play
He’s the sax player pissed that I saw YOU every Father’s Day
I think by now he probably sees what he couldn’t way back then
You don’t just see Garcia once, you saw him again and again
Sometimes it hurts to say it and I’d never care to boast
But with all the family I have lost, I still miss you the most
I didn’t even know you, I was just a dot in space
The times you looked my way were times I never can erase
You didn’t have to move an inch to make your point so clearly
You sang about my past and future and I miss you so dearly
You didn’t need to dance much and I’m not sure that you could
There was no need to be flashy, you were just that fuckin good
Your gifts showed me the desert and they also showed me oceans
They took me to the very depths of all of life’s emotions
The metronome inside of you was turned back just a little
Your fingers shook each note you played as if upon a fiddle
Through song I grew in wisdom that was far beyond my age
You and Hunter were the ink that filled most every page
From The Warfield to MSG and everywhere in between
You were by far the greatest that my ears have ever seen
I felt joy unspeakable and I felt the deepest sorrow
Immersed in every moment with no worries about tomorrow
But one day when tomorrow came, and you had gone away
The weight of the news that changed it all that devastating day
Never would the contents of my life hang on your strings
I was hemorrhaging salt and water while you were getting wings
Some say time’s a healer but I’m not sure if that’s true
Twenty two years have come and gone and still this day is blue
Of all the things that I have lost that weren’t really mine
None of them compare to what was lost on August 9…

Dead To The Core,
Dean Sottile (pronounced So Tilly)
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