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Boomer Ballads: “Ripple”

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home

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  • ghostsniper August 25, 2018, 6:21 PM

    Dang. I thought this was about cheap assed wine.
    And Thunderbird, Boones Farm, MD 20/20, Muscatel, and the legendary Wild Irish Rose.

  • Hale Adams August 25, 2018, 6:52 PM

    To say that the song is profound is to overstate things a wee bit, I think. Some of the verses strike me as nonsensical, but the middle verses (about the fountain, and about the road) have a grain of truth in them, especially if your outlook on life is Judeo-Christian.

    Thanks for the ear-worm, Gerard. But at least it’s a pleasant one. 🙂

    My two cents’ worth, as usual.

    Hale Adams
    Pikesville, People’s still-mostly-Democratic Republic of Maryland

  • Griff August 25, 2018, 8:51 PM

    The artists we worship are false gods like the rest of them. Full of frailty and what the Lord giveth in artistic talent is generally offset by the ability to think clearly. And yet, I beg this community, can we give the Dead a pass? Not the Deadheads, smelly and truly lost and having earned our contempt the old fashioned way. But the band, the legacy, the mountain of recorded history that is so interesting and evocative and comforting. The music that brings joy and nostalgia and remembrance. It wasn’t ever that deep but there’s just so much of it to savor. I could do without the one world multi-whatever video but the joy, so much joy right there whenever you want it or need it.

  • Son of Rusty Shackleford August 26, 2018, 5:18 AM

    You lost me when I saw David Crosby’s bloated torso.

  • Christopher August 26, 2018, 8:20 AM

    It is bizzare, I heard the song for the first time a week ago and brought the Album American Beauty.

  • Howard Nelson August 26, 2018, 10:06 AM

    “Ripple in still water
    When there is no pebble tossed
    Nor wind to blow”
    Something found, struggling deep below
    That cannot and was never lost.

  • Skorpion August 26, 2018, 11:59 AM

    Always thought the Dead were the most *American* of rock bands. They had solid roots in bluegrass, country, blues, folk, and rock, and mixed in all sorts of other elements ranging from jazz, to electronic music, to African and Latin touches. And so much of their lyrical content recalled American archetypes — cowboys, gandy dancers, miners, hoboes, prisoners, sailors — noting hardship and struggle, as well as hope and humor. “A band beyond description,” indeed.

  • steve walsh August 26, 2018, 1:45 PM

    Wonderful song, for all the reasons mentioned above. Fun to play and sing too.

  • ck August 26, 2018, 3:07 PM

    Absolutely wonderful.

  • Avery Burns August 30, 2018, 12:59 PM

    What a wonderful cover of one of my favorite Dead Head songs!
    Brings tear. Don’t know why. It always has.