The Days Between by Megan

Days Between

Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Jerry Garcia
There were days, and there were days

And there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
The world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
On black infested trees
The singing man is at his song
The holy on their knees
The reckless are out wrecking
The timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
Than anyone can see
Anyone can see

There were days, and there were days
And there were days besides
When phantom ships with phantom sails
Set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
On bright unfocused eyes
The blue of yet another day
A springtime wet with sighs
A hopeful candle lingers
In the land of lullabies
Where headless horsemen vanish
With wild and lonely cries
Lonely cries

There were days, and there were days
And there were days I know
When all we ever wanted
Was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
We told them where to go
Walked halfway around the world
On promise of the glow
Stood upon a mountain top
Walked barefoot in the snow
Gave the best we had to give
How much we’ll never know
We’ll never know

There were days, and there were days
And there were days between
Polished like a golden bowl
The finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
Still tender young and green
Left on shelves collecting dust
Not knowing what they mean
Valentines of flesh and blood
As soft as velveteen
Hoping love would not forsake
The days that lie between
Lie between

This poem and song, always strikes me as the story of a person who has lived a long time, looking back on their life and remembering how it went down.  It starts with a person just creeping out of the magic of childhood who ventures, out with their big toe just dipping, into the world, taking us through the seasons of life,  darkness, cold, love and mountain tops, and all the days that lie between.      Written by Robert Hunter, and immortalized by Jerry Garcia, this song has held meaning and changed its own tune since the first time I heard it, more than 15 years ago.

The Grateful Dead, if you haven’t heard of them, are a study of popular culture all on their own. The members formed the band in the 1960’s and became one of the backing bands for the inevitably rising counter culture. For thirty years the band and their fans toured the world together creating an experience and leaving behind a legacy.  Rock, country, blues mixed with LSD lead the Dead to play sweet long improvised sets, always with out a net.

They were a Petri dish experiment in contradiction. They were the dominant group as well as subordinate.  They were not religious and somehow became like a religion,  Hegemony was always a consistent flow among the band, fans, and the locals of whatever current town they were visiting.  Garcia’s death in 1995, and the enormity of the touring ‘heads’, spun out the delicate balance and nothing was ever the same.

“The Grateful Dead and what it amounted to was multifaceted. There was music, there was lifestyle, and with that lifestyle came a philosophy that evolved through experience. That philosophy, of course, was different for each individual in the family. But the process by which it came into being defined the difference between philosophy and ideology, in so far as it rested on experience. It continuously evolved and to this day continues to define itself.”

—Bob Weir, founding member of The Grateful Dead


This entry was posted in Section 2, Uncategorized, Winter 2011. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to The Days Between by Megan

  1. psupopd says:

    Could not find the song to show you guys, so had to go with another…

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