| Song | Althea |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Go To Heaven [Expanded] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Garcia, Hunter | |
| I told althea i was feeling lost, lacking in some direction. | |
| Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection. | |
| I told althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb. | |
| Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy jim. | |
| You may be saturday's child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. | |
| You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. | |
| You may meet the fate on ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream. | |
| Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme. | |
| Ain't nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned. | |
| Loose with the truth, baby, it's your fire, but baby don't get burned. | |
| When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me. | |
| Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. | |
| There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. | |
| The time has come to weigh those things. | |
| This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. | |
| I told althea i'm a roving son, and i was born to be a bachelor. | |
| Althea told me, okay, that's fine, so now i'm trying to catch her. | |
| Can't talk to you without talking to me, we're guilty of the same old thing. | |
| Been talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring. |
| zuo ci : Garcia, Hunter | |
| I told althea i was feeling lost, lacking in some direction. | |
| Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection. | |
| I told althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb. | |
| Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy jim. | |
| You may be saturday' s child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. | |
| You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. | |
| You may meet the fate on ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream. | |
| Honest to the point of recklessness, selfcentered in the extreme. | |
| Ain' t nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned. | |
| Loose with the truth, baby, it' s your fire, but baby don' t get burned. | |
| When the smoke has cleared, she said, that' s what she said to me. | |
| Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. | |
| There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. | |
| The time has come to weigh those things. | |
| This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. | |
| I told althea i' m a roving son, and i was born to be a bachelor. | |
| Althea told me, okay, that' s fine, so now i' m trying to catch her. | |
| Can' t talk to you without talking to me, we' re guilty of the same old thing. | |
| Been talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring. |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Hunter | |
| I told althea i was feeling lost, lacking in some direction. | |
| Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection. | |
| I told althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb. | |
| Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy jim. | |
| You may be saturday' s child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. | |
| You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. | |
| You may meet the fate on ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream. | |
| Honest to the point of recklessness, selfcentered in the extreme. | |
| Ain' t nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned. | |
| Loose with the truth, baby, it' s your fire, but baby don' t get burned. | |
| When the smoke has cleared, she said, that' s what she said to me. | |
| Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. | |
| There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. | |
| The time has come to weigh those things. | |
| This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. | |
| I told althea i' m a roving son, and i was born to be a bachelor. | |
| Althea told me, okay, that' s fine, so now i' m trying to catch her. | |
| Can' t talk to you without talking to me, we' re guilty of the same old thing. | |
| Been talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring. |