truckin' ^*

• (bkz: space truckin) (bkz: cagrisim)
• (bkz: grateful dead)
  
  truckin' got my chips cashed in. keep truckin', like the do-dah man
  together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.
  
  arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
  chicago, new york, detroit and it's all on the same street.
  your typical city involved in a typical daydream
  hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.
  
  dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
  new york's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.
  
  most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
  most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
  one of these days they know they better get goin'
  out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
  
  truckin', like the do-dah man. once told me "you've got to play your hand"
  sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,
  
  sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
  other times i can barely see.
  lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.
  
  what in the world ever became of sweet jane?
  she lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
  livin' on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
  all a friend can say is "ain't it a shame?"
  
  truckin', up to buffalo. been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
  takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.
  
  sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
  got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
  i'd like to get some sleep before i travel,
  but if you got a warrant, i guess you're gonna come in.
  
  busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin' pin.
  knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. they just won't let you be, oh no.
  
  you're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
  get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
  i guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
  get out of the door and light out and look all around.
  
  sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
  other times i can barely see.
  lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.
  
  truckin', i'm a goin' home. whoa whoa baby, back where i belong,
  back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
  hey now get back truckin' home.
• "sıkıldım artık yola çıkmak lazım" zamanlarının fon müziği.
• sarkida gecen "what a long, strange trip it's been" daha sonra 1977 cikisli bir grateful dead best of albumunun de ismi olacaktir.
  
  ayrica bakin soyle bir sey de varmis bu sarki hakkinda :
  
  "it was recognized by the united states library of congress in 1997 as a national treasure."
  
  yani diyor ki bu sarki amerikan kongre kutuphanesi tarafindan milli servet mi desem hazine mi desem artik neyse ondan secilmis. ulan keske hic girismeseydim boyle bir alinti yapmaya..
• bana azıcık striptiz müziği gibi gelen (nasıl bir bilinçaltım, hayalgücüm varsa..), oldukça eğlenceli şarkı..
  yolculukların vazgeçilmezi.. ^^
• her dinlediğimde bana jack kerouac'ın on the road'ını hatırlatan, hem trafiği ile hem yol temasının kullanılması sebebiyle de uzun yola uygun olan ve 1970 çıkışlı american beauty albümünde yer alan grateful dead eseri. grubun ortak bestesi olduğunu ve sözlerin de her zamanki gibi robert hunter tarafından yazıldığını ayrıca vokallerde de bob weir abimizi gördüğümüzü ekleyelim. en sevdiğim dead albümlerinden biri olan american beauty'nin kanımca candyman, ripple, sugar magnolia ile birlikte önce çıkan çalışmalarından biri. american beauty'nin 2003 senesinde çıkan reissue baskısında california'da kaydedilmiş bir performansı da mevcut.