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Picasso Moon

This song is by Grateful Dead and appears on the album Built to Last (1989).

South of Market in the land of ruin
You'll find all manner of action
Got your tinsel tigers in the metal room
Stalking satisfaction

They got them packaged up for love and money
Tattooed tots, chrome spike bunnies
Pop on my mirrored shades, the better to see
And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey

I get a feeling like when big things collide
Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought to hide
Here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride
What's that she's trying to show me?
What's that she's trying to show me?

Picasso moon, shattered light
Diamond bullets ripping up the night
Picasso moon, liberate me, yeah

Ah, life's infinite diversity
Great, amazing majesty
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, ooh-wee
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, ooh-wee

Hanging ten out on space and time
Redefining distance
The next skull on your necklace is mine
Cheap for such assistance

I had a job trading bits for pieces
We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases
Please find my resignation enclosed
Roll with it, come on let's roll with it, honey

Dark angel, what's bothering you?
So strange, you do me all that you do
Dark angel, you're making me blue
I guess it doesn't matter
I guess it doesn't matter

Picasso moon, blinding ball
I feel the quickening, I hear the call
Picasso moon, fill the sky

Amaze and blaze and mystify
With the lunar wind, I want to fly
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my

Strikes the morning, the atomic dawn
Scramble back to cover
Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on
My little leather-winged lover

I see your face printed on my money
Your brazen ways really move me, honey
Heart of darkness, yeah, yeah
Why am I laughing? This ain't funny

Dark angel, now just don't start
You'll break my spirit, you'll wreck my heart
You must have a licence for practicing that art
I don't presume to imagine
No, I don't presume to imagine

Picasso moon, fractal flame
Blazing lace filling every frame
Picasso moon, wheels within wheels, yeah

The bells are ringing, it's way unreal
Trying to tell y'all about just how it feels
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real
And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real

Picasso moon, shattered light
Diamond bullets ripping up the night
Picasso moon, illuminate me, yeah

Picasso moon, blinding ball
I feel the quickening, I hear the call
Picasso moon, fill the sky

Picasso moon, fractal flame
Blazing lace filling every frame
Picasso moon, wheels within wheels, yeah

Picasso moon, shining bright
The universe is working fine tonight
Picasso moon, illuminate me, yeah

Music by:

Bob Weir

Lyrics by:

John Perry Barlow, Bob Bralove, and Bob Weir

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