Robert Hunter
Robert Hunter
Guitarist and lyricist best known for his longtime collaboration with jam band The Grateful Dead. Though he does not normally perform live with the band, he has co-written many of their most famous songs, including "Dark Star".
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionSongwriter
Date of Birth23 June 1941
CountryUnited States of America
cultural downtown
This could be the cultural linchpin of downtown Palmetto.
court hard looked supreme
I think they looked very hard at it. And I think the Supreme Court will look hard at it.
culture folk jazz rock
rock 'n' roll, jazz and traditional folk culture.
bad days fly good moon three
...HushThe moon is three days dark. Nothing more will fly tonight. Good Teqiula. Bad salt.
They know. They just don't want to tell you.
complaint concluded prices ratio service worse
The CFA's complaint ratio went up. We concluded the service got worse and prices went up.
books maybe nobody picked serve
And nobody ever picked up on it, and, of course, they wouldn't, So maybe these books do serve some purpose.
writing matter depressive
At the top of the cycle you write policies for everybody, no matter how bad, and at the bottom you cancel everybody, no matter how good. It's a manic-depressive cycle.
heart giving foolish
But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart
song mind watches
Driving that train, high on cocaine Casey Jones you'd better watch your speed Trouble ahead, trouble behind And you know that notion just crossed my mind
golf player scratches
The best architects feel it to be their duty to make the path to the hole as free as possible from annoying difficulties for the less skillful golfers, while at the same time presenting to the scratch players a route calling for the best shots at their command.
song pain rain
What do you want me to do, To watch for you, To see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain, and love, will see you through.
dream song fall
When it seems like the night will last forever, And there's nothing left to do but count the years, When the strings of my harp to sever, And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears... I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And dream me a dream of my own, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own.
doors worry looks
Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.