Have you ever noticed how full of music the Dead’s universe is? Full of people singing others to their deaths, and rivers singing sweet sweet songs. Music playing and Felina is twirling, and the boys sit singing while the dire wolf comes collecting.
I’m gonna sing you a hundred verses of ragtime, written in the letters of your name. You greet the morning air with song: well, you would, as the song that the morning brings. Light the song with sense and color. Which song? The one they call the United States blues, of course.
We bent our ear to hear the tune we begged you to call. Play the song.
Make it snappy.