Ripples, the Grateful dead.

RIPPLE BY: "Ripple" Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia. If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine and my tunes were played on the harp unstrung would you hear my voice come through the music would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (…

…were some hard times, but I always landed back on my feet, and plus I had plenty of good times to make up for them. I think my work here is done!!" You don't want to look back and realize that you never got to do the things you wanted, splurge on yourself every now and then, while you still can. Take your destiny by the hand, and follow it wherever it should lead you!