Another vintage classic from the Grateful Dead, this one from 2/4/70.

(Hope you Dead haters will indulge me; I realize not everyone shares my tastes.)

It gives a pretty good picture of what they sounded like when I first started calling myself a "Deadhead." I only wish the sound quality was better, but considering how long ago this was, I can't complain.

As to the lyrics to China Cat Sunflower, how could I be expected to omit these pearls of psychedelic wisdom?

Feel free to interpret, but I think they're as acid-soaked as the music, and not subject to rational analysis:

Look for a while at the china cat sunflower,
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun.
Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono,
Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind.

Crazy cat peekin through a lace bandanna,
Like a one-eyed cheshire, like a diamond-eye jack.
A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle,
To a double-e waterfall over my back.

Comic book colors on a violin river cryin leonardo,
Words from out a silk trombone.
I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls,
In the eagle-winged palace of the queen chinee.