Cassady

To Travel the Land of Woodie Guthrie - from the Red Wood Forests to the Gulf Stream Waters.

Neal Cassady (2/8/26-2/4/68) lived the heart and soul of the Beat Generation. His life and times on the road are immortalized by Jack Kerouac's novel On The Road and countless other prosaic offering by the likes of Allen Ginsberg and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. A member of Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters, he impacted the music of the Grateful Dead as well. This Travel Bug is dedicated to the memory of Neal Cassady. Lyrics to the song "Cassady" are here included:

"Cassidy" Words by John Perry Barlow; music by Bob Weir (Grateful Dead) Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream. I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream. Ah, child of countless trees. Ah, child of boundless seas. What you are, what you're meant to be Speaks his name, though you were born to me, Born to me, Cassidy...

Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac. I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back. Come wash the nighttime clean, Come grow this scorched ground green, Blow the horn, tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy...

Quick beats in an icy heart. catch-colt draws a coffin cart. There he goes now, here she starts: Hear her cry. Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words Wheel to the storm and fly.

Faring thee well now. Let your life proceed by its own design. Nothing to tell now. Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine. (Repeat)