2021-01-19
Greg Anton Shares ‘American Spring’ Single Featuring Lyrics By Robert Hunter

Greg Anton Shares ‘American Spring’ Single Featuring Lyrics By Robert Hunter

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Greg Anton shared the single, “American Spring,” featuring words by late Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter. The track is the first in a number of releases which will arrive in 2021.

“American Spring” features Anton on drums, Futoshi Morioka on guitar, Ken Greene on keyboards, Chris Wilson on bass and Stephanie Salva on backing vocals. Anton composed the music and added the lyrics from his friend Robert Hunter, which the legendary lyricist wrote more than a decade ago.

Anton shared the lyrics in a press release. Read the lyrics for “American Spring” below:

I was born one American spring

neck in a noose, arm in a sling
rolled from my cradle, cold and numb
crawled to the road, stuck out my thumb
six days and nights without a ride
the seventh someone pulled aside
picked me up where I lay dead
knocked some sense into my head

I was born one American spring
bright dawn of the reckoning
clouds had faces feet had wings

grew up learning American things

star-spangled church of the grand old flag
not some blood-soaked mob up rag

cops were good, crooks were bad
rights were something everyone had


American spring of thee I sing
of all the hopeless hopes you bring
stars and bones twined in your hair
electric music in your stare

Gambled with the bone man one dark night
forty-nine cards, we were three jacks light
couldn’t tell an ace and a deuce by feel
bone man said, shut up and deal

I built your house and I laid your floor
carried your flag and I fought your war
silver pistol on your thigh

cold blue thunder in your eyes

American spring of thee I sing
of all the hopeless hopes you bring
stars and bones twined in your hair
electric music in your stare

American spring of thee I sing

of all the hopeless hopes you bring
of all the hanging ropes you swing
of all the bells you never ring

Swore allegiance nearly everyday
hand on heart under god we pray
it was like religion under holy skies
with visions of the stars and stripes
none of that makes sense no more
thick black waves lap on the shore
inner city gunshots ring
there’s nothing left to do but sing

American spring of thee I sing
of all the hopeless hopes you bring
stars and bones twined in your hair
electric music in your stare

Listen to Greg Anton and Robert Hunter’s “American Spring” below:

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