Strange Rivers



There are voices in the mirror and there are faces at the door and they open on the rivers we’ve never seen before. And are there choices for the sparrow, or does he only fly high above the rivers pulling you and I?

There are strange rivers, rivers that you cannot see. And there are strange rivers who know our destiny. And there are strange rivers, and we’re sailors, you and me.

And he could have been a builder. He could have been the one. To turn his dreams to steel, cathedrals in the sun. And he could have been a builder. But then he bought the gun. There are forces in that river that keep him on the run.

Did you ever turn the corner, and you wonder why you did? Cause you haven’t been that way now since you were just a kid. And nothing really happened, but then you’ve got to say, that you wonder what would’ve happened had you gone the other way?
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Listening to it now.  I thought I was the world's biggest John Stewart fan (I've seen him live several times) but I never heard this one.  Xlnt.
Did any of you read my post where I mention being on American Bandstand?  Well, one of the cassette tapes I got from the rating-the-record segment was John Stewart's California Bloodlines.  I didn't like it on first listen, as his rolling baritone and songs of the good old days rubbed this anti-establishment hippie the wrong way, but it wasn't long before it became one of my favorite records.  When the cassette finally got too hissy & wowied to play, I bought the LP.  I adopted his style on both guitar and vocals.  My Grateful Dead loving friends sniffed in disgust.  Fifty-odd (very odd) years on I still love the guy.
deadhead -- thanks for bridging a chasm that now stretches back over forty(!) years.  I gotta say, too, that though I was never a certified Dead fan like my rock-and-roll friends, I went to several Dead concerts.  And yes my mind expanded when they'd drift off into those atonal yet pentatonic psychedelic jams.