
Althea (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY 3/9/81) The Grateful Dead
"Althea" by The Grateful Dead is a #Rock song from 1981, blending folk and improvisational elements. The lyrics explore themes of love, self-discovery, and the complexities of life. With its introspective narrative and melodic guitar work, the song resonates with listeners, becoming a staple in the band's live performances and a cultural touchstone for fans.

[Verse 1]
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
That my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, "Now, cool down, boy
Settle down easy, Jim"
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
You may be Saturday's child all grown
And moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground
Or just another pretty face
You may be the fate of Ophelia
Sleeping and perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness
Self-centered to the extreme
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
Ain't nobody messing with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe it's your fire
Baby, I hope you don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
That's what she said to me
You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
And a little sympathy
I told Althea I was feeling lost
Lacking in some direction
Althea told me upon scrutiny
That my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery
Was tearing me limb from limb
Althea told me, "Now, cool down, boy
Settle down easy, Jim"
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
You may be Saturday's child all grown
And moving with a pinch of grace
You may be a clown in the burying ground
Or just another pretty face
You may be the fate of Ophelia
Sleeping and perchance to dream
Honest to the point of recklessness
Self-centered to the extreme
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
Ain't nobody messing with you but you
Your friends are getting most concerned
Loose with the truth, maybe it's your fire
Baby, I hope you don't get burned
When the smoke has cleared, she said
That's what she said to me
You're gonna want a bed to lay your head
And a little sympathy
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