Picasso Moon

South of Market in the land of ruin1

You’ll find all manner of action

Got your tinsel tigers in the Metal Room

Stalking satisfaction

They got ’em packaged up for love and money

Tatooed tots, chrome-spike bunnies

Pop on my mirrored shades, the better to see

And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey

I get a feeling like when big things collide

Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought to hide

Here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride

What’s that she’s tryin’ to show me?

What’s that she’s tryin’ to show me?

Picasso moon, shattered light2

Diamond bullets ripping up the night

Picasso moon, liberate me

Ah, life’s infinite diversity

Great, amazing, majesty

And it’s bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee

Bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee

Hanging ten out on space and time3

Redefining distance

The next skull on your necklace is mine

Cheap for such assistance

I had a job trading bits for pieces

We’d make wrinkles, advertise them as creases

Please find my resignation enclosed

Roll with it, go on, let’s roll with it, honey . . .

Dark angel, what’s bothering you

So strange, you do me all that you do

Dark angel, you’re making me blue

I guess it doesn’t matter

I guess it doesn’t matter4

Picasso moon, blinding ball

I feel the quickening, I hear the call

Picasso moon, fill the sky

Amaze and blaze and mystify

With the lunar wind, I want to fly

And it’s bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my

And it’s bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my

Strikes the morning, the atomic dawn

Scramble back to cover

Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on

My little leather-winged lover

I see your face printed on my money

Your brazen ways really move me, honey

Heart of darkness, yeah, yeah5

Why am I laughing, this ain’t funny

Dark angel, now just don’t start

You’ll break my spirit, you’ll wreck my heart

You must have a license for practicing that art

I don’t presume to imagine

No, I don’t presume to imagine

Picasso moon, fractal flame

Blazing lace filling every frame

Picasso moon, wheels within wheels

The bells are ringing, it’s way unreal

Trying to tell y’all about just how it feels

And it’s bigger than a drive-in movie, for real

Bigger than a drive-in movie, for real

Picasso moon, shattered light

Diamond bullets ripping up the night

Picasso moon, illuminate me

Picasso moon, blinding ball

I feel the quickening, I hear the call

Picasso moon, fill the sky

Picasso moon, fractal flame

Blazing lace filling every frame

Picasso moon, wheels within wheels6

Picasso moon, shining bright

The universe is working fine tonight

Picasso moon, illuminate me

Words by John Barlow, with Bob Weir and Bob Bralove

Music by Bob Weir

1 South of Market

The area of San Francisco to the south of the main drag, Market Street. The area was notorious at the time of the song’s writing as a haven for junkies. The Mission District, immortalized in “Mission in the Rain,” is also south of Market, but there is little ambiguity here regarding the district sometimes known as SoMa.

2 Picasso Moon

An interview with Weir, included on a promotional CD for the Built to Last album, includes a hilarious retelling of the origin of this phrase, which just popped out of Phil Lesh’s mouth one day while the band was sitting around in the studio: ‘Picasso moon.’ I don’t know why I said that!” The phrase came back repeatedly in Weir’s mind, haunting him one day during a bike ride so that he nearly fell off his bike.

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Deconstructing the little phrase allows almost too many references: to the famous artist himself and to the moon, one of the band’s favorite and oft-recurring symbols, in songs from “Terrapin Station” to “Standing on the Moon.”

3 Hangin’ ten

A reference to the surfing maneuver in which a surfer is at the front of the board with all ten toes hanging over the front end.

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4 I guess it doesn’t matter . . .

Compare the line in “Morning Dew”: “I guess it doesn’t matter anyway . . .”

5 Heart of darkness

Title of a Joseph Conrad novel (1899), the inspiration for the 1979 Francis Ford Coppola film Apocalyspe Now, which featured a percussion underscore by Mickey Hart.

6 Wheels within wheels

Compare the line (and its source) in “Estimated Prophet”: “Fire wheel burning in the air.”

Notes:

Written in Mill Valley, California, February through May, 1989.

Studio recording: Built to Last (October 31, 1989).

First performance: April 28, 1989, at Irvine Meadows Amphitheater in Irvine, California. It remained in the repertoire thereafter.