The Eleven
Grateful Dead Lyrics


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High green chilly winds and windy vines
In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender,
They're crawling to the sun.
Underfoot the ground is patched
With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita,
Stark and shiny in the breeze.
Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and
Droop so hungry neath the sky.
William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch
No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before.
No more time to tell how, this is the season of what,
Now is the time of returning with our thought
Jewels polished and gleaming.
Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein,
Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming.
Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll,
Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow,
Five men writing with fingers of gold,
Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale,
Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion




Riding in the whale belly, fade away in moonlight,
Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below.

Overall Meaning

The Grateful Dead's song The Eleven is a psychedelic rock masterpiece that takes you on a journey through lush gardens, William Tell's stretched bow, and strange dreamlike creatures. The lyrics evoke a sense of wonder and mystery as they paint vivid images of nature and myth. The opening lines describe the windy vines and loops of lavender that are crawling towards the sun, while the ground is patched with ivy wrapped around the manzanita. The singer wonders who will water all the children of the garden when they are hungry for rain. The imagery of nature is contrasted with the mythological character of William Tell. His stretched bow represents tension and anticipation for something that is about to happen or change. The singer reflects on how this is the season of what, a time of returning with thought, polished jewels, and gleaming dreams.


The middle section of the song introduces various characters who are all on a journey of sorts. The seven-faced marble-eyed transitory dream doll, the six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow, five men writing with fingers of gold, four men tracking down the great white sperm whale, and three girls waiting in a foreign dominion, all create a surreal and haunting atmosphere. The image of the whale belly and sinking beneath the waters to coral sands below further emphasizes the theme of journey and transformation. The song ends with the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming, which symbolizes the cyclical nature of life and the possibility of redemption.


Overall, The Eleven is a highly symbolic and enigmatic song that invites the listener to search for meaning within the intricate web of images and myths.


Line by Line Meaning

High green chilly winds and windy vines
The winds are cold and strong, causing the vines to twist and turn around the lavender.


In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender,
The vines are curling and wrapping themselves around the lavender stalks in intricate patterns.


They're crawling to the sun.
The vines are reaching upward toward the sunlight in order to grow and thrive.


Underfoot the ground is patched
On the ground, patches of earth are visible, interspersed with other plant growth.


With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita,
Ivy is coiling tightly around the manzanita branches, clinging to it for support and nourishment.


Stark and shiny in the breeze.
The manzanita is bare and shiny, and sways gracefully in the wind.


Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
The singer is questioning who will care for and nurture the plants in the garden, especially when there is no rain.


When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and
The plants are suffering due to the lack of rain, and expressing their disappointment through their sighs.


Droop so hungry neath the sky.
The plants have become weak and feeble due to the lack of nutrients and water they need to survive.


William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch
William Tell has strained himself as far as he can go, and cannot continue to push himself any further.


No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before.
There is no opportunity to keep stretching and moving forward, as a change is needed that has never been seen or experienced before.


No more time to tell how, this is the season of what,
There is no more time to explain how things came to be, but rather this is a season where new things are happening and unknown things are occurring.


Now is the time of returning with our thought
It is time to reflect and return to our personal beliefs and reflections.


Jewels polished and gleaming.
Precious jewels are polished and glittering, shining brightly.


Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein,
The time of innocence is over, and the child has given up control.


Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming.
This is a time of reckoning and reflection, both of what has been done and what will come back around.


Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll,
The artist is describing a doll with multiple expressions, made of marble, intended to elicit feelings of change and transience.


Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow,
There are six proud and joyful individuals walking on an imaginary rainbow that would normally have jingling bells as they bounce along.


Five men writing with fingers of gold,
Five skilled individuals are writing incredible things that hold great value and shine like gold.


Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale,
A group of four individuals are on the hunt for a magnificent white sperm whale.


Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion
Three young girls are waiting in a foreign land, outside their comfort zone without any sense of belonging.


Riding in the whale belly, fade away in moonlight,
These girls are somehow inside the belly of the whale, and are fading away in the light of the moon as they are swallowed up by the waves.


Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below.
The girls disappear beneath the water, and down to the coral sand bed below.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PHILIP LESH, ROBERT C. HUNTER

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LYRICS

High green chilly winds and windy vines
In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender
They're crawling to the sun
Underfoot the ground is patched
With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita
Stark and shiny in the breeze
Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and
Droop so hungry neath the sky
William tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch
No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come before
No more time to tell how, this is the season of what
Now is the time of returning with our thought
Jewels polished and gleaming
Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein
Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming
Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll
Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow
Five men writing with fingers of gold
Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale
Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion
Riding in the whalebelly, fade away in moonlight
Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below



Avi Lotan

No more time to tell how
This is the season of what
Now is the time of returning
With thought jewels polished and gleaming

Now is the time past believing
The child has relinquished the reign
Now is the test of the boomerang
Tossed in the night of redeeming

Eight sided whispering hallelujah hatrack
Seven faced marble eye transitory dream doll
six proud walkers on jinglebell rainbow
Five men writing in fingers of gold
Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale
Three girls wait in a foreign dominion
Ride in the whale belly
Fade away in moonlight
Sink beneath the waters
to the coral sand below
Now is the time of returning



All comments from YouTube:

David Jordan

47 years of listening to this and it has lost absolutely nothing. Brilliant, fresh and original.

John Saroka

I hear you. I played the LP down to the nub. What comes close?

David Curtis

I just saw Bill Walton on some sports Show . The host asked "Did you learn more from John Wooden or Jerry Garcia" Bill "I chose not to live in a world of binary responses , listen to The Eleven " more or less

Thomas Derpinghaus

100%

mannysCW1

When my father died 3 years ago and my younger brother died 1 & 1/2 years ago I listened to this album on my way up to Ct. where both lived. This transition into the Eleven is the Grateful Dead at their best. I saw about 100 shows with my brother who was 6 years younger than me. My first show was 77, his was 81. This is the antidote to everything!

Michael James

My deepest condolences on your losses. My first show was Nov. 10th Winterland. That decade was the decade for the dead. We were lucky to have seen them live in that period.

aoxomedia

This is music of the highest order. Will never tire of this.

Big Sky

@Paul Hammond  my feelings are hurt now. I'm going to burn another tire.. please wait?

michael j. mccarthy

@Big Sky yeah nice thing to burn!

Kingsworth Lionsblood

💯✅🎯 Indeed!!! If there's ever a more uplifting melody than when that version kicks into high gear, show me!

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