Eyes of the World, by the Grateful Dead.
This song is one I learned in college from a sophomore year suitemate in our shoeboxes-stacked-neatly-but-not-brutalist dorm, where we lived in a much-envied specialized accessibility suite we didn’t need, because they build more than they needed, into said dorm which had a 13th floor and there was a story that it only had one of those because it was built during a union strike and union-built structures in New York City don’t have 13th floors. (That last part can’t possibly be true.)
I think the unauthorized (on multiple fronts) Calvin-and-Hobbes dancing tie-dye shirt I bought at my second Grateful Dead show at Madison Square Garden freshman year (uh I managed to stay busy my first couple months in New York) on literally my 18th birthday had the “Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own” quote on it, and it’s still cute.
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Took the keyboard out to do an awkward organ thing and messed it up a little but like how it turned out. Walked around an E major scale to try and Jerry it up, too, and it’s OK.