The Music Never Stopped, Candyman, Promised Land & Sunrise at Brigantine NJ 4/17/12

As I was fortunate to catch a glorious sunrise at Brigantine NJ on the morning of 4/17/12, I have finally uploaded this video! And the soundtrack is from a Grateful Dead show at the Boston Music Hall on 6/11/76 via the Internet Archive.
The Music Never Stopped - John Perry Barlow & Bob Weir

There's mosquitoes on the river
Fish are rising up like birds
It's been hot for seven weeks now,
Too hot to even speak now,
Did you hear what I just heard?

Say it might have been a fiddle or it could have been the wind
But there seems to be a beat now I can feel it my feet now
Listen here it comes again!

There's a band out on the highway,
They're high steppin' into town
It's a rainbow full of sound,
It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns
Everybody dancin'
C'mon children, C'mon children,
Come on clap your hands.

Sun went down in honey and the moon came up in wine,
You know stars were spinnin' dizzy, Lord
The band kept us too busy we forgot about the time.

They're a band beyond description,
Like Jehovah's favorite choir
People joining hand in hand
While the music played the band, Lord
They're setting us on fire.

Crazy rooster crowin' midnight,
Balls of lightin' roll along
Old men sing about their dreams,
Women laugh and children scream
And the band keeps playin' on.

Keep on dancin' thru the daylight,
Greet the mornin' air with song
No ones's noticed, but the band's all pack and gone.
Was it ever there at all?

But they keep on dancin'
C'mon children, C'mon children,
Come on clap your hands

Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday,
And the corn's a bumper crop
And the fields are full of dancin'
Full of singin' and romancin'
The music never stopped.

Candyman - Robert Hunter - Jerry Garcia - Phil Lesh

Come all you pretty women
with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows 'cause
the Candyman's in town
Come on boys and gamble
Roll those laughing bones
Seven come eleven boys
I'll take your money home

Look out
Look out
The Candyman
Here he come
and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't
got no friend
till the Candyman
come round again

I come in from Memphis
where I learned to talk the jive
When I get back to Memphis
be one less man alive
Good Mornin Mr. Benson
I see you're doin well
If I had me a shotgun
I'd blow you straight to Hell

Look out
Look out
The Candyman
Here he come
and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't
got no friend
till the Candyman
come round again

Come on boys and wager
if you have got the mind
If you got a dollar boys
lay it on the line
Hand me my old guitar
Pass the whiskey round
Want you to tell everybody you meet
the Candyman's in town

Look out
Look out
The Candyman
Here he come
and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't
got no friend
till the Candyman
come round again

Promised Land by Chuck Berry

I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode him past
Raleigh And on across Caroline
We stopped at Charlotte, we by-passed Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by s