Hang on. ‘Acoustic rock’? Isn’t that a contradiction in terms – an oxymoron, if you will. Like ‘military intelligence’?
Well, apparently not. It’s rock music played on acoustic instruments, apparently. Personally, I don’t get it. I’m a simple man, and for me, it’s an either/or.
However, there are, admittedly, lots of songs that in their initial form are certainly ‘rock’ but for which there are acoustic versions out there. Wasn’t that the whole premise of MTV’s ‘Unplugged’ series, after all?
Anyway, here’s an acoustic version of something that’s certainly better known as a rock song.
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Ah, child of countless trees
Ah, child of boundless seas
What you are, what you’re meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me
Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile he’s rolling back
Come wash the nighttime clean
Come grow this scorched ground green
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me
Cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes now, here she starts:
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly
Written by John Barlow and Bob Weir
the only deadhead in the hameau 
Great choice 💜😀😀
Great choice, Bob Weir and Neal Cassady were roommates at 710 Ashbury. I tried a few times to make sense out of this song, but the lyrics are all over the place.
Good acoustic jam. There is a sophistication in GD music that’s hard to describe, almost a jazz element to it.