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RELEASE DATE:	1992-10-26
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	14
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	10

TRACKS

Disc 1

Fee

Phish

In the cool shade of the banana tree
On the rugged trail toward the balcony
A child of the twentieth century
A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee

Far away in another place
A fading beauty named Milly Grace
A gospel singer with pox on her face
And a bamboo cane to help her keep the pace

Fee was a Buddhist prodigy
Long past the age of maturity
Someday he knew it would set him free
Like it did for Floyd, the chimpanzee

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free
You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death
So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath

Fee first met Milly in a bar in Peru
His heart was jumping like a kangaroo
Like a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zoo
It was hopping and jumpin' in wooden shoes

But Floyd was jealous and alone
He wanted Milly for his own
A desperate craving in his bones
"Their love," he said, "I will not condone"

Then one day on a ship to Quebec,
Floyd found Fee and Milly on a lover's trek
He picked up a bottle and broke off the neck
It sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deck

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free
You want to stay with Milly until you're dead
But you just got a bottle upside the head

Milly turned and began to scream at Floyd
She said, "You think you're pretty mean"
And though she was as thin as a small string bean
She slammed him in the face with a nectarine

Floyd fell back over the edge of the ship
'Till he hung from the rail by his fingertip
Milly said, "Floyd, I'll make you lose your grip,
With this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip"

So Milly took that paper and did the deed
Floyd hit the water with astonishing speed
And as the sharks circled in and began to feed
Milly knew her weasel was finally freed

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free
Floyd is dead, he's nothing but a ripple
'Cause Milly took that paper and sliced him on the nipple

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free
You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death
So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath

In the cool shade of the banana tree
On the rugged trail toward the balcony
A child of the twentieth century
A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee

Far away in another place
A fading beauty named Milly Grace
A gospel singer with pox on her face 
And a bamboo cane to help her keep the pace

Fee was a Buddhist prodigy
Long past the age of maturity
Someday he knew it would set him free
Like it did for Floyd, the chimpanzee

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free 
You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death  
So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath

Fee first met Milly in a bar in Peru  
His heart was jumping like a kangaroo  
Like a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zoo  
It was hopping and jumpin' in wooden shoes

But Floyd was jealous and alone 
He wanted Milly for his own 
A desperate craving in his bones  
"Their love," he said, "I will not condone"

Then one day on a ship to Quebec, 
Floyd found Fee and Milly on a lover's trek  
He picked up a bottle and broke off the neck  
It sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deck

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free  
You want to stay with Milly until you're dead 
But you just got a bottle upside the head

Milly turned and began to scream at Floyd  
She said, "You think you're pretty mean" 
And though she was as thin as a small string bean 
She slammed him in the face with a nectarine

Floyd fell back over the edge of the ship 
'Till he hung from the rail by his fingertip 
Milly said, "Floyd, I'll make you lose your grip,
With this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip"

So Milly took that paper and did the deed 
Floyd hit the water with astonishing speed  
And as the sharks circled in and began to feed 
Milly knew her weasel was finally freed

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free 
Floyd is dead, he's nothing but a ripple  
'Cause Milly took that paper and sliced him on the nipple

Whoa, Fee
You're trying to live a life that's completely free
You're racing with the wind, you're flirting with death  
So have a cup of coffee and catch your breath

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It was late one fall night at a fairground near town
When Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand

His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle
That flashed in his hollow eyed stare

He said "Little girl, you can chop off my legs
And then peel off my socks if you want to.
But I'd rather you took this old puppet from me
That I hold in my pail as we speak."

And he stood looking down at the innocent girl
And she stared at the bucket bewildered
Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
And a giant smile grew on her face
She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resist
And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church
And she burst through the door with puppet held high
And a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean

Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl
The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch
The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sack
Through the window of the church a storm began to rage
And Esther knew the time had come to flee

She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance
And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free
But the wind was blowing harder
And her skirt began to billow
Until finally her feet began to lift

And she rose above the houses and the people
and the chimneys
And Esther and the doll were set adrift
Floating higher over the hills, and the valleys and treetops
they'd flutter and glide
Soaring and turning suspended on air
With the earth far below them they'd tumble
And dive through the clouds

And she began to plummet earthward till she
Landed in the nasty part of town

She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men
Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night
Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the
Puppet on her rump.

Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behind
A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited
Till the dawn
Cause it would have been a blunder to
Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl

When the morning came, she wandered through the streets
Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound
It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down

As Esther stood and shook her head
The joggers were approaching
And she knew she had no choice left but to swim
As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide
She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin

Naked now she made her way toward the shore
When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.
And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its tiny
Little arms around her ankle and wouldn't let her go.

The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole
As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep
And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears
As she drifted away to a tranquil
And motionless sleep.

It was late one fall night at a fairground near town
When Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand

His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle
That flashed in his hollow eyed stare

He said "Little girl, you can chop off my legs
And then peel off my socks if you want to.
But I'd rather you took this old puppet from me
That I hold in my pail as we speak."

And he stood looking down at the innocent girl
And she stared at the bucket bewildered
Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
And a giant smile grew on her face
She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resist
And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church
And she burst through the door with puppet held high
And a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean

Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl
The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch
The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sack
Through the window of the church a storm began to rage
And Esther knew the time had come to flee

She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance
And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free
But the wind was blowing harder
And her skirt began to billow
Until finally her feet began to lift

And she rose above the houses and the people
and the chimneys
And Esther and the doll were set adrift
Floating higher over the hills, and the valleys and treetops
they'd flutter and glide
Soaring and turning suspended on air
With the earth far below them they'd tumble
And dive through the clouds

And she began to plummet earthward till she
Landed in the nasty part of town

She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men
Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night
Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the
Puppet on her rump.

Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behind
A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited
Till the dawn
Cause it would have been a blunder to
Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl

When the morning came, she wandered through the streets
Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound
It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down

As Esther stood and shook her head
The joggers were approaching
And she knew she had no choice left but to swim
As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide
She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin

Naked now she made her way toward the shore
When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.
And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its tiny
Little arms around her ankle and wouldn't let her go.

The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole
As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep
And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears
As she drifted away to a tranquil
And motionless sleep.

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Contact

Phish

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
Bummed is what you are when you go out to your car and its been towed.

I woke up one morning
In November
And I realized I love you.
Its not your headlights in front
Or your tailpipe
Or the skylight above you.
Its the way that you cling to the road
When the wind tries to shove you.
I'd never go driving away and come back home without you.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

I woke up one morning
In November
And I realized I love you.
Its not your headlights in front
Or your tailpipe 
Or the skylight above you.
Its the way that you cling to the road 
When the wind tries to shove you.
I'd never go driving away and come back home without you.

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10.

Sanity never came my way (came his way)
Sanity never came my way (his way)
I don't know what I'll do today (way)
Cause saniity never came my way

Lost my mind just a couple of times (lost his mind)
Lost my mind just a couple of times (his mind)
You can spend your nickels, spend you dimes (mind)
But I lost my mind just a

You can tresspass anywhere (anywhere)
You can tresspass anywhere (nywhere)
But when you go you'd better beware (where)
Cause you can tresspass anywhere

I forgot the rules I forgot my pride (his pride)
But now I need a place to hide (pride)
I forgot the rules I forgot my pride (ide)
But now I need a... (PLACE TO HIDE!)

The stars in the sky are very bright (very bright)
The stars in the sky are very bright (bright)
The stars they really SUCK tonight (stars SUCK!)
The stars in the sky are very bright

And I don't care if the world explodes (world explodes)
I don't care if the world explodes (explodes)
You can save the whales, you can save the toads (odes)
But I don't care if the...

Sanity never came my way (came his way)
Sanity never came my way (his way)
I don't know what I'll do today (way)
Cause saniity never came my way

Lost my mind just a couple of times (lost his mind)
Lost my mind just a couple of times (mmmmmmmiiiiiiiind)

11.

12.

...We already played that
We're going to lighten it up a bit
We're going to lighten it up a bit
This really isn't a stupid song
This is a special song
This is an important song
This is a dance song
This is.. THIS IS RED ROCKS...THIS IS THE EDGE!!!
No really this is a song about...
We want to get serious now that we have your attention
We want to talk about..
We want to talk about an important man (Diarrhea!-Mike)
Who could have an important effect
On everybody in this room's lives
If they were willing to take the chance
To let this person into their hearts and their views
Because this is a special man
this man was a philosepher many years ago
(Background OOOH's and AHH's begin here)
And this man wrote a great book
For this is the author of the Helping Friendly Book
The book that could change your life, the way it changed ours
And I hope that someday
That you, you people will all have the chance
To read the Helping Friendly Book
And experience the wisdom
Of the great and knowledgeable
Man who wrote the Helping Friendly Book
Because he is, the great and knowledgeable
He is the one, the only
Author of the great Helping Friendly Book
HE is, the man, the great man, the only
the special
His name is...
The Author of the Helping Friendly Book
He is the great, the knowledgeable
The one, the only
The great and knowledgeable
Person who wrote the Helping Friendly Book
His name could only be
The one, the only
The only, the special, the Author of the Helping Friendly Book
HE WROTE THE PHUCKING BOOK OK!
HE WROTE THE BOOK
His name..
WAS..
ICCULUS!!!!!

( this part is sung )

Written by the great and knowledgeable Icculus
Ya! Our children are old enough
To read ICCULUS (or Ridicule us)

A cold and lonely night
Running the pace of her fright
Look at her face tonight!
(Starts to go into a jam, then stops abruptly)
Thanks!