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...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! |
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Rye, rye, rocco
Marco Esquandolas Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul You've got to run like an antelope out of control |
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Ahhh!
Divided sky, the wind blows high (The divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back to the pre-Wilson years of She purity in Gamehendge. After listening to the sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the center of the forest. The root is believed to contain the spirit of Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. After eating the root, they venture into a vast field at sundown. The field is deep green, and stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. In the center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. They climb the rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night sky.) |
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Om-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-paaaaa
Fat sweaty bulldog Stood in the sun Stone village swamp man Slow motion run Tender poke police walker Precious birthday fudge Swamp night bull nail Walker done done Hot sweaty bulldog stood in the sunthen - stone village swamp man (is doing a) slow motion runhere comes the policeman: tender poke police walkerwhom the dog and the man see as: precious birthday fudgethen - swamp night (the man) bull nail (the dog - the bulldog's claw) kill the policeman: walker done done Me and Harpua We couldn't care few-a It happens all the time We beat Okimo (Repeat Chorus) Hot liquor stone jack Bitter toothless flesh Shabby pimple chin-slime Evil milky rash Me and Harpua Spastic dead-eyed hound Oozing dreadlock skullcap We're coming to your town We'll help you party down (Chorus 2x) Spoken by Trey (with asides by Fishman): Once upon a time Far far away from here There, in a small town... a small town... small town... small... And on the outskirts of this town there lived a mean, nasty, furry, ugly hound named Harpua. Harpua roamed the outskirts of the town every day and he'd walk around looking for a little action. So of course this day was no different from any other day and here we start the story and we see Harpua walking around on the outskirts of town near the forest kind of at the edge of the forest and he's walking in toward town... Harpua walked toward the town... innocently... And meanwhile in the town... in a whole different part of the town there lived a young boy all alone in a suburban neighborhood and every day he'd sit in his room and sit on his little couch (AND SMOKE POT!)... he'd sit on his little couch and he'd listen to his stereo... and he'd lay back and he'd look down next to him and he'd pet his favorite little (DOG!) furry little... oh, he loved his little... furry... thing that he pet every day while he listened to his stereo (while sitting on the couch) he'd pet his furry (thing on the couch) his furry... And he looked down and he said "I love to pet you, my little furry... thing that I ... I love you so much that I decided to name you this name that I love and so I named you... I love you so... that's why... that's why I pet you every day... that's why I named you... that's why when I first got you and I knew how much I loved you... I decided that I'd give you the name of... the moniker of... I'd call you... your name is... I DECIDED THAT YOUR NAME WOULD HAVE TO BE... I'D CALL YOU... YOUR GOING TO BE CALLED... I THINK YOUR NAME... I CALL YOU... YOU'D GO AS... AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!! POSTER NUTBAG!!!!!!!! Poster Nutbag sat on the couch next to Jimmy... Poster Nutbag, the furry little kitty-cat Jimmy's pet sat next to Jimmy and he looked up at Jimmy... and on this particular day Poster Nutbag decided to go for a little walk so Poster Nutbag got up and walked toward the door and Jimmy went to the door and he opened up the door and Poster Nutbag went outside and he started walking across the yard.. and he walk onto the sidewalk and he started walking innocently down the street and he walked down the street and suddenly he found himself wandering... into a new part of town that he'd never been to... Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWN And when he got there he was walking along and suddenly he rounded a corner and in front of him he saw... he saw Harpua... Harpua, the ugly dog from the beginning of the story... and they looked at each other... tension filled the air... there was going to be a nasty fight... Harpua saw Poster Nutbag and began to growl and let a hungry drop of saliva fall onto the floor... Poster Nutbag coiled his body into a deadly arch... the fight was about to begin... ARGAAAAAAAA! Look, the storm's gone...Dad (Mike): Jimmy... Jimmy (Fish): Yes, Dad D: Jimmy, I have some bad news... J: What might that be...Dad? D: It's about your cat, Poster... J: You wouldn't be talking about Poster Nutbag, now would you? YOUR CAT DIED! Poster is deadPoster is deadPoster's SO dead How about a goldfish? I don't want a goldfish How about a goldFISH? I don't...want a goldfish How about A goldfish? I don't want...a goldfish What do you... what do you... what do you... I want... What do you... A dog A dog There's a dog in the station With an ugly mutation And it needs lubrication each day There's a dog in the station Contemplating rotation As a form of recreation and play A dog There's a dog in the station With a bad reputation It's a sign of the nation's decay But the dog in the station Doesn't need a vacation As the people rush by dressed in gray A DOG A DOG A DOG!! |
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Man God Shit Wash Uffizi drive me to Firenze |
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Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you Wilson, Duke of Lizards I beg it all trune for you Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book In as far as fiefdom, I think you bad crook Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you Wilson, Duke of Lizards I beg it all trune for you I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same When we had that meeting, over down near Game(hendge) Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you Wilson, Duke of Lizards I beg it all trune for you You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one I must inquire, Wilson Can you still have fun? Wilson Can you still have fun? Wilson Can you still have fun? Wilson |
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(Billy F. Gibbons/Joe Michael Hill/Frank Lee Beard)Jesus left Chicago
And he headed down to New Orleans Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Hey hey Workin' from one end to the other And all points in between Took a drive through Mississippi Muddy water turned to wine Took a drive through Mississippi Muddy water turned to wine Hey hey Went out to California Through the points and through the pines You might not see him in person But he'll see you just the same Might not see him in person But he'll see you just the same Hey hey Don't have to worry about nothin' 'Cuz takin' care of business is His name Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Hey hey Workin' from one end to the other And all points in between Thanks everyone! This is a very cool room, I don't know how many of you Were here last time, but...it's good to be back What's that? Sounds good, Mike!! Sounds great, Mike!!! Thank you man! Thank you.. OK.... Mike? He likes the way it sounds! I know! |
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Remember all the days in the pond
Catchin' wild trout till the break of dawn Now that you've become a man, looking very mean Got a nice shiny sports car, keep it very clean Don't ask him what it was, tell him what it is (2x) Sing the song now: Ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, I got an oh kee pah She used to be a vampire child, walkin' in the yard Now that she's become a woman, lookin' very proud You used to wear a piece of cloth tied around your head Now she looks so good, wanna love you dead Don't ask her what it was, tell her what it is (2x) Sing the song now: Ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, you no good pah |
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I read the news today
About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords I saw a film today The English army had just won the war A crowd of people looked away But I just had to look Having read the book I'd love to turn you on Woke up, fell out of bed Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup And, looking up, I noticed I was late Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke And somebody spoke and I went into a dream I read the news today Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall I'd love to turn you on |
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The pressure builds, you buy a gift
You're hoping that your dread will lift It glitters on her like a glass You shudder as it comes to pass Apologize to Luce and Lil' Converse with Ed, a drive with Jill Your friends confine you in their worlds One by one, a string of pearls Confuse you say, this isn't me You hover in their unity Ashamed, you slowly lose your grasp Release the links, undo the clasp The skin that drips down from the tree And peels back slowly from your knee Erupts into your lung and heart You laugh and laughing, fall apart Laugh and laughing, fall apart(x28) Laugh and Laughing fall apart(x14) |
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Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in.
Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow. Aughta put that woman in a looney bin, Cause you know I'd really like to be a part of her show! Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot. An artist she may be, but a genius she is not. She says she wants to be a sociologist, But she better first get checked by a neurologist. Chorus Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy Suzy, Suzy Greenberg Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy Suzy, Suzy Greenberg Suzy's 'bout as faithful as a slot machine. Pays off once in a while, then she robs you clean. She's always afraid that she's not sure what she's worth. She's out of her mind, and she's not of this Earth. Woman walks the streets like she's queen of the town. Doesn't talk very much, she's very profound! Little Suzy Greenberg's always playing a game. Since the day we first met, she's probably forgot my name! Chorus x2 Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in. Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow. Aughta put that woman in a looney bin, Cause you know I'd really like to be a part of her show! Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot. An artist she may be, but a genius she is not. She says she wants to be a sociologist, But she better first get checked by a neurologist. Chorus x2 |
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I'm floating in the blimp a lot
I feel the feeling I forgot of swimming weightless in the womb or bouncing gently 'round the room In a minute I’ll be free and you’ll be splashing in the sea I feel no curiosity I see the path ahead of me in a minute I'll be free and you'll be splashing in the sea we'll hear a tiny cry as the ship goes sliding by free free I'm floating in the blimp a lot I feel the feeling I forgot I'm floating in the blimp a lot I feel the feeling I forgot free... |
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Guyute was the ugly pig
who walked on me and danced a jig that he had learned when he was six then stopped and did some other tricks like pulling weapons from his coat and holding them against my throat he lectured me in a language strange and scampered quickly out of range I'm bouncing like a newborn elf I can't remain inside myself Guyute glances in my eyes and manages to hypnotize me as I sleep the sleep of death he suck from me my only breath that I had breathed since I was ten I hope this happens once again |
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