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from Phish - Lawn Boy (1991)
Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors
And I am in the hallway singing to the troubadours The kings are all lined up outside the gate And the autumn bells are ringing but they'll just have to wait Where is the joker? Have you seen him around With his three coned cap that he wears like a clown? Have you seen his stripped stockings and heard his sad tale About the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whales? Here come the ambassadors, they show up one by one Brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done Wendy's on the windowsill waiting to be let in And we're all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin The kings storm the hallway they've climbed up through the gate they didn't mean to be impolite but they just couldn't wait Here comes the joker with his silly grin He carries a martini made of bathtub gin Here comes the joker we all must laugh Cause we're all in this together, and we love to take a bath. |
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from Phish - Lawn Boy (1991)
The woman was a dream I had
Though rather hard to keep for when my eyes were watching hers They closed, And I was still asleep. For when my hand was holding hers She whispered words and I awoke And faintly bouncing around the room The echo of whomever spoke I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room the echo of whomever spoke. The place I saw was far beneath The surface of the sea My sight was poor But I was sure The sirens sang their songs for me They dance above me as I sink I see them through a crystal haze And hear them bouncing round the room the never ending coral maze That time and once again I'm bouncing around the room. |
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Throughout the night when there's no direct light
and a thin veil of clouds keeps the stars out of sight I can smell the colors outside on my lawn The moist green organic that my feet tread upon And the black oleander surrounded by blues I'm soon overwhelmed by olfactory hues Bouncing Around the Room The woman was a dream I had though rather hard to keep For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep. For when my hand was holding hers, she whispered words and I awoke And faintly bouncing around the room the echo of whomever spoke I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room the echo of whomever spoke. The place I saw was far beneath the surface of the sea My sight was poor but I was sure the sirens sang their songs for me They dance above me as I sink I see them through a crystal haze And hear them bouncing round the room the never ending coral maze That time and once again I'm bouncing around the room. |
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from Phish - Lawn Boy (1991)
My sweet one, I'll call you my sweet one
You're my only true sweet one With my all, I'll call you my sweet one From far away, I'll say your name Oh with you, I'd travel thick And with you, I'd also travel thin And all the spaces in between I'd travel with you, you're my sweet one But for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder Herbivores ate well cause their food didn't never run Oh, if You're ever unsatisfied with the way life's treating You You know You can count on me to take good care of You I love you honey oh yes I do You know that's true of course and if your dog or cat ever dies, I'll buy You a Ewe |
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from Phish - Lawn Boy (1991)
Reba sink a boulder in the water
Reba tie a cable to a tree Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune Knee deep in the motel tub Reba dangle ladle form her lip dip sip Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume mutter to a farmer in a truck Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba cheetah on the prowl in a cage sink a boulder in the water tie a cable to a tree Mutter "nature" to the nag with the lipstick perfume Reba flush a fleshfarm leftover thunder in a circle down the pipes Bag it Tag it Sell it to the butcher in the store Reba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub picked up a jar unscrewed the top and watched it drop into the water A little scoop of plaster mix some coffee grounds and mud and then she stirred it with the ladle that her Grandmother had bought her threw in a pot of melted wax a forefoot and a hoof apple core, worms galore and a can of some corrosive coconuts and chloroform some wicker and some cork Toxic waste, some purple paste she hoped was not explosive Reba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation and she knew that what she make would be the finest in the nation |
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Rye, rye, rocco
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from Phish - Lawn Boy (1991)
In the morning I pack up my gear
and toss it in my carryall Run the wide load to the lip and watch the big core crack and glow In the evening I undo my belt Split open and melt I wake up on my stomach with my face between my hands and crawl along the floor toward the doorway Jumping to my feet I try to put myself together but I feel it in my knees and the room begins to spin and I slip and bump my head and raise a welt Split open and melt We breathe deep in a steam dream and plunge below the water line down, down, down between beams to the gloom room among the seaweed and the slime down, down, down Melt |
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from Phish - Lawn Boy (1991)
The Squirming Coil of sunset
I keep within my reach Tried yesterday to get away and hitchhiked to the beach I saw Satan on the beach trying to catch a ray He wasn't quite the speed of light and the squirming coil it got away.... The muscles flex the mother's ring She fastens children to her king and sends him down the crooked street When he returns, the birth's complete Jimmy holds the Tannis root The forest's tasty nectar shoot The sun tips off the monarch's suit from sequined sash to shiny boot "I'd like to lick the coil some day Like Icarus, who had to pay with melting wax and feathers brown He tasted it on his way down" Stun the puppy! Burn the whale! Bark a scruff and go to jail! Forge the coin and lick the stamp! Little Jimmy's off to camp |
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from Phish - A Picture of Nectar (1992)
(Doctor Davis, telephone please...Doctor Davis, telephone please)
I'd catapult downtown To see the galleries And my favorite fiancee In a lavender gown But I'm hooked up to a machine It performs my daily functions Through a tube in my wien And today that thing malfunctioned Like a forest fire It burnt a hole in me and I perspired So there ain't gonna be a wedding No love affair No art to which none compares |
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from Phish - A Picture of Nectar (1992)
Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think Before you slip into the night You'll want something to drink Steal away before the dawn, and Bring us back good news But if you've tread in primal soup Please wipe it from your shoes Just then a porthole pirate Scouraged the evening with his cry And sanctuary bugs deprived A monkey of its thigh A dust arose and clogged my nose Before I could blink twice Despite the scut that bubbled up I gave some last advice: The flesh from Satan's dogs Will make the rudiments of gruel Deduct the carrots from your pay You worthless swampy fool Exploding then through fields and few And swimming in the mire The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth Demented me with fire I drifted where the current chose Afloat upon my back And if perchance a newt slimed by I'd stuff it in my sack Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin But with the handy spine of hedgehog I removed the force within Suzie then removed her mask And caused a mighty stir The angry crowd responded Taking turns at grabbing her The foggy cavern's musty grime Appeared within my palm I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off With deadly icy calm The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue And used her like a rag To mop the slime from where the slug Had slithered with the bag In summing up, the moral seems A little bit obscure... Give the director a serpent deflector A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector A cushion convector, a picture of nectar A virile disector, a hormone collector Whatever you do take care of your shoes |
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And we're glad glad glad that you're alive
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from Phish - A Picture of Nectar (1992)
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore Abducted by a bandit or A king from some forgotten war And mindful of his larval craze The rhinotropic micro-gaze Ignored it and to my amazement Rode to Paris in twelve days This is the work of the guelah papyrus Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus She take me on, I never fail To ride on the redundant rail 'Cause when I know she's switched a track There's always one to take me back And through the bedroom door intrude A fretful frown and spoil the mood 'Cause though I never really stand that tall She tilt my frame, she watch me fall |
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from Phish - A Picture of Nectar (1992)
Sunrise over the turquoise mountains
Messenger birds in sight They came up through the valley Both sides at a time Through the cold steady rain Raid! I bend down Poke a double decker on a llama Taboot Llama, taboot taboot Trigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedes I start to run It was the loudest thing I'd ever heard And I knew my time had come To enter the delta Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Leave it on press Depress, depress Llama, taboot, taboot Llama, taboot, taboot Llama, taboot, taboot Taboot, taboot Taboot, taboot Taboot |
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Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my, Crab in my, Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my, Crab in my, Crab in my shoemouth |
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from Phish - A Picture of Nectar (1992)
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again You won't steal my tape recorder I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen You won't steal that thing again I didn't even know your name or what was your game But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame I wanna know if you stole mine It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blame Your life will never be the same I can't track you anymore Detective work has sure become a bore So tell me what you did with it And stop this shit, give up yourself Before they come knockin' at your door You won't steal my poor heart again You won't steal my poor heart again When I feel the blade of that Cupid sword I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen You won't steal that thing again You won't steal my poor heart again |
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from Phish - A Picture of Nectar (1992)
I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales The sloping companion I cast down the ash Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew Police in a corner, gunnin' for you Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat Laugh when they shoot you, say "Please don't do that" Control for smilers can't be bought The solar garlic starts to rot Was it for this my life I sought? Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Control for smilers can't be bought (Maybe so and maybe not) The solar garlic starts to rot (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) (Maybe so and maybe not) |
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Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please Ramble while slop scraper sighs Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies Operations at the sink The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes Feels it tilt and start to slide Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese Dangle some grape apple pies Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies Your hands and feet are mangos You're gonna be a genius anyway Your hands and feet are mangos You're gonna be a genius anyway [All three verses superimposed upon one another] |
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Won't you step into the freezer
Seize her with a tweezer Won't you step into the freezer Tease her with a tweezer It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold Won't you step into the freezer Please her with a tweezer Won't you step into the freezer Please her with a tweezer It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold Look who's in the freezer Uncle Ebenezer |
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Won't you step into the freezer
Seize her with a tweezer Won't you step into the freezer Tease her with a tweezer It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold Won't you step into the freezer Please her with a tweezer Won't you step into the freezer Please her with a tweezer It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold Look who's in the freezer Uncle Ebenezer |
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from Phish - Junta (1992)
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. |
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Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie Let's go out to dinner And see a movie Let's go out to dinner and see a movie |
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from Phish - Junta (1992)
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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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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(Part 1 - Fluff's Travels)
(Part 2 - The Chase) (Part 3 - Who do? We do!) (Part 4 - Clod) Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated Prime did edit her Hellborn elfchild roadhog mountain fortune hunter Man beheaded her Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated Prime did edit her Rabid victim martyr stranded Level headed boy, ya better bend Soon your luscious honey sugar Mellifluous life is gonna end Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod rabid victim martyr stranded level headed boy, ya better bend (Part 5 - Bundle of Joy) (Part 6 - Arrival) |
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Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease Could not find no cure Wont'cha help him if you please Fluffhead Fluffhead Fluff came to the door Asking me for change His eyes were clear and pure But his mind was so deranged Fluffhead Fluffhead Fluff went to a banker Asking for some bills The banker said 'I aint got that, But I sure got some powerful pills' Fluffhead Fluffhead |
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I look into the finance box
Just to check my status I look into the microscope See Golgi Apparatus Golgi, oh, woe is me You can't even see the sea Golgi, olgi, oh ooo olgi Golgi Golgi They call him Lysasome Cause he runs so fast Runs like a junkyard dog With a brain of brass I saw you With a ticket stub in your hand Under the light Middle of the night Couldn't get it wrong So I had to |
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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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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) |
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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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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
I dropped the buzzard in the sand and trudged off slowly toward the town,
I needed dinner and a place where I could throw my weight around, I detected faint axilla scent that put me off my appetite, But mouflon warring where I went renewed in me a need to fight, Then reveling in mirror mask I soon was lost in foggy ditch, Without a feather gray or white to tickle that piano witch, Fearing that I must expose my worm to holographic haze, My Clinometer error rose and spawned in her new mawkish ways, I woke the witch with reverence reserved for serpents, snails, and slugs, I pulled the witch from out the ditch and turned to face the furry thugs, The sheep they smiled with teeth agleam, The weapons in their hooves revolved I detected a prostatic ream, I gulped and felt my loins dissolve!!!!!!!!! |
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
You may as well keep your belly full For the time may come when you'll rely on the layer of fat That separates you from the rabid dog and the common fly To a less demanding place on your spine I feel you shift my weight around I squirm and roll beneath your flesh Just like the guy you met in town He's yelling at the parking lot Throwing beer cans down the stairs Driving home to Mom and Dad To spend a weekend with no cares
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
I can't spare a moment for the dog faced boy I won't lend another hand to the worm girl of Hanoi Don't deplete my oxygen for the guy who's turning blue But ask me, and I'll do anything for you Whenever I think of you it only makes me feel sad Whenever I think of you, the best friend I ever had... Before I gave it up all for nothing Well, I lied and I cheated And it made me feel bad It made me feel guilty for not being true Oh the months I spend trying for a way to explain In teh end all I could do as turn my head in shame Whenever I think of you it only makes me feel sad Because you deserve better and once I was it But somehow my good intentions just got up and git
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
Down with disease
Three weeks in my bed Trying to stop these demons that keep dancing in my head Down with disease Up before the dawn A thousand barefoot children outside dancing on my lawn, and I keep Waiting for the time when I can finally say That this has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way But when I think it's time to leave it all behind I try to find a way but there's nothing I can say to make it stop Down with disease and the jungles in my mind They're climbing up my waterfalls and swingin' on my vines So I try to hear the music but I'm always losing time 'Cause they're stepping on my rhythm and they're stealin' all my lines Stealin' all my lines and I keep Waiting for the time when I can finally say That this has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way But when I think it's time to leave it all behind I try to find a way but there's nothing I can say to make it stop |
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
Take me to another place, she said
Take me to another time Run with me across the oceans Float me on a silver cloud If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would and I'd take you now Stay with me till time turns over I want to feel my feet leave the ground Take me where the whispering breezes Can lift me up and spin me around If I could I would... Hear you laughing as we go Flipping backward through the doors and through the windows... I'm melting into nothing If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would, but I don't know how If I could I would and I'd take you now |
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
Danger, I've been told to expect it I begin my descent down the cold granite steps And who could have turned among those I confide in? I think that I know what I haven't known yet 'Cause a week is a monthand an hour a day When your reaching just pushes it further away With your past and your future precisely divided Am I at that moment? I haven't decided And stretching out into the sea... Aquitana Is that what the prophet told me he saw? You gave it to me but I really don't want it I came out on top by the luck of the draw 'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day When your reaching just pushes it further away And what's the return on the faith I've provided? I think that I know now but I haven't decided Before you take another step, don't blame it on yourself `Cause if you lay it on your brother when you're sleepin' You'll wake up in the morning and you'll be gone
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
Swinging on the lifeline
Fraying bits of twine Entangled in the remnants of the Knot I left behind And asking you to help me make it Finally unwind But God never listens to what I say God never listens to what I say And you don't get a refund If you overpray And when the line is breaking And when I'm near the end When all the time spent leading I've been following instead When all my thoughts and memories are Left hanging by a thread God never listens... Stranded on this slender string The minutes seem to last a lifetime Dangling here between the light above And blue below that drags me down But God never listens to what I say God never listens to what I say And you don't get a refund If you overpray |
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
It's hidden far away
But someday I may tell The tale of metal tangle When into your world I fell Without you now I wander soaking Secretly afraid 'Cause in your grasp the fears don't last (And some of them have stayed) I wheeled around because I Didn't hear what you had said And saw you dancing with Elihu Up on Leemor's bed And I was foggy rather groggy, you helped me to my car The binding belt enclosing me, a Sample in a Jar And on the market stands unfolding With all their willies and their wares I shuffle by alert but numb To all the glances and the glares And I think of you unheeding All the times I raise my cup It's now I know that you knew that I'd soon end up end up Chorus You tricked me like the others And now I don't belong The simple smiles and good times seem all wrong |
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
Kitty Malone sat on a mule
Was riding in style When suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard's breaking Kity felt laser beams being fired at her head She said, "I hate laser beams And you never done see me askin' For a UFO In Tomahawk County" Well she kicked the mule And it walked the path And the aliens fired from behind Till she stopped the mule And she kicked the rump And the big old mule took a big old dump Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go Take your laser beams away Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go You better stop that laser game Or you'll smell my mule She felt the fire against her neck And it saddened her to feel it burn When suddenly, like the sound of a breeding Holstein Kitty said, "Stop, we ain't lookin' for fightin' In Tomahawk County." A little guy from the UFO Came on out and said his name was Joe She said, "Come on over for some lemonade Just follow me now with the whole brigade" Chorus They walked into her cabin shack They had never seen a southern home And they liked it, better than their UFO They liked it, they really liked it They said, "Here's a place of elegance Here we shower ourselves in lightness" Chorus |
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from Phish - Hoist (1994)
Well many years ago now I really can't be sure
That's when it all began then I heard that knock upon my door And the wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother Came down on me The telephone was ringing, that's when I handed it to Liz She said, "This isn't who it would be if it wasn't who it is" It's the wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother Comin' down on me So I might be on a side street or a stairway to the stars I hear the high pitched cavitation of propellers from afar It's the wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother Comin' down on me So with meaningless excitement and smooth atonal sound It's like a cross between a hurricane and a ship that's run aground It's the wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother The wolfman's brother Comin' down on - comin' down on me The wolfman's brother, the wolfman's brother Comin' down on me Surely took more than he gave (repeats |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
If you're just staring at your walls
Observing echoing footfalls From tenants wandering distant halls Then this one is for you If children playing all around To you is noise not pleasant sound And you'd be lost on the playground Then this one is for you All alone the life you lead A silent diner where you feed You bow your head pretend to read Then this one if for you Slip past strangers in the street There's no one that you care to meet Longing for your TV seat this one is for you If you're just staring at your walls If you're just staring at your walls And this one is for you If you're just staring at your walls If you're just staring at your walls And this one is for you this one is for you this one is for you this one is for you..... |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
a silent bird / a raging tide a mountainside
an open door / looming from the surf a whispered word / a steady wind as we began and then no more / to close in on the earth |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
Fikus dreamed a dream for me
it cost me nothing it was free he dreamed of walking in the sand of blossoms forming in his hand of kitchen cake and cedar shakes of waterfalls and yellow snakes of earthen dams and hydrofoils of watching water 'til it boils of holding forth from singing words of flying south with flocks of birds none of this was charged to me for as I said it was for free |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
Time is me, and I should know
I knew this several months ago I knew more than I do now For I've been turned around somehow Relax, the world will spin beside itself and suck you in With threats and hopes beyond compare I change the landscape as I pass Meandering from sand to glass I suction there for one whole day Until the feeling goes away Relax, the world will spin beside itself and suck you in With threats and hopes beyond compare I don't need these orbits in my life Revolve and cycle through don't keep coming back for more I don't need this circular design Wheel and spin away from me you've been by here before I've lost my mind I've lost my way I'm bound to lose you wonder where I am Relax, the world will spin beside itself and suck you in With threats and hopes beyond compare I've lost my mind I've lost my way I'm bound to lose you wonder where I am I've lost my mind I've lost my way I'm bound to lose you wonder where I am I've lost my mind I've lost my way I'm bound to lose you wonder where I am.. |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
I feel I've never told you
the story of the ghost that I once knew and talked to of whom I'd never boast Cause this was my big secret how I get ahead and never have to worry I'd call him instead His answer came in actions He never spoke a word Or maybe I lay down the phone before he could be heard I somehow feel forsaken Like he had closed the door I guess I just stopped needing him as much as once before .. But maybe he's still with me the latch was left unhooked He's waiting in the wind and rain I simply haven't looked I feel I've never told you the story of the ghost ...... |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
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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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
The shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone
But when I'm done freezing I want to be alone Never want my hand cut off Never want a hacking cough Never need a cliffside push Never turn my brain to mush Always give me what I lack Always take the best parts back Always recognize your fate Always just a moment late Left is where I always turn Left is how I'm forced to learn Left the route my walking takes Left alone with my mistakes Up against a person who Up 'til now I never knew Up from hell the answer blew Up and down it's up to you. Drop me off the chinese wall and peel my fingers off the rim I come unglued while in mid-air and land to reform limb by limb And I am taken far away.... Lingering slowly and melting away Tossed with the salad and baled with the hay Pooling like water that drips from above Trampled by lambs and pecked by the dove Drop me off the chinese wall and peel my fingers off the rim I come unglued while in mid-air and land to reform limb by limb |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
I am a prince I have it all
I hear your footsteps through the wall I wait in silence for your call then take a shot and watch you fall I am a ghost but I cannot fly I'm stuck here as the years slide by I need a resting place 'cause I already felt my body die if I had a host of ghosts living on my street I'd jive and strive to stay alive and offer them some meat I need a different life I think perhaps I'd be the missing link and treasure moments as I drink away the memories let the sink |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
The circus is the place for me with bears
and clowns and noise I love the shiny music that descends from overhead Gordon knew the moment when the stars all turned around But from that vantage point I frowned If life were easy and not so fast I wouldn't think about the past. I can't forget to turn the earth so both sides get their share of darkness and of light So now I wander over grounds of light and heat and sound and mist provoking dreams that don't exist A circus of light where dreams can take flight In the peacefulness dreaming dreams brings If life were easy and not so fast I wouldn't think about the past.... |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
the terrible thing about hell
is that when you're there you can't even tell as you move through this life you love so you could be there and not even know but you say so what I'm doing just fine the irony is that it's all in your mind and that's why hell is so vicious and cruel but you'll just go on an oblivious fool |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
and all throughout I gaze and glimpse you
loving never did convince you I see you when you're all alone it's like a person I've not known the moment ends though I feel winds blowing differently than ever before and they're pushing me further from shore a frothy cap the steady slap of lines against the rail a biting rain take in the main up the rigging take in sail mind the skipper we'll not fail he'll bring out wine all will be fine just hear the order watch the sail the moment ends |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
I've been wading in the velvet sea
I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the velvet sea I've been wading in the I've been wading in the I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say mailed it off to your address you'll get it pretty soon unless The packaging begins to break and all the points I tried to make are tossed with thoughts into a bin time leaks out my life leaks in you won't find moments in a box and someone else will set your clocks I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say and mailed it off to you |
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from Phish - The Story Of The Ghost (1998)
Listen as she speaks to you
hear the voices flutter through the barriers arranged by you. Close the shutters draw the shades Filter out the everglades Glistening with evening dew Thunder calls through waterfalls Rising tide and ocean walls I can hear you when you sigh Listen as she speaks to you Hear the voices flutter through watch them and let them lie I can hear you when you sigh Through the water in the sky. Thunder calls through waterfalls Rising tide and ocean walls I can hear you when you sigh Listen as she speaks to you Hear the voices flutter through Through the water in the sky. Through the water in the sky. Through the water in the sky. |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
Tumbling greens
A pickup screams Alone above the square Oh sing softly Above the trees Where Billy breathes We float upon the air Oh.. softly sing sweet songs Softly sing sweet songs Softly sing sweet songs Silent scenes in motion means I’ll wake you when we’re there Oh sing softly Time, it seems in broken dreams To sleep beside the stair Oh.. softly sing sweet songs Softly sing sweet songs Softly sing sweet songs .. Softly sing sweet songs.... |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
I was taught a month ago
to bide my time and take it slow then I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day I'm convinced the whole day long that all I learn is always wrong and things are true that I forget but no one taught that to me yet I ought to see the man Mulcahy I was taught a month ago to bide my time and take it slow then I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day I'm convinced the whole day long that all I learn is always wrong and things are true that I forget but no one taught that to me yet I ought to see the man Mulcahy .. I .. I ought to see the man Mulcahy |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
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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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian, With nothing to return to but the demons in their caves Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves Oh, to be Prince Caspian, And the children in the fields all sowing seed and chaffing wheat Oh, to be Prince Caspian with stumps instead of feet Oh to be Prince Caspian Oh to be Prince Caspian Oh to be Prince Caspian |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
Much ado is all I see
(although my roots were deep) In fact it is surrounding me The seething crowd intrudes all day (I sank in hillsides deep) Until I'm finally swept away Although I thought my roots were deep (the rivers that erode) I sank them into hillsides steep And riverbanks that soon erode (and canyons overflow) And canyons that have overflowed |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
Much ado is all I see
And feel like it's surrounding me The crowd intrudes all day 'Til I'm finally swept away I'm finally swept away I'm finally swept away I'm finally swept away I'm finally swept away I'm finally swept away I'm finally swept away |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
I can't talk my talk with you
Nothing's ever soaking through The filter that surrounds your thoughts And holds out lessons left untaught I can't talk my talk with you Nothing's ever soaking through The filter that surrounds your thoughts And holds out lessons left untaught I can't talk my talk with you I can't sing my song with you Nothing's ever soaking through The filter that surrounds your thoughts And holds out lessons left untaught I can't sing this song with you Nothing's ever soaking through The filter that surrounds your thoughts And holds out lessons left untaught I can't sing my song with you I can't talk my talk with you |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
I'm up and I can take what you give
And I'm here but I don't want you to live with me 'Cause all I want is a taste for free I'm down and I will drag you along and around Until you burst into song and unwind And leave your new life behind for a while Cause I can see through the lines Cause I can see through the lines I'm down and I will drag you along and around Until you burst into song and unwind And leave your new life behind for a while I'm out and I will stay here alone and without Someone controlled by the phone and TV 'Cause what it's doing to me is fine Cause I can see through the lines Cause I can see through the lines Oooh oooh Step into space Oooh oooh Alter my place Oooh oooh That someone else made Why I have stayed Into things I could be Or if I could see Into fog that surrounds And pins me to the ground I can see through the lines I can see through the lines I can see through the lines I can see through the lines |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
I feed from the bottom you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop and coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup If nothing comes down then I'm forced to swim up On the way upwards the colors come back, but all on the bottom is blue, gray and black, the darkness is cold and perception goes wrong and the night seems to go on incredibly long so I ask you why if I'm swimming by don't you see anything you'd like to try? .. pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth, jumbled events that have less than no worth time in the forest to dig under rocks float on the ocean and sleep in a box or sink just below all the churning and froth and swim to the light-source, or fly like a moth so toss away stuff you won't need in the end but keep what's important - and know who's your friend so I ask you why if I'm swimming by don't you see anything you'd like to try? ... |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
All the way home we felt we had a chance
To review the coulds before we were born And to invite a new game of cant’s Absorbed in the clouds, a voice from afar said, “With the right device you can make a pattern grow or you can tune up your car” So we stayed on the train admiring the time As the lights of the city drew near We drank a little wine They were blurry and green, outer space in between, With a depth and a form unclear Then we saw it up ahead A flickering lantern lit up on the tracks In the rugs that had covered up the bridge From the banks of a river to the bed of a valley upstream to the place where you live The glass from the lantern cast back the sight of a drive-in movie we drove by below We saw where we’d been in the pictures within, Projecting all the places we would go So we followed the scene and flowed up your steps To a smooth wooden floor in a trance The train whistle melody wove through the trees and in through the door to signal the turns of a dance |
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from Phish - Billy Breathes (1999)
don't want to be an actor, pretending on the stage
don't want to be a writer with my thought out on the page don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look don't want to be anything where my life's an open book a dream it's true but I'd see it through if I could be.. wasting my time with you don't want to be a farmer, working in the sun don't want to be an outlaw, always on the run don't want to be a climber, reaching for the top don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop a dream it's true but I'd see it through if I could be.. wasting my time with you so if I'm inside your head don't believe what you might have read you'll see what I might have said to hear it come waste your time with me come waste your time with me ... so if I'm inside your head don't believe what you might have read you'll see what I might have said to hear it come waste your time with me come waste your time with me come waste your time with me come waste your time with me ... |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors And I am in the hallway singing to the troubadours The kings are all lined up outside the gate And the autumn bells are ringing but they'll just have to wait Where is the joker? Have you seen him around With his three coned cap that he wears like a clown? Have you seen his stripped stockings and heard his sad tale About the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whales? Here come the ambassadors, they show up one by one Brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done Wendy's on the windowsill waiting to be let in And we're all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin The kings storm the hallway they've climbed up through the gate they didn't mean to be impolite but they just couldn't wait Here comes the joker with his silly grin He carries a martini made of bathtub gin Here comes the joker we all must laugh Cause we're all in this together, and we love to take a bath. |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
When I get home from work, what do I do?
I try to kill you! When I get home from work, what do I do? I try to kill you! And why would I try to kill you? Because you're a... Big black furry creature from Mars (4x) When we go out to eat, what do I do? I try to kill you! When we go out to eat, what do I do? Oh, I am killing you! Why do i kill you? Because you're a... Big black furry creature from Mars (4x) I'm runnin, away from you (x2) Why am I running? Cause you're a... Big black furry creature from Mars (12x) |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think Before you slip into the night You'll want something to drink Steal away before the dawn, and Bring us back good news But if you've tread in primal soup Please wipe it from your shoes Just then a porthole pirate Scouraged the evening with his cry And sanctuary bugs deprived A monkey of its thigh A dust arose and clogged my nose Before I could blink twice Despite the scut that bubbled up I gave some last advice: The flesh from Satan's dogs Will make the rudiments of gruel Deduct the carrots from your pay You worthless swampy fool Exploding then through fields and few And swimming in the mire The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth Demented me with fire I drifted where the current chose Afloat upon my back And if perchance a newt slimed by I'd stuff it in my sack Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin But with the handy spine of hedgehog I removed the force within Suzie then removed her mask And caused a mighty stir The angry crowd responded Taking turns at grabbing her The foggy cavern's musty grime Appeared within my palm I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off With deadly icy calm The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue And used her like a rag To mop the slime from where the slug Had slithered with the bag In summing up, the moral seems A little bit obscure... Give the director a serpent deflector A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector A cushion convector, a picture of nectar A virile disector, a hormone collector Whatever you do take care of your shoes |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
I was taught a month ago
to bide my time and take it slow then I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day I'm convinced the whole day long that all I learn is always wrong and things are true that I forget but no one taught that to me yet I ought to see the man Mulcahy I was taught a month ago to bide my time and take it slow then I learned just yesterday to rush and never waste the day I'm convinced the whole day long that all I learn is always wrong and things are true that I forget but no one taught that to me yet I ought to see the man Mulcahy .. I .. I ought to see the man Mulcahy |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head
starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed he opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk fires up my legs when he wants me to walk keeps my eyes open most of the day adds to my memory the things that people say when he makes decisions i dont have to wait but sometimes it seems he's got to much on his plate like this morning when i woke up and he dressed me in this shirt that looks a little ragged where he drug me through the dirt i'm moving through this life and i'm thinking about the next and hoping when i get there i'll be better dressed keeps my eyes open for most of the day adds to my memory the things that people say when he makes decisions i dont have to wait i'll tell you about the driver who lives inside my head |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
Welcome this is a Farmhouse
We have cluster flies alas And this time of year is bad We are so very sorry, There's little we can do But swat them She didn't beg oh, not enough She didn't stay when things got tough I told a lie and she got mad She wasn't there when things got bad I never ever saw the northern lights I never really heard of cluster flies Never ever saw the stars so bright In the farmhouse things will be alright Woke this morning to the stinging lash Every man rise from the ash Each betrayal begins with trust Every man returns to dust |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
I'm looking through
And it all would be So crystal clear If it wasn't for the foam But the foam keeps getting thicker And it just keeps getting harder And I'm falling Into a deep Well |
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from Phish - Hampton Comes Alive (1999)
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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