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The Phish Lyrics Phile!!This file is in a constant state of flux, representing the "bestguess" of the folks on the net at the lyrics of any particularsong. Some songs may well have incomplete or incorrect lyrics.Please send additions and corrections to me, at: or Last Update: 2 Oct 92Index to the songs in this collection:The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday:(lyrics to songs + narrative between songs) Lizards Tela Wilson AC/DC Bag Colonel Forbin's Ascent Famous Mockingbird Sloth PossumLawn Boy (lyrics in the order they appear in the liner notes) The Squirming Coil Reba My Sweet One Split Open and Melt Oh Kee Pah (no lyrics) Bathtub Gin Run Like an Antelope (no lyrics) Lawn Boy Bouncing Around the Room Fee (see below)Junta:(lyrics as transcribed from the liner notes) Fee You Enjoy Myself Esther Golgi Apparatus Foam Dinner and a Movie The Divided Sky David Bowie Fluffhead ContactPicture of Nectar: (again, transcribed from liner notes) (Eliza, Magilla, Landlady, & Faht not included; no words!) Llama Cavern Poor Heart Stash Manteca Guelah Papyrus Glide Tweezer The Mango Song Chalk Dust Torture Catapult Tweezer RepriseAlumni BluesAvenu Malkenu (with translation)Colonel Forbin's Ascent 5/2/92Colonel Forbin's Ascent 5/17/92Cracklin' Rosie (original by Neil Diamond)Destiny UnboundEsther (alternate version 9-12-88)GumboHall and SolaceHarpua 6/9/90HornI Didn't KnowIf I Only Had a BrainIt's IceLanguage InstructionsMazeMcGrupp And The Watchful HosemastersMike's GrooveMoundMy Mind's Got a Mind of it's OwnNo Dogs AllowedPrep School HippiePunch You In The EyeRiftRockytopRunaway JimSanityShaggy DogSilent in the MorningSleeping MonkeySparkleSuzie GreenbergTubeWeighYa Mar---------------------------------------------------------------------From: mlaurenc@world.std.com (Matt Laurence)GAMEHENDGE:The Man Who Stepped Into YesterdayBy Trey AnastasioMusic performed by Phish(Ed. Note:The song Divided Sky is a chant that the Lizards sang to Icculus before the coming of Wilson.)IntroductionOnce upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast greenforest and in the forest, there were birds and lakes and rocks andtrees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group ofpeople called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and theyhad lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utterpeace and tranquility. Once a year when spring came and the firstblossoms began to show, the lizards would gather at the base of themountain to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birdsand they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees andthe rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus. Icculus livedat the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so for no onehad actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed because they hadthe Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Bookto the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlieras a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universeand had enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature. And sothey lived until one day a traveller arrived in Gamehendge. His namewas Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life.He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest and the Lizards,who had never seen an outsider, were happy to oblige. Wilson lived withthe Lizards for a few years studying the ways of the Helping FriendlyBook and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the bookwas gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book knowing that theLizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himselfking and enslaved the innocent people of Gamehendge. He cut down thetrees and built a city which he called Prussia and in the center of thecity he built a castle and locked in the highest tower of the castlelay the Helping Friendly Book, out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, buton a suburban street in Long Island and our hero is no king sitting ina castle he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom.Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade acrosshis cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that layin a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint,of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-twoyears he had piled it all on the back burner and for fifty-two years ithad boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It hadescaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and thefluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ranhis dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck andthought again about the door. He had discovered the door some monthsback on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. Ithad started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyouslyahead of the preoccupied Colonel. As they reached the apex of the hill,he saw it and he knew it had always been there and felt foolish foroverlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it buthe soon found that it was impossible and slowly his newly acquiredknowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which therewas only one escape.And on this morning,Colonel ForbinSteppedThrough the door.====================LizardsPassing through the corridor I came upon an aging knightWho leaned against the wall in gnarly armorHe was on his way to see the kingWil - son Wil - son Wil - sonHe lead me through the streets of Prussia talkingAs he tried to crush a bug that scuried underneath his boot-heelHe said there was a place where we should goSo he lead me through the forest to the edge of a lagoon by whichwe wandered 'til we reached a bubbly springThe knight grew very quiet as we stood thereThen he lifted up his visor and he turned to me and he began to sing:chorus:He said I come from the land of darknessHe said I come from the land of doomHe said I come from the land of GamehendgeThe land of the big baboonAnd I'm never ever going back thereNo I couldn't if I tried'Cause I come from the land of lizardsAnd the lizards they have died (X 4)He told me that the lizards were a race of people practicallyExtinct from doing things smart people don't do.He said that he was once a lizard too.His name was Rutherford the Brave and he was on a quest to saveHis people from the fate that lay before them.Their clumsy end was perilously near...The lizards would be saved, he said, if they could be enlightenedBy the writings of the Helping Friendly Book.In all of Prussia only one existedAnd Wilson had declared that any person who possessed it was acrook.[chorus]The Helping Friendly Book it seemed possessed the ancient secretsOf eternal joy and never-ending splendorThe trick was to surrender to the flowWe walked along beneath the moonHe lead us through the bush 'til soonWe saw before our eyes a raging riverHe said that we could swim it if we triedAnd saying this the knight dove in forgetting that his suit of armsWould surely weigh him down and so he sunkAnd as his body disappeared before meI bowed my head in silence and remembered thoughts that he hadthunk.[chorus]====================But Rutherford and Forbin weren't alone. Suddenly an unexpectedmovement caught his eye on the far side of the river he saw a shabbycreature standing in the weeds who stared across at Forbin with anunrelenting gaze. A gigantic mass of muscles and claws, the hideousbeast reared back and hurled himself in the water and swam toward theregion where Rutherford lay. In a flash, the beast was gone underneaththe surface to the frosty depths below while Forbin, bewildered, waitedalone. The seconds dragged by in what seemed like hours and finally theColonel felt it all had been dreamed. Defeated, he bowed his head thenturned to go. Suddenly with a roar, the creature emerged before him andheld the brave knight's body to the sky. Then the creature laid theknight upon the shore and the Colonel fell beside his friend in prayerthat he'd survive and Rutherford, brave Rutherford was alive.Forbin and the unit monster were crouched over the soggy knightcarefully removing his bulky helmet when the Colonel heard a soundbehind him. He turned around and came face to face with an enormousshaggy horse-like creature covered from head to tail with alternatingblotches of brown and white. It was a two-toned multi-beast and atopthe multi-beast sat the most beautiful woman the Colonel had ever seen.After fifty-two years of undaunted bachelorhood, the Colonel felt afeeling rush over him as he had never felt before.====================TelaThe sky is burning in this lonely manand I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind-The wind from beyond the mountainThe wind from beyond the mountainAnd she comes to me in this lonely landAnd looks down from the multi-beast on which she ridesLike the wind-The wind from beyond the mountainThe wind from beyond the mountain.Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hutIn the shadow of Wilson's castleVenomous scorn from a life of bitter toilIn the shadow of Wilson's castleGlory esteem fueled by her hatred it grewSwelling to the point where it wouldBurst at the seems there was nothing she could do"Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domainTela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain"A lullaby the breezes whisperAnd I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thawAnd burns 'til layer after layer melts away into a poolA sky blue mirror of her eyesAnd my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dustAnd drift away on the windThe wind from beyond the mountainThe wind from beyond the mountainTela grew strong from her struggle to endureIn the shadow of Wilson's castleTime touched her wounds and shelter proved the cureIn the shadow of Wilson's castleEach passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked insideAnd liberate the spirit she'd concealed for so longThere was no place left to hideTela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domainTela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domainA lullaby the breezes whisper====================As they rode, Tela explained to him about Wilson and the HelpingFriendly Book. She told the Colonel that she was part of a revolutionto overthrow the evil king. The leader of the revolution was a Lizardnamed Aaron Wolfe who was out to avenge the death of his son Roger.Roger, she said, had been executed by Wilson at the age of fourteen onsuspicion of treason. He had been abducted from his home and hung inthe public square.The two rode on in silence, deeper and deeper into the heart of theforest until they came to the outskirts of a small community. Telaexplained to Forbin that they had reached the base of therevolutionaries. The Colonel looked up and there in the center of theclearing stood Aaron Wolfe. He was a small man but his presence wasoverpowering. He seemed to emit a kind of violent energy that sentchills down the Colonel's spine. And as the multi-beast moved towardhim, he raised his fist, turned in anger, and his voice filled theforest.====================WilsonOh out near Stonehenge, I lived aloneOh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a boneWilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you.Wilson, Duke of LizardsI beg it all trune for you.Talk my duke a mountain, the Helping Friendly BookIn as far as Fifedom, 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 my son Roger, Rutherford the same(or..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 . . .====================Meanwhile, in the main square in Prussia, the state of the revolutionwas taking another turn for the worst. A crowd of townspeople hadgathered to witness the hanging of Wilson's accountant, Mr. Palmer. Itseemed that Palmer had been a revolutionary himself and had beenextorting Wilson's money to fund the revolution. Palmer stood on thescaffold with Wilson and the AC/DC Bag, an electrified robot-hangmanwith a black bag over his head. Wilson seemed pleased as he began tospeak:====================AC/DC BagMr. Palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar questionJust like Roger he's a crazy little kid.I've got the time if you've got the inclinationSo cheer up Palmer, you'll soon be dead.The noose is hanging, at least he won't die wonderingSit up and take notice; Tell it like it is.If I were near you I wouldn't be far from you.I've got a feeling you know what you did.chorus:AC/DC BagAC/DC BagAC/DC BagDC Bag(2x)Time to put your money where your mouth isPut 'em in a field and let 'em fight it outI'm running so fast my feet don't touch the groundI'm a stranger here I'm going downLet's get down to the nitty grittyLet's get this show on the roadI'll show you mine if you show me yoursI'm breathing hard - open the door[chorus]Brain dead and made of moneyNo future at allPull down the blinds and run for coverNo future at allWho would've thought it, that's where I amNo future at allDon't sweat it, that's where I amWhoa, carry me down====================By that night, news of Palmer's death had travelled back to the camp.Spirits were low and Col. Forbin felt devastated. Even though he hadonly been in Gamehendge for one day, he had already developed a deephatred for Wilson. He wanted desperately to help the revolutionariesbut without Palmer, it seemed hopeless.He wandered slowly through the camp and passed Aaron Wolfe sitting bythe fire with Rutherford who had returned that afternoon. He walked onand soon found himself outside of Tela's hut. Forbin knocked and walkedin. Tela sat behind a makeshift desk in the center of a room that waslittered with small cages containing spotted stripers, a tinythree-legged breed of animal. The unit monster sat in the corner. TheColonel took a step toward Tela and spoke. "I needed to come heretonight" he said, "to tell you that I've fallen in love with you." Helooked to her eyes for approval but her face remained frozen in anexpressionless stare. An awkward blanket of silence fell over the roomand hung for a long moment before being shattered by the sound of thedoor swinging violently open. It was Rutherford the Brave. The ironcladknight rushed across the floor and gripped the throats of Tela and theunit monster in each of his mighty hands. They struggled to break freebut the even the unit monster was no match for Rutherford's power andsoon it was over. The bodies fell to the floor in a lifeless heap.Colonel Forbin stepped forward from where he stood in the corner,unable to contain his confusion and rage and screamed, "WHY?" Hisquestion was answered by Aaron Wolfe who had quietly slipped throughthe door during the confusion. "She was a spy," he said, and explainedto Forbin that she had been sending information to Wilson using thespotted stripers as carriers. Roger's death had aroused a suspicion,and Palmer's death had confirmed it. The Colonel stood in silence in aworld that had turned up-side-down so many times that he no longer knewwhich way was up.It had all seemed so simple when he first arrived: good versus evil,and of course he had sided with good as he had done all his life. Andnow, he stood and stared into the eyes of Aaron Wolfe and he saw evil.The entire picture began to seem like an enormous puzzle with one piecemissing and the Colonel knew what that piece was."Within twenty-four hours," he said to Aaron Wolfe, "You will have theHelping Friendly Book." And even as the words were leaving his lips, hefound himself running out the door and into the forest not towardsPrussia, but toward the great mountain looming in the distance.====================Colonel Forbin's AscentColonel Forbin stared up at the mountainAnd wiped away the beads of sweatThat glistened on his brow.His tired feet were buried in the quagmire.And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between himAnd fulfillment of his vow.And he felt his fingers wrap around a knotted rootAnd pulled his body upwardsTo a sea green mossy boulderAnd he dragged his weary carcass (shit ass) up the mountain.And he climbed so slowly,He climbed so slowlyAhead...Ahead...Suddenly he heard the crack of thunderAnd the rocks began to cruble ahead.And tumble down the mountain to theDismal swamp that lay beneath the jagged cliffsthrough which his path had led.And the earth began to quake beneath his feet,And the mighty mountain changed before his eyes.And he stood amidst a sea of dust and rocks and stones,Cascading down the mountain,And a thousand birds were headed for the sky.The sacred creed will be yours.And if you wait until tomorrowThe sacred creed will be yoursTo devour,YoursTo seize,And to obey.Obey.When the dust had cleared, the colonel lifted up his headAnd was driven to his knees by a blazing beam of lightAnd he saw the sillhouette that stood before him.And he bowed in reverence, trembling in the shadow of the mightylegend's form.Icculus the prophet stood before his eyes,Looking down on Colonel ForbinWhere he shuddered in the puddles and the muck,And he quietly addressed him.And he spoke so slowly,He spoke so slowlyAhead...He said...:Colonel Forbin I know why you've come here.And I'll help you with your quest to gain the knowledge that you lack.I call upon my faithful friend the mockingbirdTo fly and seize the helping book and bring it to your shack.And a tree of knowledge in your soul will growAnd the Helping Friendly Book will plant the seed.But I warn you that all knowledge seeming innocent and pureBecomes a deadly weapon in the hands of avariceAnd greed.The sacred greed will be yours.And if you wait until tomorrowThe sacred creed will be yoursTo devour.YoursTo seizeAnd to obey.And to obey.======================Famous MockingbirdThe famous mockingbird swooped down out of the skyAnd landed on Icculus's shoulderAnd Icculus whispered into the bird's earAnd it flew off towards Wilson's castle in the valley below.Fly famous mockingbirdFly...Fly famous mockingbirdFly...Fly famous mockingbirdFly...Fly famous mockingbirdFly...Fly...Fly famous mockingbirdFly...====================The next morning at the camp Aaron Wolfe and Rutherford stood frozen inawe as the famous mockingbird flew out of the sky And laid the HelpingFriendly Book at their feet. The quest for the book had dragged on forso many years that it's sudden appearance left the men staring indisbelief, unsure of what their next move should be.The shock wore off quickly though, and Aaron Wolfe shot into highgear. He snatched up the book with one hand and the famous mockingbirdwith the other and began to inform Rutherford of his plan. He wouldfirst kill Wilson and then put the Helping Friendly Book to work forhim.With Rutherford's aid he fastened the famous mockingbird to a poleWith glueAnd rubberbandsTo insure the secrecy of his mission,And then set out to find the only man in Gamehendge who could handlethe job of eliminating a King.====================SlothThey call me the sloth.Way down in the ghettoItalian SpaghettiSinging falsetto.Sleeping all dayRip Van Winklin'Spend my nights in barsGlasses tinklin'.I'm so badHe's so nastyAin't got no friendsReal outcastyStay out of my wayOr you'll end up a cripple.I'll take this piece of paperAnd slice your nipple.They call me the sloth.Way down in the ghettoItalian SpaghettiSinging falsetto.Sleeping all dayRip Van Winklin'Spend my nights in barsGlasses tinklin'.====================Colonel stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the cell.He ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought againabout the door. He had travelled through the door out of necessity.Once he knew it existed, he simply couldn't leave it alone.Just like WilsonJust like TelaJust like Aaron Wolfe.And he sat in the dungeon,And he realized that he was back againThrough the door.And through the tiny window in the corner of his cell,he heard the distant strainsAaron...Aaron...Aaron...Aaron...And from the top of the mountainIcculus looked down on all that went on below him.And he smiled.====================PossumI come from atop the mountain babyWhere the people come to prayI come from atop the mountain babyWhere the people come to prayAin't no truth in actionLest you believe any wayI was riding down the road one daySomeone hit a possumI was riding down the road one daySomeone hit a possumThe road was his endHis end was the roadSo they saychorus:Whoa possum... possumWhoa possum... possumWhoa possumYour end is the roadI was riding down the road one daySomeone hit a possumI was riding down the road one daySomeone hit a possumThe road was his endHis end was the roadSo they saychorus:Whoa possum (hold) possumWhoa possum (hold) possumWhoa possum your end is the roadWhoa possum your end is the roadEND(Ed. Note:The song McGrupp and the Watchful Hosemasters is alsoa part of the Gamhendge mythos. Llama is a song set in Gamhendgebut does not act as part of the story. Text for these songsis elsewhere in this database.)-----------------------------------------------------------------Lawn Boy. Lyrics from the liner notes. Note that Oh Kee Pahand Run Like an Antelope don't have any published lyrics)The Squirming Coil:The Squirming Coil of sunsetI keep within my reachTried yesterday to get awayand hitchhiked to the beachI saw Satan on the beachtrying to catch a rayHe wasn't quite the speed of lightand the squirming coilit got away....The muscles flex the mother's ringShe fastens children to her kingand sends him down the crooked streetWhen he returns, the birth's completeJimmy holds the Tannis rootThe forest's tasty nectar shootThe sun tips off the monarch's suitfrom sequined sash to shiny boot"I'd like to lick the coil some dayLike Iccarus, who had to paywith melting wax and feathers brownHe 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------------Reba:Reba sinka boulder in the waterReba tiea cable to a treeReba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaperReba pressa razor to a slide cross a needle with a pruneKnee deep in the motel tubReba dangle ladle form her lipdipsipReba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfumemutter to a farmer in a truckTake a peek at the cheetah, Rebacheetah on the prowl in a cagesinka boulder in the watertiea cable to a treeMutter "nature" to the nagwith the lipstick perfumeReba flush a fleshfarm leftoverthunder in a circledown the pipesBag itTag itSell it to the butcher in the storeReba put a stopper in the bottom of the tubpicked up a jar unscrewed the topand watched it drop into the waterA little scoop of plaster mixsome coffee gound and mudand then she stirred it with the ladlethat her Grandmother had bought herthrew in apot of melted waxa forefoot and a hoofapple core, worms galoreand a can of some corrosivecoconuts and chloroformsome wicker and some corkToxic waste, some purple pasteshe hoped was not explosiveReba dip a ladle for a taste of her creationand she knew that what she makewould be the finest in the nation-----------My Sweet One:My sweet one, I'll call you my sweet oneYou're my only true sweet oneWith my all, I'll call you my sweet oneFrom far away, I'll say your nameOh with you, I'd travel thickAnd with you, I'd also travel thinAnd all the spaces in betweenI'd travel with youYou're my sweet oneBut for now I must sit here and ponder the yonderHerbivores ate well cause their food didn't never runOh, if You're ever unsatisfied with the way life's treating YouYou know You can count on me to take good care of YouI love you honey oh yes I do You know that's true of courseand if your dog or cat ever dies, I'll buy You a Ewe-------------Split Open and Melt:In the morning I pack up my gearand toss it in my carryallRun the wide load to the lipand watch the big core crack and glowIn the evening I undo my beltSplit open and meltI wake up on my stomachwith my face between my handsand crawl along the floor toward the doorwayJumping to my feetI try to put myself togetherbut I feel it in my kneesand the room begins to spinand I slip and bump my head and raise a weltSplit open and meltWe breathe deepin a steam dreamand plunge below the water linedown, down, downbetween beamsto the gloom roomamoung the seaweed and the slimedown, down, downMelt---------------------Bathtub GinBrett is in the bathtubmaking soup for the ambassadorsand I am in the hallwaysinging to the troubadorsThe kings are all lined upoutside the gateand the autumn bells are ringingbut they'll just have to waitWhere is the joker?Have you seen him aroundwith his three coned capthat he wears like a clown?Have you seen his stripped stockingsand heard his sad taleabout the kids under the carpetand the puple humpbacked whalesHere come the ambassadorsthey show up one by oneBrett is tasting all the soupto see if it is doneWendy's on the windowsillwaiting to be let inand we're all in the bathtub nowmaking bathtub ginThe kings storm the hallwaythey've climbed up through the gatethey didn't mean to be impolitebut they just couldn't waitHere comes the jokerwith his silly grinhe carries a martinimade of bathtub ginHere comes the jokerwe all must laughcause we're all in this togetherand we love to take a bath.----------Lawn BoyThroughout the nightwhen there's no direct lightand a thin veil of cloudskeeps the stars out of sightI can smell the colorsoutside on my lawnthe moist green organicthat my feet tread uponand the black oleandersurrounded by bluesI'm soon overwhelmedby olfactory hues-------------Bouncing Around The RoomThe woman was a dream I hadThough rather hard to keepfor when my eyes were watching hersThey closed,And I was still asleep.For when my hand was holding hersShe whispered words and I awokeAnd faintly bouncing around the roomThe echo of whomever spokeI awoke and faintly bouncing round the roomthe echo of whomever spoke.The place I saw was far beneathThe surface of the seaMy sight was poorBut I was sureThe sirens sang their songs for meThey dance above me as I sinkI see them through a crystal hazeAnd hear them bouncing round the roomthe never ending coral mazeThat time and once again I'm bouncing around the room.------------Fee:(Fee appears on both Junta and Lawn boy. The lyrics are below)-----------------------------------------------------------------From: sbh%db1@ncube.com (Shawn Honess)Subject: Lyrics from Junta for the lyrics file.PHISH - JUNTA (1988)SIDE A----------Fee(Music and Lyrics - Trey Anastasio)In the cool shade of the banana treeOn the rugged trail toward the balconyA child of the twentieth centuryA dried up Goliath and a weasel named FeeFar away in another placeA fading beauty named Milly GraceA gospel singer with pocks on her faceAnd a bamboo cane to help her keep the paceFee was a Buddhist prodigyLong past the age of maturitySomeday he knew it would set him freeLike it did for Floyd the chimpanzeeOh, Fee, you're trying to live a lifeThat's completely free.You're racing with the windYou're flirting with deathSo have a cup of coffeeAnd catch your breathFee first met Milly in a bar in PeruHis heart was jumping like a kangarooLike a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zooIt was hopping and thumping in wooden shoesBut Floyd was jealous and aloneHe wanted Milly for his ownA desperate craving in his bones"Their love", he said, "I will not condone."Then one day on a ship to QuebecFloyd found Milly on a lover's trekHe picked up a bottle and broke off the neckIt sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deckOh, Fee, you're trying to live a lifeThat's completely freeYou want to stay with MillyUntil you're deadBut you just got a bottleUpside your headMilly turned and began to scream at FloydShe said "You think you're pretty mean"And though she was as thin as a small string beanShe slammed him in the face with a nectarineFloyd fell back over the edge of the shipTill he hung from the rail by his fingertipMilly said, "Floyd I'll make you lose your gripWith this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip"So Milly took that paper and did the deedFloyd hit the water with astonishing speedAnd as the sharks circled and began to feedMilly knew her weasel was finally freeOh, Fee, you're trying to live a lifeThat's completely freeFloyd is dead; he's nothing but a rippleCause Milly took that paperAnd sliced him on the nipple----------You Enjoy Myself(Music and Lyrics - Trey Anastasio)BoyManGodShitBoy manBoy man{best guess - lyrics not shown}----------Esther(Music and Lyrics - Trey Anastasio)It was late one fall night at a fairground near townWhen Esther first saw the Armenian manWho grovelled toward her and stood by her sideWith a bucket that swung in his handHis grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeksAnd his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curbAnd the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkleThat flashed in his hollow eyed stareHe said "Little girl, you can chop off my legsAnd then peel off my socks if you want to.But I'd rather you took this old puppet from meThat I hold in my pail as we speak."And he stood looking down at the innocent girlAnd she stared at the bucket bewilderedTil he lifted the doll for the young girl to seeAnd a giant smile grew on his faceShe saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resistAnd she thanked the man quickly and ran to the churchAnd she burst through the door with puppet held highAnd a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked meanEsther tried in vain to pacify the mobQuibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawlThe frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetchThe pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sackThrough the window of the church a storm began to rageAnd Esther knew the time had come to fleeShe scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distanceAnd out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be freeBut the wind was blowing harderAnd her skirt began to billowUntil finally her feet began to liftAnd she rose above the people and the housesand the chimneysAnd Esther and the doll were set adriftFloating higher over the hills, and the valleys and treetopsthey'd flutter and glideSoaring and turning suspended on airWith the earth far below them they'd tumbleAnd dive through the cloudsAnd she began to plummet earthward till sheLanded in the nasty part of townShe glanced about the village sure to find the evil menWho rob and pillage in the darkest hour of nightNervously she fumbled for the pouch that held thePuppet on her rump.Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behindA nearby pile of lumber, where she waitedTill the dawnCause it would have been a blunder toSuccumb to a hoodlum on the prowlWhen the morning came, she wandered through the streetsAlong the chilly lake that lay beside the townAt last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a soundIt was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her downAs Esther stood and shook her headThe joggers were approachingAnd she knew she had no choice left but to swimAs the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hideShe tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skinNaked now she made her way toward the shoreWhen suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.And the puppet she'd fogotten wrapped its tinyLittle arms around her ankle and wouldn't let her go.The waves seemed to open and swallow her wholeAs the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deepAnd the sound of the laughing old man filled her earsAs she drifted away to a tranquilAnd motionless sleep.----------Golgi Apparatus(Music - Trey Anastasio)(Lyrics - 8th grade team of Szuter, Woolfe, Marshal, and Anastasio)I look into the finance boxJust to check my statusI look into the microscopeSee Golgi ApparatusGolgi, oh, woe is meYou can't even see the seaGolgi, olgi, oh ooo olgiGolgiGolgiThey call him LysasomeCause he runs so fastRuns like a junkyard dogWith a brain of brassI saw youWith a ticket stub in your handUnder the lightMiddle of the nightCouldn't get it wrongSo I had to----------Foam(Music and Lyrics - Trey Anastasio)I'm looking throughAnd it all would beSo crystal clearIf it wasn't for the foamBut the foam keeps getting thickerAnd it just keeps getting harderAnd I'm fallingInto a deepWell----------Dinner and a Movie(Music - Trey Anastasio; Lyrics - Dude of Life)Let's go out to dinner and see a movieLet's go out to dinner and see a movieLet's go out to dinnerAnd see a movieLet's go out to dinner and see a movie----------SIDE B----------The Divided Sky(Music and Lyrics - Trey Anastasio)Ahhh!Divided sky, the wind blows high[The divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back tothe pre-Wilson years of purity in Gamehendge. After listening tothe sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat aspecial root collected at the base of the enormous mountain thatrises in the center of the forest. The root is believed to containthe spirit of Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. Aftereating the root, they venture into a vast field at sundown. Thefield is deep green, and stretches as far as the eye can see in alldirections. In the center of the field stands an enormous blackrhombus. They climb the rhombus and begin to sing, payinghomage to the gods of the night sky.]----------David Bowie(Music and Lyrics - Trey Anastasio)David BowieUB 40----------Fluffhead(Music - Trey Anastasio; Lyrics - Dude of Life)Fluffhead was a manWith a horrible diseaseCould not find no cureWon't you help him if you please?Fluff came to my door / Fluff came to New York (two parts)Askin' me for changeHis eyes were clear and pureBut his mind was so derangedFluff went to a bankerAskin' for some billsThe banker said, "I ain't got thatBut I sure got some powerful pills."----------Fluff's Travels(Music and Lyrics - Trey Anastasio)[Part 1 - Fluff's Travels][Part 2 - The Chase][Part 3 - Who do? We do!][Part 4 - Clod]Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevatedPrime did edit herHellborn elfchild roadhog mountain fortune hunterMan beheaded herFat bulk expanse mass lump block clodTipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevatedPrime did edit herRabid victim martyr strandedLevel headed boy, ya better bendSoon your luscious honey sugarMellifluous life is gonna endFat bulk expanse mass lump block clodrabid victim martyr strandedlevel headed boy, ya better bend[Part 5 - Bundle of Joy][Part 6 - Arrival]----------Contact(Music and Lyrics - Mike Gordon)The tires are the things on your carThat make contact with the roadThe car is the thing on the roadThat takes you back to your abodeThe tires are the things on your carThat make contact with the roadBummed is what you areWhen you go out to your car and it's been towedI woke up one morning in NovemberAnd I realized I love youIt's not your headlights in frontYour tailpipe, or the skylight above youIt's the way you cling to the roadWhen the wind tries to shove youI'd never go riding awayAnd come back home without you------------------------------------------------------------Picture of Nectar Lyrics, transcribed from the liner notesand then some...------LLAMAwords/music: Anastasio Many years after the overthrow of Wilson, a rebel soldier crouching high on a hilltop above the war torn forests of Gamehendge spots a group of loyalists approaching from their lakeside encampment below. His trusty llama stands beside him, loaded down with a canvas pack that holds two large bazooka type guns to the animal's sides. Near the man sits a cache of blastoplast, each capable of destroying the entire hillside in an instant...Sunrise over the turquoise mountainsMessenger birds in sightThey came up through the valleyBoth sides at a timeThrough the cold steady rainRaid!I bend downPoke a double decker on a llamaTabootLlama, Taboot TabootTrigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedesI start to runIt was the loudest thing I'd ever heardAnd I knew my time had comeTo enter the deltaC Leave it on press [2x]H Depress, DepressO Llama, Taboot TabootR Leave it on pressU Depress, DepressS Llama, Taboot Taboot[Keys solo][Guitar solo][Chorus - 3x]Llama, Taboot TabootLlama, Taboot TabootTaboot TabootTaboot TabootTaboot----------CAVERNwords: Tom Marshall, music: Anastasio, additional words: Scott HermanYour time is near, the mission's clearIt's later than we thinkBefore you slip into the nightYou'll want something to drinkSteal away before the dawn, andBring us back good newsBut if you've tread in primal soupPlease wipe it from your shoesJust then a porthole pirateScourged the evening with his cryAnd sanctuary bugs deprivedThe monkey of its thighA dust arose and clogged my noseBefore I could blink twiceDespite the stuff that bubbled upI gave some last advice:The flesh from Satan's dogsWill make the rudiments of gruelDeduct the carrots from your payYou worthless swampy foolExploding then through fields and fenAnd swimming in the mireThe septic maiden's gargoyle toothDemented me with fireI drifted where the current choseAfloat upon my backAnd if perchance a newt slimed byI'd stuff it in my sackSoon I felt a bubble form,Somewhere below my skinBut with handy spine of hedgehogI removed the force withinSuzie then removed her maskAnd caused a mighty stirThe angry mob respondedTaking turns at grabbing herThe foggy cavern's musty grimeAppeared within my palmI snatched Rick's fork to scrape it offWith deadly icy calm(4.22.90)The brothel wife then grabbed a knifeAnd slashed me on the tongueI turned the blade back on the bitchAnd dropped her in the dungThe crowd meanwhile had taken SueAnd used her like a ragTo mop the slime from where the slugHad slithered with the bagIn summing up, the moral seemsA little bit obscure...Give the director a serpent deflectora mudrat detector, a ribbon reflectora cushion convector, a pitcher of nectar (10.31.90: a penile erector)a virile dissector,a hormone collectorWhatever you do take care of your shoes----------POOR HEARTwords/music: GordonPedal Steel, Banjo: Gordon StoneC You won't steal my poor heart againH You won't steal my poor heart againO You won't steal my tape recorderR I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the penU You won't steal that thing againSI didn't even know your name or what was your gameBut stealin' things has sure brought you to fameI wanna know if you stole mineIt was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blameYour life will never be the same[Chorus][Bass solo => Guitar solo => Piano solo]I can't track you anymoreDetective work has sure become a boreSo tell me what you did with itAnd stop this shit, give up yourselfBefore they come knockin' at your doorYou won't steal my poor heart againYou won't steal my poor heart againWhen I feel the blade of that Cupid swordI'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the penYou won't steal that thing againYou won't steal my poor heart again----------STASHwords: Tom Marshall, music: AnastasioI'm pulling the pavement from under my nailsI brush past a garden, dependent on whalesThe sloping companion I cast down the ashYanked on my tunic and dangled my stashZipping through the forest with the curdling fleasTo grow with them spindles, the mutant I seizeI capture the dread beast who falls to his kneesAnd cries to his cohorts, asleep in the treesSmegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stewPolice in a corner, gunnin' for youLaugh when they shoot you, say"Please don't do that"Control for smilers can't be boughtThe solar garlic starts to rotWas it for this my life I sought?Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) [4x]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) [4x][Guitar solo] (Maybe so and maybe not)---------MANTECAwritten by Dizzy Gillespie and Gil FullerCrab in my shoemouthCrab in my shoemouthCrab in my shoemouthCrab in my, Crab in my, Crab in my shoemouthCrab in my shoemouthCrab in my shoemouthCrab in my shoemouthCrab in my, Crab in my, Crab in my shoemouth----------GUELAH PAPYRUSwords: Tom Marshall, music: AnastasioAboard a craft bereft of oarI rowed upstream to find LenoreAbducted by a bandit orA king from some forgotten warAnd mindful of his larval crazeThe rhinotropic micro-gazeIgnored it and to my amazementRode to Paris in twelve daysCH This is the work of the guelah papyrusO Stranded for a moment on the ocean of OsyrusR Absorbing all she can for every member of her clanU Expanding exponentially like some recursive virusSShe take me on, I never failTo ride on the redundant rail'Cause when I know she's switched a trackThere's always one to take me backAnd through the bedroom door intrudeA fretful frown and spoil the mood'Cause though I never really stand that tallShe tilt my frame, she watch me fall[Chorus] THE ASSE FESTIVAL Theme and variation composed by Trey in the summer of '90 Dedicated to Ernie Stires GUELAH (THE FLY)So maybe I could be a flyAnd feed arachnid as I dieAnd view the ritual from withinThe silken tunnel that they spinAnd through the bedroom door intrudeA fretful frown and spoil the mood'Cause though I never really stand that tallShe tilt my frame, she watch me fall[Chorus] (3x without last line)----------GLIDEAnother oldie originally written by Trey, Tom and Davearound '81. Taken out, dusted off, and rearranged by Phish.Big Harmonica: McConnellAnd we're glad glad glad that you're aliveAnd we're glad glad glad that you'll arriveAnd we're glad glad glad glad glad glad gladAnd we're glad glad glad that you're a glide[Bass solo][repeat verse][bass solo][repeat verse]---------TWEEZERwords/music: PhishWon't you step into the freezerSeize her with a tweezerWon't you step into the freezerTease her with a tweezerIt's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold (4x)Won't you step into the freezerPlease her with a tweezerWon't you step into the freezerPlease her with a tweezerIt's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold (4x)Look who's in the freezerUncle Ebenezer------------THE MANGO SONGwords/music: Anastasio A day in the life of a waiter/addict with delusions of grandeur.Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, seesSlander on wrap paper tiesLifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyesGrasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, pleaseRamble while slop scraper sighsTossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he diesOperations at the sinkThe dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyesFeels it tilt and start to slideMask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheeseDangle some grape apple piesTranquil and serene until he runs out of suppliesC Your hands and feet are mangosH You're gonna be a genius anywayORU Your hands and feet are mangosS You're gonna be a genius anyway[Piano solo => Guitar solo][Chorus][All three verses superimposed upon one another][Chorus - 2x]----------CHALK DUST TORTUREwords: Tom Marshall, music: AnastasioCome stumble my mirth beaten workerI'm Jezmund the family berzerkerI'm bought for the price of a flagon of riceThe wind buffs the cabinYou speak of your lifeOr more willingly Locust the LurkerConfuse what you can of the endingAnd revise your despise so impending'Cause I soak on the wrathThat you didn't quite maskI'm getting it clearly through alternate pathsOr mixed in with the signal you're sendingC But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learnedH As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burnedO And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongueR Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sunU All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undoneS Can't this wait till I'm old? Can't I live while I'm young? Can't I live while I'm young?But no peace for Jezmund tonightI plug the distress tube up tightAnd watch what I say as it flutters awayAnd all this emotion is kept harmless at bayNot to educate somebody's fright[Chorus][Guitar solo][Chorus - last line 4 times]---------CATAPULTword/music: Gordon(Doctor Davis, telephone please...Doctor Davis, telephone please)I'd catapult downtownTo see the galleriesAnd my favorite fianceIn a lavender gownBut I'm hooked up to a machineIt performs my daily functionsThrough a tube in my wienAnd today that thing malfunctionedLike a forest fireIt burnt a hole in me and I perspiredSo there ain't gonna be a weddingNo love affairNo art to which none compares------------TWEEZER REPRISEwords/music: PhishWon't you step into the freezerWon't you step into the freezerWon't you step into the freezerWon't you step into the freezer***************Eight and a half years ago, we played our first bar gigat Nectar's in Burlington. Nectar Rorris, the proprietor, was happyto give us a gig despite our lack of experience, organization, or a songlist long enough to last two sets. The night went well enough andsoon we were playing a series of monthly three night stands - three setsa night on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Like countless other bands in BurlBurlington's diverse music scene, those nights at Nectar's taught us howto play. We dedicate this album to Nectar Rorris for 16 years ofbringing Burlington live music every night of the week with no cover,and the best fries this side of...France.-------------------------------------------------------------------Other songs that don't appear on any albums, in alphabetical orderAlumni BluesFrom: Jonathan Baumgartner Woke up this morning and I had those Walking Blues (x2)I wasn't walkin' nowhere 'cause I didn't have no floor!Staring over the edge of the bedMy old lady lying next to me, I started to cry (x2)She said "I'm gonna take this diploma,I'm gonna slice you in the eye!"Chorus: Well I'm alright (he's alright) (x9) 'cause I got a degree!Escaping through my windowThere's a policeman on the lawn outside my home (x2)I opened my mouth to screamBut my throat was full of foamSo I'm sittin' in this cellMy fortune dwindled to a thimble full of filth (x2)I may spend the rest of my life in jailBut at least it's got a floor!Chorus---------------------------------------------------------------Avinu MalkenuFrom: ezekial vaughn Chanenu v'anenu Avinu Malkenu Chanenu v'anenu Ki ain banu ma'asim Asseh imanu Tsadaka v'chesed Asseh imanu tsadaka vichesed v'hoshi'ainu Our Father Our King Be gracious unto us And answer us for we are wanting in good deeds Deal with us in charity And save us-------------------------------------------------------Colonel Forbin's Ascent Narrative5-2-92 Chicago IllFrom: sirna@Xenon.Stanford.EDU (Anthony Sirna)Col Forbin's Ascent ->Somewhere, far away from this building far away from all thesepeople far away from this city far away from this whole state,this whole country, and the riots going on and everything. Ifyou'll just imagine yourself lifting off the ground right now withus and the whole building just opening up, up above our heads and allthe people just slowly floating slowly lifting up off the groundup into the air and up into the clouds until you can see the mountainsand the city down below. Going up a little higher and higher andhigher and higher and higher, your getting up higher, just floating,floating up above the earth. Then you start going forward now you're not justgoing up but you're going forward. The clouds are splittingslwoly behind youand you've got grey clouds on either side of you and then they startto split open and now there's nothing but blackness in front of youand stars. And you're floating forward, your moving forward the whole groupof people are moving forward and you're floating through space and throughtime. There moving through time and then you look down below you, you start tosee shapes taKing form below you brown green shapes, and you feelyourself dropping back down and you look below you and you seethis one shape over here is a mountain a huge mountain and as youget closer it starts to look bigger and bigger and over on your left there'sa green patch its a huge forest floating off in the distance and on thethird side there's a green field that goes straight off into thedistance the other way. And you start to come down, and your comin downand you look and you see the mountain and now the mountain is looming beforeyou, a huge mountain bigger than you've ever seen before. And as you look yousee on the side of the mountain youu look closely and you see a tiny speckand you realize this is not just a tiny speck...This tiny speck is this tiny speck is Col. Forbin! Col Forbin isclimbing up the mountain and as we come down, on your left you see arevolutionarys camp. And you start to realize that this is therevolutionary camp. These people are trying to overthrow the evilKing Wilson. This whole area used to be a beautifulbeautiful lushnatural area and the people used to live in peace and harmony withnature but the evil King Wilson came and enslaved the people, hestole their book the Helping Friendly Book and he hid it in thehighest tower of his castle. And right now Colonel Forbin seeingthe failure of the revolution is doing the last thing that he thinks ispossible. He's climbing up this huge mountain, way bigger than K2or everest this is the biggest mountain there's ever been in thehistory of time and the entire universe. He's been climbing fordays weeks jagged cliffs climbing up rocks falling below hes starving hungrybut he needs to get to the top because he wants to find... the Greatand Knowledgeable... the great and knowledgeable one... (Iculus music starts)He needs to find, hew needs to find this great man.He's clibing the mountain to find a great man because thisgreat man changed his life and he changedour life (ooooh oooh ooooh)) and this great man can change yourlife.(oooh ooooh ) Someday I hope that you too will discover thisgreat man, because he wrote a great book (ooooh ooh ) This man wrotethe Helping Friendly Book, and this is the book and this is thebook that contained all the knowledge inherent in the universe. Weread this book, and we learned...the way to a better life. And Ihope, I hope deep down that someday, you all will read this greatbook, and learn the way to a greater life.WE SHOWED THIS BOOK TO OTHER PEOPLE AND THER LIVES HAVE CHANGED FOR THE BETERWE SHOWED THIS BOOK TO COLONEL BRUCE HAMPTON AND THE AQUARIUM RESQUE UNIT.THEY USED TO BE A FEEBLE BLUE GRASS BAND UNTIL THEY READ THIS GREAT BOOK ANDNOW LOOK AT THEM THEY READ THE BOOK AND THAT'S WHY COLONEL FORBIN ISLOOKING FOR THIS GREAT SPIRIT ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN CAUSE HE IS THEGREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE, HE IS THE AUTHOR OF THE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOKYOU GOT TO READ THE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK.YOU GOT TO READ THE BOOKYOUR LIVES WILL CHANGEYOUR LIVES ARE NOTHING BUT A HUDDLE OF NO GOODYOU GOT TO READ THE BOOK!!!!!!!!YOU GOTTA READ THE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK!!!!!!!!!!CAUSE IT'S WRITTEN BY THE GREAT, THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGABLETHE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE AUTHOR OFTHE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOKTHE GREATTHE SPIRITUALTHE INCREDIBLETHE FANTASTICIT'S BY THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLEICULUS!!!!!!!WRITTEN BY THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE ICULUSYEA MY CHILDREN ARE OLD ENOUGH TO READ ICULUScold and lonely nightrunning the pace of her frightLook at her fNace tonightSo Colonel Forbin is climbing up the mountain and he wants to getback the helping Friendly Book and the Helping Friendly book isright now being held by the evil king Wilson. If he can get theHelping Friendly Book back everyone can live in peace and harmonywith nature forever. So Iculus comes out of the mountain andlooks down at the great Colonel Forbin and he says, "ColonelForbin I'm going to help you get the helping Friendly Book. I'mgoing to call on my friend the famous Mockingbird." He's gonnafly down out of the sky circle around and lands on Iculus'sshoulder and Iculus says "Famous Mockingbird, fly to the castle ofthe evil King Wilson, steal the Helping Friendly Book and bring itback to the people of Gamehenge so that they can live in peace andharmony with nature forever." So here he comes now the HelpingFrie...Er.. the Famous Mockingbird.-> Fly Famous Mockingbird-------------------------------------------------------FORBIN RAP 5/17/92 Achillies Ice Rink, Union CollegeTranscribed by David "ZZYZX" SteinbergI look out here in front of all you people, I see that you're allstanding on this rink. And when you walked in here, this rink hadcement underneath the floor, but as we played the first threesongs, unbeknownst to all you standing out there the ice has slowlycrept up, and right now you're standing on a huge sheet of ice.And not only are you standing on this huge sheet of ice, but thewalls on the outside are slowly starting to dissapear, this sheetof ice goes off into infinity in every direction. And up aboveyou, there's nothing but black sky drifting off into space. Anddown below you, through the clear ice, there's nothing but blacksky drifting. And this sheet of ice is just going throughinfinity. And you're all standing on a little clump on the ice asit stretches off as far as the eye can see in every direction.And as we stand here, slowly from the back, the ice starts to liftand tilt.And we feel the ice tilting. And the plane is moving beneath yourfeet. And you see a grid coming across the ice and the wholeplane starts to tilt. And you're trying to hang on but slowlyyour feet start to slip. And the plane is tilting higher andhigher, the angle is getting higher. And you can't hang on, andyou start to slide. And you slide off the edge of the ice. Andyou're going down. And your head's (??? can't understand nextthree words), and all of a sudden, you shoot off the edge into thevoid.And you're just floating through the void now. And you see the icedisapearing off into the distance. And now it's just blackstreching; you're surrendering to the void, Cloyde (?). And youfloat through the, float through the blackness you start to see atiny speck, materializing in the distance. And you realize that thistiny speck, even though it's a tiny little speck, it's still gotsome gravitational pull. And since that's the only thing in spacearound you, you sloooowly start to drift towards it. And as youdrift toward it, it starts to get a little bit bigger. And itturns into what looks like a tiny stone in the distance. And thecloser you get to it, you realize it's got more gravitational pullthan you thought. And you get closer and it starts to grow andyou realize it's actually a planet off in the distance, butthere's nothing around to reference it against so it just lookslike a tiny speck. But by this point you realize you really, it'sstarting to get bigger fast.You're going towards it. You're flying down. Suddenly you'rebreaking into the atmosphere. You're burning through the (?). Youstart to get hotter as the atmosphere is burning your body. You'reblazing down. You're blazing down. And suddenly the chuteopens...And now you're floating down with a parachute. And you're floatingdown, you don't know where you are, but you look down on the groundand you see a huge forest, drifting out into the distance. And yousee a huge green field from the edge of the forest going off intothe other direction. And the center of it all, the hugestmountain you've ever seen in your life. And you realize that...you're... inGAMEHENDGE.And you float down, and slowly the mountain gets bigger and biggeras you get down next to it. You look up at the mountain next toyou. It's a huge mountain and going up into the sky. Bigger thananything you've ever seen before. And on the corner of themountain, you look closely and you see a tiny speck.And the closer you look you realize, that that's no ordinary speck.It's COLONEL FORBINColonel Forbin is climbing up the mountain. No one's ever climbedup the mountain before because it's so high. You need tanks ofoxygen. And Colonel Forbin's arms are grabbing roots, they'regrabbing roots, they're grabbing the ROOT DOC.And they're pulling up, and it's getting higher and higher and youknow in your heart, that Colonel Forbin, the only reason he wouldbraveclimbing the huge mountain would be to find the great and knowlegableICCULUSAnd as he climbs up, you see the mountain start to quake andvibrate, boulders tumbling down around Colonel Forbin's head, buthe knows he's got to make it, so he hangs on to roots, he'shanging on to roots, he's hanging on to the Root Doc. And theRoot Doc pulls him up. And he's stands up on a little ledge. Andslowly, the mountain starts to take the shape of the face of thegreat and knowledgeable Icculus.And Colonel Forbin looks up at Icculus and he says, "Icculus. I'veclimbed the mountain to find you because I need you. I need you tohelp me get the HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK. Because the HelpingFriendly Book will bring peace and harmonyto all the Lizards people of Gamehendge who are now enslaved by theevil KING WILSON who lives in that castle over there. And he'staken the Helping Friendly Book from them and hidden it in hiscastle. So can you please help me?"And Icculus looks down on him and he says, "Colonel Forbin, I canhelp you. I'm going to send for my friend, THE FAMOUSMOCKINGBIRD." And the Famous Mockingbird comes flying out of thesky, and lands on Icculus's shoulder. And Icculus says, "FamousMockingbird. Fly off into the distance to the castle of the evilKing Wilson. Steal the Helping Friendly Book back. Bring it tothe people of Gamehendge so they can live in peace and harmonywith nature." So here he comes now, The Famous Mockingbird...-------------------------------------------------------CRACKLIN' ROSIE by Neil DiamondYea, Cracklin' Rosie, get on board.We're gonna ride 'til there ain't no more to go.Takin' it slow,Lord don't you know,Happily a time when the poor man's let beHitchin' on a twilight train,Ain't nothin' here that I care to take along,Maybe a song,To sing when I watch,Don't mean to say please, said old man, I'm happy too.Chorus:Oh, I love my Rosie child, you got the way to make me happy.You and me, we go in style.Cracklin' Rose, you're a store-bought woman,You make me sing like a guitar hummin.Hang on to me, girl, our song keeps runnin' on.Play it now, Play it now, Play it now my lady!Cracklin Rosie, make me smile.God it'll last for an hour, well that's alright,We got all night,To set the world right.Find us a dream and don't ask no questions Yea!ChorusLast Versein Fish version:Bah, bah bah bah bah.Bah, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bahBah bah bah bahBah, bah bah bah bahBAh, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah BAH-------------------------------------------------------Destiny UnboundMike actually updated this one. It seems both Jill and Bill havetheir place :)Highway Bill's on the rotary stilland he can't even feel the painof a sun dried shoulderand a scar from a boulderthat cut him right across his veinnow he's suckin' cigarand he's shovelin' tarin the crater of a turnpike terrainHe's got only one hope, and he wants to elope,'cuz Highway Jill is driving him insane.We gotta get on the road |Destiny Unbound | x2She's the one for me |we gotta get outta town |Highway Jill was a daffodilwith a cactus sense of prideat the wheel of a tractorshe was quite an impactorwhen the road rocks started to slideShe saw Bill drop his shovel on a pile of gravelas he climbed up out of his ditchShe was wonderstruckwhen he climbed in her truckHe said "I've been havin' this everlasting itchWe gotta get on the road |Destiny Unbound | x2You're the one for me |we gotta get outta town |-jam-At first she was coldshe was ready to scoldthis guy from the pit with a thing in his headbut then she thought twicewhen he melted her icewith his passionate eyesShe was energized!She started the ignitionand without permissionthe two of 'em flew down the dusty roadbut the road wasn't finishedand the pavement diminishedThey soared off the edgeand they plunged in the sludgeShe said:There isn't even any road |Our Destiny was bound | x4We were the ones for us |but now we're in the ground.|--------------------------------------------------------Alternate Esther (9-12-88)On a hot summer night, in a small western town,At a carnival down by the water,A young woman walked through the fairgrounds aloneEsther, the archbishop's daughterShe walked past the carousel down to the lakeWhere she spotted a wrinkled old manWho stood by the side of a broken-down hutWith a bucket held firm in his handThe old man approached her and whispered his plea"Won't you please take this gift that I offer?"A beautiful puppet of violet and gold,Of velvet and satin and laceAnd he looked at the girl with a powerful gazeAnd she stared at the bucket bewilderedTill he lifted the doll for the young girl to seeAnd a giant smile grew on her faceThe doll was as pretty as any she'd seenAnd she thanked the man quickly and ran to the churchAnd she burst through the doorway with puppet held highAnd a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean . . (same lyrics as current ones, until the last three verses:) . .As Esther stood and shook her head the joggers were approachingAnd she knew she had no choice left but to swimAs she dove into the water she saw a flicker in the distanceIt was the place she got the puppet that had made her life so grimWhen she reached the shore she pulled her icy body from the waterSaw the carnival, and then she saw the shackAnd she ran across the fairgrounds to the old man with the bucketAnd she took the puppet out and gave it back!Up from the water came thousands of soulsJoggers and muggers and church-going folkAnd they all ran past Esther towards the old manLike a raging stampede they dissolved in a huge cloud of dust....-------------------------------------------------------------GumboThere's a mouse starin' out of the windowHis car is trapped in the snowHe's planning a family vacationBut he just can't goAround the next corner's a red birdHis feathers are trapped in a slingHe's passed by some gunslinging parrotWho's jealous he ain't got no grin There ain't no time to stash the gumboC Or rattle around in a cageH The sacrificed childs made bubblesO And spittle is everywhere enragedRU Ina hot sand or ina my feetS They're blistered and caked with debris Chez rolez got in a toe port While Angry piddles with gleeThere's a fool writing notes out on sandpaperHe's sending them off to himselfHe gets them a couple days laterWho put them along his top shelfIf you get tired of shavingsAnd carve up a good hunk of woodRemembering to check on the sausageHe's got cooking somewhere look good[CHORUS][SOLO][CHORUS (2X) acapella][GUITAR SOLO]------------------------------------------------------------------Hall and Solace (best interpretation)Hall and Solice bound in jail ALL NIGHT LONG 3xWho shall deliver Poor Me?Hall and Solice prayed in jail ALL NIGHT LONG 3xWho shall deliver Poor Me?Lightning crashed and thunder rolled ALL NIGHT LONG 3xWho shall deliver Poor Me?Jailer cried what must I do ALL NIGHT LONG 3XWho shall deliver Poor Me?Hall and Solice bound in jail ALL NIGHT LONG 3XWho shall deliver Poor Me? 2x-----------------------------------------------------------Harpua, 6/9/90From: David Douglas McCallum The song part of the tune doesn't vary all thatmuch from version to version, but the storycontained within certainly highlights differentaspects in each telling that IUve heard. Thistranscription was based on my favorite rendition,from the Wetlands, NYC 6-9-90. I *LOVE* FishmanUsadditions to the narration (seeing them in printdoesnUt do them full justice) and things get trulychaotic as Jimmy tells why he named his cat...whyhe called it...WHY IT HAS THE MONIKER OF...Well, you know...or if you don't, then read on andpick up a version of this song (I obviouslyrecommend THIS version). I hope you enjoy!---HARPUA"This next song is a story...and as with allgood stories, this story begins with an uhm-pa-pa"- Trey, Molly's, Boston, 11-3-88Uhm-pa-pa uhm-pa-pa uhm-pa-pa uhm-pa-paaaaaFat sweaty bulldogStood in the sunStone village swamp manSlow motion runTender poke police walkerPrecious birthday fudgeSwamp night bull nailWalker done done-------The following is an explanation of the above verse------------------Provided by Shelly after talking to Trey-----------This much is pretty clear -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----------------------end of explanation------------------Me and HarpuaWe couldn't care few-aIt happens all the timeWe beat Okimo[Repeat Chorus]Hot liquor stone jackBitter toothless fleshShabby pimple chin-slimeEvil milky rashMe and HarpuaSpastic dead-eyed houndOozing dreadlock skullcapWe're coming to your townWe'll help you party down[Chorus - 2x]Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]:Once upon a timeFar far away from hereThere, in a small town...a small town...small town...small...And on the outskirts of this town there lived amean, nasty, furry, ugly hound named Harpua.Harpua roamed the outskirts of the town everyday and he'd walk around looking for a little action.So of course this day was no different from anyother day and here we start the story and we seeHarpua walking around on the outskirts of townnear the forest kind of at the edge of the forestand he's walking in toward town...Harpua walkedtoward the town...innocently...And meanwhile in the town...in a whole different partof the town there lived a young boy all alonein asuburban neighborhood and every day he'd sit in hisroom and sit on his little couch [AND SMOKE POT!]...he'd sit on his little couch and he'd listen to hisstereo...and he'd lay back and he'd look down nextto him and he'd pet his favorite little [DOG!] furrylittle...oh, he loved his little...furry...thing thathe 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 thatI decided to name you this name that I love and soI named you...I love you so... that's why...that's whyI pet you every day...that's why I named you...that'swhy when I first got you and I knew how much Iloved 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 petsat next to Jimmy and he looked up at Jimmy...andon this particular day Poster Nutbag decided to gofor a little walk so Poster Nutbag got up and walkedtoward the door and Jimmyy went to the door and heopened up the door and Poster Nutbag went outsideand he started walking across the yard..and he walkonto the sidewalk and he started walking innocentlydown the street and he walked down the street andsuddenly he found himself wandering...into a new part of town that he'd never been to...Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNAnd when he got there he was walking alongand suddenly he rounded a corner and in frontof him he saw...he saw Harpua...Harpua, theugly dog from the beginning of the story...andthey looked at each other...tension filled the air...there was going to be a nasty fight...Harpua sawPoster Nutbag and began to growl and let ahungry 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 [Page? Mike?]: Jimmy...Jimmy [Fish]: Yes, DadD: 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 deadHow about a goldfish? I don't want a goldfishHow about a goldFISH? I don't...want a goldfishHow about A goldfish? I don't want...a goldfishWhat do you...what do you...what do you... I want...What do you... A dog A dogThere's a dog in the stationWith an ugly mutationAnd it needs lubrication each dayThere's a dog in the stationContemplating rotationAs a form of recreation and playA dogThere's a dog in the stationWith a bad reputationIt's a sign of the nation's decayBut the dog in the stationDoesn't need a vacationAs the people rush by dressed in grayA DOGA DOGA DOG!!-----------------------------------------------------------HornFrom: "John F. Whitehead" I'm not sure what the group sings at the very beginning and end (theysing about four words, holding the notes and overlapping them -- mybest guess is that it sounds sort of like "rhine - wine - car - horn":-) but who knows?). In any case, the part that Trey sings goes likethis: Now that you've deceived me, and played my name around And hung those nasty flyers on all the buildings of the town Dribbled my possessions in a ring around the earth And bought and sold my self-control for less than it was worth Now I know the reason that I'm feeling so forlorn I'll pick you up at eight as usual -- listen for my horn---------------------------------------------------From: gcondon@zia.AOC.NRAO.EDU (Gary Condon)Subject: 'I Didn't Know' LyricsI Didn't Know-------------I didn't know (2x, sounds like warming up)Well I didn't like cheeseburger alleycats near meA petrified Phish disease, I wish somebody'd hear meI didn't like maple dew, honey melon watercressI didn't like Phish shoes down by muddy watermelonI didn't seem to miss you when you kiss'd my honey waterAnd even showed a picture, showed her down by honey's borderBut who laid silver tooth and broke my sunny shoe shineAnd all my plastic melodreams are waiting for their new shinePardon me, Doug (pardon me, Doug)Is this a picture of Otis Redding?Yes! Yes! Taken right before he diedWell you can give me his hide (well you can give me his hide)(I didn't know) I didn't know that I was that far gone <8X>Well I woulda' liked to seen Bess Truman come see meand hear all the revolutionaries come free me'cause if it all ends up running to sneeze meI'll make it all here, black corners come seize meand if you *boom,back* got troubles in your earand you can't seem to come back and make it all clearwhen eye tails and toe nails and liquid all meet mewhen mustard pies and carrot eyes and flounders come greet me(I didn't know) I didn't know that I was that far gone <8X>Pardon me, Doug....-------------------------------------------------------------If I Only Had a BrainI could while away the hours,Conversin' with the flowers,Consultin' with the rain.My head I'd be scratchin,While my thoughts were busy hatchin'If I only had a brain.I could solve any riddle,For any individ'al,In trouble, or in pain.With the thoughts I'd be thinkin'I would be another Lincoln,If I only had a brain.Oh, I, could tell you why, the ocean's near the shore.I could think of things I'd never thought before.And then I'd sit, and think some more.I would not be just a nothin',My head all full of stuffin,My heart all full of pain.I would dance and be merry,Life would be a ding-a-derry,If I only had a brain.vacuum jam, last two verses then:(all): "A heart ?????????" does anyone know?-------------------------------------------------------------It's Ice (from audience tape of Ithaca 9/26/91 with help from Shelly'sinterview with Trey)I press on the elastic sheet, I'm breathing through a slice'Are they worms or are the serpents?' bubbled through the iceThe source was quite invisible, the ever-present voiceWhile skating, both legs tracing different shapes, I made my choiceMimicking the image in whose radiance I baskI'm tied to him or him to me, depending who you askNone the less reluctantly reflections tumble inI slide with all the others on the wrong side of the skinHe's fallen on the ice, it cracksWill he plunge in and join me here?He meets my eyes, to my surpriseHe laughs in full light of my frownMy double wants to pull me downSlipping on the friction slide my skin peels to the boneThe flesh I leave behind is something that is not my ownI beg my mirror image for a moment with my soulHe's (leaning) back, time to attack, to see who's in controlAnd every move I make he's got a hand up just in timeHe's throwing several punches and he's blocking most of mine.Defeated now I sulk and squirm above the frozen heightsWaiting, calculating till he ventures onto the ice.Chorus1st verseChorus------------------------------------------------------------Language InstructionsFrom: 92mdb@vax.cc.williams.edu (Hayduke lives!)There are always two signals in any given "sign." The first says,"listen up! I'm gonna say something!!" The second tells what todo. The first is always the same. The second is the variable.In some cases (asshole in the front row) the second actually leadsto a third, but this is usually not the case.The first signal is a high pitched trill, usually carried for twomeasures. Anyone--Trey, Mike or Page may do it (But not Fish:"Fish talks so much in real life that we don't let him talk here!"--Trey). If the jam is really hectic, the signal is different.It is a one measure figure which sounds like CCCC/Bb Bb/G G/Bb(slash = beat division), although it changes with different keys.This used to be the signal (listen to old bootlegs), but is usedonly rarely now.The second signal: here is a catalogue of signals based on Trey'sintro, and on my own observations:1) Simpsons theme song (you know!): Everyone goes "D'OH!!"2) Music to "To everything, turn, turn, turn": Everyone turns around and screams.3) Four falling notes: a one measure figure, each note is bent down to the next (on the guitar, anyway): everyone falls down.4) Triplets of a strange sounding altered chord on beats 1,3,1,3 (two measures): point to asshole in the front row. (What do they do after this? Anyone at Portsmouth that can explain the cheering?)5) One measure figure that sounds like zip zip zip zip! (i.e. hand slides up the fretboard very quickly 4x): Band immediatly plays a four bar waltz stomp.6) music to "it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing): band cuts immediatly to swing beat.7) scraping sound on the guitar (similar to #5, except that scrapes are lower pitched, and go both down and up the fretboard): everyone shouts, "AWWW FUCK!"8) Circus theme (listen to the intro to esther--but note! This is not a signal! It lacks the first part--the attention getter.): everyone sings a random note.That's all I have been able to decipher up to this point, althoughI suspect the presence of at least two more: One that just says,stop and freeze! One that says, stop and wave your hands up anddown wildly (the strobes come on for this one).------------------------------------------------------------Maze:The overhead view is of me in a maze.* And you see what I'm hunting a few steps away.But I take a wrong turn, and I'm on the wrong path.* And the people are watching. Enjoying they laugh.Embarassed with failure. I try to reverse.The course that my tread had already traversed.So doing the trauma engulfing my dreams.* And dare to do what was an unguarded scene.A torrent of helplessness swept me away.* To the cavernous shade and the hall of dismay.Inside me a voice repeated this phrase:"you lost it.""you'll never get out of this maze."You'll never get out of this maze. x7 (jam)-----------------------------------------------------------------McGrupp And The Watchfull HosemastersI've alternated my meager flockTo the shores of the Baltic SeaThe teeth of time have stowed the rhymeOf how things shouldn't beMy cave, my house, my turning wheelMy little docking pupThe march of Colonel ForbinAnd his fleathound called McGruppThe grime of countless workdogsHas collected in my sinkI tie my nose with spandex hoseBefore I get a drinkWhile on frozen warthogsWith its poison in our mindsThe ferns that spot our childrenAre encased in orange rindsAll times and seasons are the reasonsThat people and their clansHave stowed the Famous MockingbirdWith glue and rubberbandsThey writhe and cry in agonyAs Rutherford the braveChokes Tela and the unit monsterManaging to saveThe spotted striper's multi-beastAnd thereby cheat his graveI'd like to get his autographBut he looks to much like Dave (several x)--------------------------------------------------------------------Mike's GrooveThese songs are always played together in sequence.Mike's Song-----------Trapped in time and I don't know what to doThese friends of mine, I can see right through.You don't gotta tell me and I don't gotta know`Coz I'm sittin' back here sharin' the groove.Me no are no nice guys (X 3)I walk through the hallways inside my mindI chase the backbeat from behindBig dude in the doorway was blockin' my wayHe reached to grab me and this is what he said:Me no are no nice guys (X 3)I Am Hydrogen (Instrumental)-------------Weekapaug Groove---------------Trying to make a woman match your movesAnd we're sharing in the Weekapaug Groove.--------------------------------------------------------------------MoundThe old man knows very wellGoing down by the snowbank, there's a moundThe mound that an old man knows goodLook a raises his shoe all over this moundAnd over the world that another remindchorus:And it's time, time, time for the last rewind For broken an old man and a world on his back He buried all his memories of home And at less he pulled the lies beneath the groundNo one knows how far he travelledOh, I heard he walked miles from the little moundCan he find some shelter?He doesn't know to be old, what the cold cross can doAnd at last till he realized he'd circled back aroundRound a back circle, round a back realizedchorusI saw he was made upThe bitter blue, strollin' throughHe went over to the moundRefining down his final thoughtsFrom drifting to the time this life had shinedchorus(x2)--------------------------------------------------------------My Mind's Got a Mind of It's Ownchorus: My mind's got a mind of its own It takes me out to market when I'd rather stay at home Takes me out to parties when I'd rather be alone My mind's got a mind of its ownI've been doing things I thought I'd never doI've been getting into trouble without ever meaning toI'd as soon settle down but I'm right back up againI'd deal, just thought I believed I'd never winchorusI seem to forget half the things I startI try to build a house and then I tear the place apartI freeze myself on fire and then I'd burn myself on iceI count to one without thinking twicechorusI can tell myself to do the things I shouldBut then I get to thinkin' about them things I never doI tell myself the truth and know I'm lying like a snakeAin't want no water and the bottle go to wastechorus-------------------------------------------------------------------No Dogs Allowed(By Trey's Mother)No Dogs allowed,No Dogs allowed,No Dogs allowed in the subway today.So climb up the stairs,And be on your way,'Coz there's no dogs allowed in the subway today.If dogs were allowed then just think of this place,an army (alt: city) of dogs living here in this spaceWhining and running from dawn until darkMy head would be aching from hearing them bark.So there'sNo Dogs allowed,No Dogs allowed,No Dogs allowed in the subway today.So climb up the stairs,And be on your way,'Coz there's no dogs allowed in the subway today.If dogs were allowed then the people would shoutAnd tell me to order those dirty dogs outI'd have to decide who would get to sit downWould the dogs or the people ride into town.So there'sNo Dogs allowed,No Dogs allowed,No Dogs allowed in the subway today.So climb up the stairs,And be on your way,'Coz there's no dogs allowed in the subway today.If dogs were allowed then the trains would be filledWith creatures that never, no never stand still.There wouldn't be room for the people at allThe trains would be cluttered with dogs big and small.(The only incidence of the last verse that we found wasTree Cafe, Portland ME 11/3/89.)----------------------------------------------------------Prep School HippiePrep school hippieOr hip school preppieI can't decideShould I spend my adolescent dayswearing tie dyes or VuarnetsI can't decideBig ten kegger at the fratOr watching Jerry shake his bat.Prep school hippieOr hip school preppieI can't decideI can't wait 'til I'm 21,Dip into my trust fundrepeat 3xI can't wait 'til I'm 21,Trust fund, trust fundPrep school hippieOr hip school preppieI can't decideShould I spend my adolescent dayswearing tie dyes or VuarnetsI can't decideI can't decideI can't decideI can't decide----------------------------------------------------------Punch You In The Eye - [transcribed from Dartmouth 8/19/89 by DMcC]From: David Douglas McCallum I come from the land where the oceans freezeSpent three long months on the open seasPaddled 'til it seemed I could take no moreWhen my ship hit ground on Prussia's shoresHow was I to know that dayThat the winds had swept me Wilson's way'Cause soon towards me from the EastCame Wilson and his men on multi-beastsWell it seems he didn't like my faceAnd I quickly learned that Prussia was an evil placeThey tied me to a chair with a giant clipAnd held a piece of paper to my tender nip(ple)Then they tossed the chair in a tiny shackAnd told me not to worry 'cause they'd soon be backBut I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashedAnd ran towards the cove where my boat was stashedSinging "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you dieOh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye"When Wilson knew that I was looseI'd surely be subjected to some real abuseMaybe end up hanging from the nearest treeSo angrily I paddled to the open seaBut the sea was eager to beat me backAnd the waves grew huge and deadly blackAnd the grey clouds rumbled over my headAnd I feared in my heart that I'd soon be dead[Solo over "Landlady" changes]When the morning came and the storm had passedAnd the dismal fog began at lastTo open up before my eyesAnd there I saw to my surpriseChains and specks of islands curvedWhere palm trees dipped and seagulls swervedAnd I parked my kayak on a stoneAnd yelled across the ocean to his evil throneI said "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you dieOh Wilson, Punch you in the EyeWilson, kill you 'til you dieOh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye"[Solo over "Landlady" changes]-------------------------------------------------------- Rift Last time, in the moments my thoughts were adrift And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath Of a darkness the light from above could not reach I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight And upon yonder precipice saw her alight And glared back at me one last look of dismay As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray So much the better I said to myself And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf I struggled with destiny upon the ledge And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge And silence contagious in moments like these Consume me and strengthen my will to appease The passion that sparked me one terrible night And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite So much the better I said to myself And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf I struggled with destiny upon the ledge And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge --song slows and quiets down-- And silence contagious in moments like these Consume me and strengthen my will to appease --song speeds back up-- The passion that sparked me one terrible night (And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite)x5 5 second scream similar to the end of Brother--------------------------------------------------------Rockytop!!From: Pandion with help.(The Osbourne Bros??)Wish that I was on old RockytopDown in the Tennessee hills.Ain't no smoggy smoke on RockytopAin't no telephone bills.Once I had a girl on RockytopHalf bear, the other half cat,Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda-popI still dream about that.Chorus:Rockytop, you'll always beHome sweet home to me.Good old Rockytop,Rockytop, Tennessee.Rockytop, Tennessee.Once two strangers climbed old RockytopLookin' for a moonshine still.Strangers ain't come down from Rockytop,Reckin' they never will.Corn won't grow at all on Rockytop -Dirt's too rocky by far.That's why all the folks on RockytopGet their corn from a jar.ChorusJAM!!I've had years of cooped up city life,Trapped like a dog in a pen.All I know is it's a pity lifeCan't be simple again.ChorusRockytop Tennessee!-------------------------------------------------------------Runaway JimFrom:David "ZZYZX" SteinbergI had a dog. His name was Jim(Runaway, runaway, runaway)Took all of my old clothes with him.(Runaway, runaway, runaway) Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway JimHe was 12 years old when this trip began,(Runaway, runaway, runaway)Hauling down the highway in my old sedan.(Runaway, runaway, runaway.)Now I wish someone'd tell me where old Jim went,(Runaway, runaway, runaway)'Cause he took all the money that I saved for rent.(Runaway, runaway, runaway)<1st music break>By the time he came home he was 17.(Runaway, runaway, runaway)That's 119 for you and me.(Runaway, runaway, runaway)Now I'm gonna go up to the mountain.(Runaway, runaway, runaway)Singing for Jim who's swimming in the fountain.(Runaway, runaway, runaway)<2nd (intense) music break>The version from Keene 5/4/90 does all of the verse through "By the time hecame home..." before the 1st break, and comes out of it with:He ran away again on the night he died(Runaway, runaway, runaway)'Cause I knew I would miss him from the other side(Runaway, runaway, runaway)Now I'm gonna go... etc.--------------------------------------------SanitySanity 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 sanity 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, you can spend your dimes. (Mind)But I lost my mind just a couple of times.You can tresspass anywhere. (A-ny-where)You can tresspass anywhere. (Ny-where)Where you go, you'd better beware (Be-ware)You can tresspass anywhere.I forgot the rules, I forgot my pride. ('Got his pride)I forgot the rules, I forgot my pride. (His pride)I don't need a place to hide. (Hide)I forgot the rules, I forgot my pride, but I don't need a place to hide!The stars in the sky are very bright. (Stars are bright)The stars in the sky are very bright. (Are bright)The stars they really suck tonight! (rs suck)The stars in the sky are very bright.And I don't care if the world explodes. (world ex-plodes)No, I don't care if the world explodes. (Ex-plodes!) es)You can save the whales, you can save the toads. (Toads)But I don't care if the world explodes.FAG! POOP!Repeat verse 1Repeat Verse 2-------------------------------------------------------------Shaggy DogShaggy Dog, walkin' downHe walks all aroundShaggy Dog, where you been?I been walkin' to see my friendKnock on the door, wouldn't let me in.Askin' me where I beenThen one day, he got lostJumped on a gator, thought it was a horseShaggy Dog, don't stay out too longYes I know that it's wrongShaggy Dog, long been (?)Where he walks, you know who he isWalk on, Shaggy DogWalk on, Shaggy DogWalk on, Shaggy DogWalk on, Shaggy DogOh oh, oh ohOh oh, oh ohOh oh, oh ohOh oh, oh oh--------------------------------------------------------------Silent In The MorningFrom: Douglas Loeb It's time I sling the baskets off this overburdened horseSink my toes into the ground and set a different course'Cause if I were here and you were thereMatilda in betweenAnd not until my dying day, confess what I have seenmy glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue(Putting) all the obstacles that terrorize my viewIf you are here with me, I trust you'll lead the wayWhen you're not I follow, you can always go astraySilent in the morningSuspended in the treeslunch time comes youve found your voiceIt brings me to my kneesvolume just increasesresounding echoes growTill once again I bask in morning stillness, I love soA target that I shoot for seems to move with every breathTighten all my arteries and make one last requestdivine creation hears me, and squashes me with fearI think that this exact thing happened to me just last yearSilent in the morningyou found your voice, it brings me toSilent in the morningyou found your voice, it brings me toSilent in the morningx2you found your voice, it brings me toSilent in the morningyou found your voice, it brings me to my kneesafter this Page and Mike sart singing "Silent in the morning"repeatedly while Trey sings different lyrics. I couldn't discernwhat Trey was saying clearly enough. This song is great. It is themost mellow of the new tunes I've heard.----------------------------------------------------------------Sleeping MonkeyFrom: mep43562@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Michael E Powers)The feeling's not the same,In fact it's getting pretty tame,It's just not that great anymore,I guess I'll go outside,And flag a weasel for a ride,And take it on down to the shore,Wallowing in fear,The days and weeks that you're not here,Was all the waiting in vain?,The day that you arrived,My sleeping monkey is revived,But you sent him home on the train,Chorus:Home on the train,Why'd you send my monkey on the train,The day that you arrived,My sleeping monkey is revived,But you sent him home on the train,Chorus again,Chorus by Fish alone,Chorus by Fish alone,Chorus.----------------------------------------------------------------Sparkle/* updated by Trey - 4/18/92 */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.Confused 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 at heart.You Laugh and laughing, fall apart.Laugh and laughing, fall apart.(x28) (crescendo)Laugh and laughing, fall apart.(x14)----------------------------------------------------------------Suzie GreenbergFrom: Mark Hays Here's the lyrics to Suzie Greenberg as they appear to this humbleservant of the wordLittle Suzie GreenburgWith her head caved inSoon will let me drownBeneath the undertowYou better put that womanIn a looney bin'Cause you know I'd really likeTo be a part of her showSuzie is an artistShe paints quite a lotAn artist she may beBut a genius she is notShe says she wants to beA SociologistBut she better first get checkedBy a neurologistCHORUS:Suzie, Suzie, Suzie, SuzieSuzie, Suzie Greenburg (Interspersed "sube"s??) (x a lot)Suzie's 'bout as faithfulAs a slot machinePays off once in a whileBut then she'll rob you cleanShe's always afraidThat she's not sure what she's worthShe's out of her mindAnd she's not of this earthThe woman walks the streetsLike she's the queen of the townDoesn't talk very muchShe's very profoundLittle Suzie GreenburgAlways playing the gameBut today I'll bet she's probablyForgotten my nameCHORUS:REPEAT FIRST VERSECHORUS:--------------------------------------------------------------------TubeFrom: IO11323@maine.maine.edu( )means my best guess or that I have no clue. Edit away.(An)Asteroid crashedand nothing burnedit made me wonderdo tigers slep in lily patches(the battle is won; for the murderer) or (Dock to ____ run with thunder)I got a ____ in my left eartell the truth but I still could hear.Made me think, I would not be burnedrather give myself to science,(a love I can (hurl or endure)) or (A felt that I could helm)It's science,(a love I can (hurl or endure) or (A felt that I can helm)Parionoid the docter ran,shouting his grafic translation(A ____ out of order)Gang wars,Tales of riches,spewing forth there colorHe purposely waited till i was doneto knock on the life, door to dooraccusing me of ruining the fun,He knocked on it some moreThe fun, He knocked on it some more. (jam)The (suiters) were all insideAn apple or a grapeto put forth a cloud of MercuryIf run over by a (mighty) caron the freeway, Los AngelesOnce the spraying has been doneBut there's more to be made from neccesityor a portait of your past,there's (a mummy or mumbling) in the cabinent.Are there any arrows left?What's that rubber bottle doing here?How's that knapkin for a ( )Ten cents to (a)(the) dollar now(for your friend and his) or (A shelter print and hands)Robert Palmer is a (pl______)again(st), again(st), again(st)So stupendous, living in this tube. x4----------------------------------------------------------------WeighI'd like to cut your head off so I can weigh it, what do you say?Five pounds, six pounds, seven poundsI'd like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick off all the little prickly hairs so I can weigh them, what do you say?Five pounds, six pounds, seven poundsI'd like to gather all your friends and squish them into a small swimming pool so I can weigh them, what do you say?Five pounds, six pounds, seven poundsWhy weigh on a sunny daySo much to do so why, why weighOn a sunny day, why wei-igh-heyWhy weigh, why weighI'd like to hear my options so I can weigh them, what do you say?Five pounds, six pounds, seven poundsWhy weigh on a sunny daySo much to do so why, why weighOn a sunny day, why wei-gh-heyWhy(Oh why)x11Why weigh------------------------------------------------YA MAR(The Mustangs)Remember all the days in the pondCatchin' wild trout till the break of dawnNow that you've become a man, looking very meanGot a nice shiny sports car, keep it very cleanDon'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 pahShe used to be a vampire child, walkin' in the yardNow that she's become a woman, l

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