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Songs which have appeared on an album/CD/tape release are listed first, starting with TMWSIY ("Gamehendge"), then Lawnboy, Junta, Picture of Nectar, Rift, and Hoist. Songs which do not appear/have not appeared on album are listed alphabetically.
(lyrics to songs + narrative between songs)
(Eliza, Magilla, Landlady, & Faht not included; no words!)
The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday
Original: Matt Laurence (mlaurenc@world.std.com)
Modifications: Darren Cokin (cokin@scf.usc.edu)
INTRODUCTION
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Once upon a time there was a mountain that rose out of a vast green forest. And in the forest there were birds and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers. The forest was also inhabited by a small group of people called the lizards. The lizards were a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came, and the first blossoms began to show, the
lizards would gather at the base of the mountain, to give thanks for all that they had. They thanked the birds and they thanked the lakes and they thanked the rocks and the trees and the rivers; but most importantly, they thanked Icculus.
Icculus lived at the top of the mountain, or at least everyone thought so, for no one had actually ever seen him. But they knew he existed, because they had the Helping Friendly Book. Icculus had given the Helping Friendly Book to the Lizards thousands of years earlier as a gift. It contained all of the knowledge inherent in the universe, and had
enabled the Lizards to exist in harmony with nature for years. And so they lived; until one day a traveler arrived in Gamehendge. His name was 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 with the Lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the Helping Friendly Book, and all was well. Until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. Wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the Lizards had become dependent on it for survival. He declared himself king and enslaved the innocent
people of Gamehendge. He cut down the trees and built a city, which he called Prussia. And in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in the highest tower of the castle lay the Helping Friendly Book out of the reach of the Lizards forever. But our story begins at a different time, not in Gamehendge, but on a suburban street in Long Island, and our hero is no king sitting in a castle, he is a retired colonel shaving in his bathroom.
Colonel Forbin looked square in the mirror and dragged the blade across his cold creamed skin. He saw the tired little folds of flesh that lay in a heap beneath his eyes. Fifty-two years of obedient self-restraint, of hiding his tension behind a serene veil of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him. It had escaped through his eyes, reacting with the cigarette smoke and the fluorescent lights and slowly accumulating into a sagging mass. He ran his dripping palm across the stubble on the nape of his neck and thought again about the door. He had discovered the door some months back on one of his ritualistic morning walks with his dog McGrupp. It had started out as a typical stroll with McGrupp bounding joyously ahead 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 for overlooking the door for so long. At first, he tried to ignore it, but he soon found that it was impossible, and slowly his newly acquired knowledge transformed his dreary life into a prison from which there was only one escape. And on this morning, Colonel Forbin stepped through the door...
Lizards
Passing through the corridor I came upon an aging knight
Who leaned against the wall in gnarly armor
He was on his way to see the king
Wilson Wilson Wilson
He led me through the streets of Prussia talking
As he tried to crush a bug that scurried underneath his bootheel
He said there was a place where we should go
So he lead me through the forest to the edge of a lagoon by which
We wandered 'til we reached a bubbly spring
The knight grew very quiet as we stood there
Then he lifted up his visor and he turned to me and he began to sing
He said I come from the land of darkness
I said I come from the land of doom
He said I come from the land of Gamehendge
From the land of the big baboon
But I'm never never going back there
And I couldn't if I tried
'Cause I come from the land of Lizards
And the Lizards they have died
And the Lizards they have died
And the Lizards they have died
And the Lizards they have...
He told me that the Lizards were a race of people practically extinct
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 save
His 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 enlightened
By the writings of the Helping Friendly Book
In all of Prussia only one existed
And Wilson had declared that any person who possessed it was a crook
chorus
The Helping Friendly Book, it seemed, possessed the ancient secrets
Of eternal joy and never-ending splendor
The trick was to surrender to the flow
We walked along beneath the moon
He lead us through the bush 'till soon
We saw before our eyes a raging river
He said that we could swim it if we tried
And saying this the knight dove in forgetting that his suit of arms
Would surely weigh him down and so he sunk
And as his body disappeared before me
I bowed my head in silence and remembered all thoughts that he had thunk
chorus
But Rutherford and Forbin weren't alone. And suddenly an unexpected movement caught his eye. On the far side of the river he saw a shaggy creature standing in the weeds; who stared across at Forbin with an unrelenting gaze. A gigantic mass of muscles and claws. The hideous beast reared back and hurled himself in the water and swam toward the region where Rutherford lay. And in a flash, the beast was gone, underneath the surface to the frosty depths below while Forbin, bewildered, waited alone.
The seconds dragged by in what seemed like hours till finally the colonel felt it all had been a dream. Defeated, he bowed his head then turned to go. Suddenly with a roar, the creature emerged before him and held the brave knight's body to the sky. And the creature laid the knight upon the shore. And the colonel fell beside his friend in prayer that he'd survive. And Rutherford, brave Rutherford was alive.
Forbin and the unit monster were crouched over the soggy knight carefully removing his bulky helmet when the colonel heard a sound behind him. He turned around and came face to face with an enormous shaggy horse-like creature covered from head to tail with alternating blotches of brown and white. It was a two-toned multi-beast, and atop the multi-beast sat the most beautiful woman the colonel had ever seen. After fifty-two years of undaunted bachelorhood, the colonel felt a feeling rush over him as he had never felt before.
Tela
The sky is burning in this lonely land
And I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
And she comes to me in this lonely land
And looks down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut
In the shadow of Wilson's castle
Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil
In the shadow of Wilson's castle
Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew
Swelling to the point where it would
Burst at the seems there was nothing she could do
Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain
Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw
And burns, 'til layer after layer melts away into a pool
A sky blue mirror of her eyes
And my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dust
And drift away on the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela grew strong from her struggle to endure
In the shadow of Wilson's castle
Time touched her wounds and shelter proved the cure
In the shadow of Wilson's castle
Each passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked inside
And liberate the spirit she'd concealed for so long
There was no place left to hide
Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain
Tela Tela jewel of Wilson's foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
Tela reached out her hand and helped Forbin on to the back of the multi-beast, and together they rode off into the forest.
As they rode, Tela explained to him about Wilson and the Helping Friendly Book. She told the colonel that she was part of a revolution to overthrow the evil king. The leader of the revolution was a Lizard named Errand 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 on suspicion of treason. He had been abducted from his home and hung in the public square.
The two rode on in silence, deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest until they came to the outskirts of a small community. Tela explained to Forbin that they had reached the base of the revolutionaries. The colonel looked up and there in the center of the clearing stood Errand Wolfe. He was a small man but his presence was overpowering. He seemed to emit a kind of violent energy that sent chills down the colonel's spine. And as the multi-beast moved towards him, he raised his fist in anger, and his voice filled the forest.
Wilson
Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you
Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book
Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you
I talked to 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(henge)
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you
You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one
I must inquire, Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson
Meanwhile, in the main square in Prussia, the state of the revolution was taking another turn for the worst. A crowd of townspeople had gathered to witness the hanging of Wilson's accountant, Mr. Palmer. It seemed that Palmer had been a revolutionary himself and had been extorting Wilson's money to fund the revolution. Palmer stood on the scaffold with Wilson and the AC/DC Bag, an electrified robot-hangman with a black bag over his head. Wilson seemed pleased as he began to speak.
AC/DC Bag
Mr. Palmer is concerned with the thousand dollar question
Just like Roger he's a crazy little kid
I've got the time if you've got the inclination
So cheer up Palmer, you'll soon be dead
The noose is hanging, at least you won't die wondering
Sit 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
AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
DC Bag (2x)
Time to put your money where your mouth is
Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out
I'm running so fast my feet don't touch the ground
I'm a stranger here I'm going down
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
chorus
Brain dead, and made of money, no future at all
Pull down the blinds and run for cover no future at all
Who would've thought it, that's where I am, no future at all
Don't sweat it, that's where I am, whoa, carry me down, down, down, down
By that night, news of Palmer's death had traveled back to the camp. Spirits were low and Colonel Forbin felt devastated. Even though he had only been in Gamehendge for one day, he had already developed a deep hatred for Wilson. He wanted desperately to help the revolutionaries, but without Palmer, it seemed hopeless. He wandered slowly through the camp and passed Errand Wolfe, sitting by the fire with Rutherford, who had returned that afternoon. He walked on and soon found himself outside of Tela's hut. Forbin knocked and walked in. Tela sat behind a makeshift desk in the center of a room that was littered with small cages containing spotted stripers, a tiny three-legged breed of animal. The unit monster sat in the corner. The colonel took a step toward Tela and spoke. "I needed to come here tonight" he said, "to tell you that I've fallen in love with you."
He looked to her eyes for approval but her face remained frozen in an expressionless stare. An awkward blanket of silence fell over the room and hung for a long moment before being shattered by the sound of the door swinging violently open. It was Rutherford the Brave. The ironclad knight rushed across the room and gripped the throats of Tela and the unit monster in each of his mighty hands. They struggled to break free but even the unit monster was no match for Rutherford's power and soon 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?" His question was answered by Errand Wolfe who had quietly slipped through the doorway during the confusion. "She was a spy," he said, and explained to Forbin that she had been sending information to Wilson using the spotted stripers as carriers. Roger's death had aroused his suspicion, and Palmer's had confirmed it. The colonel stood in silence in a world that had turned up-side-down so many times that he no longer knew which 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. And now, he stood and stared into the eyes of Errand Wolfe and he saw evil. The entire picture began to seem like an enormous puzzle with one piece missing, and the colonel knew what that piece was.
"Within twenty-four hours," he said to Errand Wolfe, "You will have the Helping Friendly Book." And even as the words were leaving his lips, he found himself running out the door and into the forest, not towards Prussia, but toward the great mountain looming in the distance.
Colonel Forbin's Ascent
Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain
And wiped away the beads of sweat
That glistened on his brow
His tired feet were buried in the quagmire
And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between him
And fulfillment of his vow
And he felt his fingers wrap around a knotted root
And pulled his body upwards
To a sea green mossy boulder
And he dragged his weary carcass [or "shit-ass"] up the mountain
And he climbed so slowly
He climbed so slowly
Ahead
Ahead
Suddenly he heard the crack of thunder
And the rocks began to crumble overhead
And tumble down the mountain to the
Dismal swamp that lay beneath the jagged cliffs
through 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. Oh...
The sacred creed will be yours
And if you wait until tomorrow
The sacred creed will be yours
To devour
Yours
To seize
And to obey
Obey
When the dust had cleared, the colonel lifted up his head
And was driven to his knees by a blazing beam of light
And he saw the silhouette that stood before him
And he bowed in reverence
Trembling in the shadow of the mighty legend's form
Icculus the prophet stood before his eyes
Looking down on Colonel Forbin
Where he shuddered in the puddles and the muck
And he quietly addressed him
And he spoke so slowly
He spoke so slowly
Ahead
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 mockingbird
To fly and seize the helping book and bring it to your shack
And a tree of knowledge in your soul will grow
And the Helping Friendly Book will plant the seed
But I warn you that all knowledge seeming innocent and pure
Becomes a deadly weapon in the hands of avarice
And greed
The sacred greed will be yours
And if you wait until tomorrow
The sacred creed will be yours
To devour
Yours
To seize
And to obey
And to obey
And the famous mockingbird swooped down out of the sky and landed on
Icculus's shoulder, and Icculus whispered into the bird's ear, and it flew
off toward Wilson's castle in the valley below.
Fly Famous Mockingbird
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
Fly...
Fly...
Fly famous mockingbird
Fly...
The next morning at the camp Errand Wolfe and Rutherford stood frozen in awe as the famous mockingbird flew out of the sky and laid the Helping Friendly Book at their feet. The quest for the book had dragged on for so many years that it's sudden appearance left the men staring in disbelief, unsure of what their next move should be. The shock wore off quickly though, and Errand Wolfe shot into high gear. He snatched up the book with one hand and the famous mockingbird with the other, and began to inform Rutherford of his plan. He would first kill Wilson, and then put the Helping Friendly Book to work for him. With Rutherford's aid he fastened the famous mockingbird to a pole, with glue and rubber bands, to insure the secrecy of his mission, and then set out to find the only man in Gamehendge who could handle the job of eliminating a King.
Sloth
They call me the sloth
Way down in the ghetto
Italian Spaghetti
Singing falsetto
Sleeping all day
Rip Van Winklin'
Spend my nights in bars
Glasses tinklin'
I'm so bad
He's so nasty
Ain't got no friends
Real outcasty
Stay out of my way
Or you'll end up a cripple
I'll take this piece of paper
And slice you in the nipple
[repeat first verse]
Colonel Forbin 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 again about the door. He had traveled through the door out of necessity. Once he knew it existed, he simply couldn't leave it alone. Just like Wilson. Just like Tela. Just like Errand Wolfe. And he sat in the dungeon, and he realized that he was back again; through the door. And through the tiny window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains...
Errand... Errand... Errand... Errand...
And from atop the mountain Icculus looked down on all that went on below him. And he smiled...
Possum
I come from atop the mountain baby
Where the people come to pray
I come from atop the mountain baby
Where the people come to pray
There ain't no truth in action
'Less you believe it anyway
I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
The road was his end
His end was the road so they say
Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM
Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM
Whoa possum, possum
Your end is the road
I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
The road was his end
His end was the road so they say
Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM
Whoa possum... possum, possum... POSSUM
Whoa possum,
Your end is the road
Whoa possum, possum
Your end is the road
The Squirming Coil
The Squirming Coil of sunset I keep within my reach
Tried yesterday to get away and hitchhiked to the beach
I saw Satan on the beach trying to catch a ray
He wasn't quite the speed of light and the squirming coil
it got away....
The muscles flex the mother's ring, she fastens children to her king
And sends him down the crooked street, when he returns, the birth's complete
Jimmy holds the Tannis root, the forest's tasty nectar shoot
The sun tips off the monarch's suit from sequined sash to shiny boot
"I'd like to lick the coil some day like Icarus, who had to pay
With melting wax and feathers brown, he tasted it on his way down"
Stun the puppy! Burn the whale! Bark a scruff and go to jail!
Forge the coin and lick the stamp! Little Jimmy's off to camp
Reba
Reba sink a boulder in the water
Reba tie a cable to a tree
Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper
Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune
Knee deep in the motel tub
Reba dangle ladle form her lip
dip
sip
Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
mutter to a farmer in a truck
Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba
cheetah on the prowl in a cage
sink a boulder in the water
tie a cable to a tree
Mutter "nature" to the nag
with the lipstick perfume
Reba flush a fleshfarm leftover
thunder in a circle
down the pipes
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Reba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub
picked up a jar unscrewed the top
and watched it drop into the water
A little scoop of plaster mix
some coffee grounds and mud
and then she stirred it with the ladle
that her Grandmother had bought her
threw in a pot of melted wax
a forefoot and a hoof
apple core, worms galore
and a can of some corrosive
coconuts and chloroform
some wicker and some cork
Toxic waste, some purple paste
she hoped was not explosive
Reba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
and she knew that what she make
would be the finest in the nation
My Sweet One
My sweet one, I'll call you my sweet one
You're my only true sweet one
With my all, I'll call you my sweet one
From far away, I'll say your name
Oh with you, I'd travel thick
And with you, I'd also travel thin
And all the spaces in between
I'd travel with you, you're my sweet one
But for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder
Herbivores ate well cause their food didn't never run
Oh, if You're ever unsatisfied with the way life's treating You
You know You can count on me to take good care of You
I love you honey oh yes I do You know that's true of course
and if your dog or cat ever dies, I'll buy You a Ewe
Split Open and Melt
In the morning I pack up my gear and toss it in my carryall
Run the wide load to the lip and watch the big core crack and glow
In the evening I undo my belt, split open and melt
I wake up on my stomach with my face between my hands
And crawl along the floor toward the doorway
Jumping to my feet I try to put myself together
But I feel it in my knees, and the room begins to spin
And I slip and bump my head and raise a welt
Split open and melt
We breathe deep in a steam dream
And plunge below the water line
down, down, down
Between beams to the gloom room
Among the seaweed and the slime
down, down, down
Melt
Bathtub Gin
Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors
And I am in the hallway singing to the troubadours
The kings are all lined up outside the gate
And the autumn bells are ringing but they'll just have to wait
Where is the joker? Have you seen him around
With his three coned cap that he wears like a clown?
Have you seen his stripped stockings and heard his sad tale
About the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whales?
Here come the ambassadors, they show up one by one
Brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done
Wendy's on the windowsill waiting to be let in
And we're all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin
The kings storm the hallway they've climbed up through the gate
they didn't mean to be impolite but they just couldn't wait
Here comes the joker with his silly grin
He carries a martini made of bathtub gin
Here comes the joker we all must laugh
Cause we're all in this together, and we love to take a bath.
Lawn Boy
Throughout the night when there's no direct light
and a thin veil of clouds keeps the stars out of sight
I can smell the colors outside on my lawn
The moist green organic that my feet tread upon
And the black oleander surrounded by blues
I'm soon overwhelmed by olfactory hues
Bouncing Around the Room
The woman was a dream I had though rather hard to keep
For when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep.
For when my hand was holding hers, she whispered words and I awoke
And faintly bouncing around the room the echo of whomever spoke
I awoke and faintly bouncing round the room the echo of whomever spoke.
The place I saw was far beneath the surface of the sea
My sight was poor but I was sure the sirens sang their songs for me
They dance above me as I sink I see them through a crystal haze
And hear them bouncing round the room the never ending coral maze
That time and once again I'm bouncing around the room.
Fee
In the cool shade of the banana tree
On the rugged trail toward the balcony
A child of the twentieth century
A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee
Far away in another place
A fading beauty named Milly Grace
A gospel singer with pocks on her face
And a bamboo cane to help her keep the pace
Fee was a Buddhist prodigy
Long past the age of maturity
Someday he knew it would set him free
Like it did for Floyd the chimpanzee
Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life
That's completely free.
You're racing with the wind
You're flirting with death
So have a cup of coffee
And catch your breath
Fee first met Milly in a bar in Peru
His heart was jumping like a kangaroo
Like a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zoo
It was hopping and thumping in wooden shoes
But Floyd was jealous and alone
He wanted Milly for his own
A desperate craving in his bones
"Their love", he said, "I will not condone."
Then one day on a ship to Quebec
Floyd found Milly on a lover's trek
He picked up a bottle and broke off the neck
It sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deck
Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life
That's completely free
You want to stay with Milly
Until you're dead
But you just got a bottle
Upside your head
Milly turned and began to scream at Floyd
She said "You think you're pretty mean"
And though she was as thin as a small string bean
She slammed him in the face with a nectarine
Floyd fell back over the edge of the ship
Till he hung from the rail by his fingertip
Milly said, "Floyd I'll make you lose your grip
With this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip"
So Milly took that paper and did the deed
Floyd hit the water with astonishing speed
And as the sharks circled and began to feed
Milly knew her weasel was finally free
Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life
That's completely free
Floyd is dead; he's nothing but a ripple
Cause Milly took that paper
And sliced him on the nipple
You Enjoy Myself
Boy
Man
God
Shit
Boy man...
Boy man...
[Note from the editor: The remaining words were not published in the liner notes of the record. Make your best guess! Heh...]
Esther
It was late one fall night at a fairground near town
When Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand
His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle
That flashed in his hollow eyed stare
He said "Little girl, you can chop off my legs
And then peel off my socks if you want to.
But I'd rather you took this old puppet from me
That I hold in my pail as we speak."
And he stood looking down at the innocent girl
And she stared at the bucket bewildered
Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
And a giant smile grew on his face
She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resist
And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church
And she burst through the door with puppet held high
And a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean
Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl
The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch
The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sack
Through the window of the church a storm began to rage
And Esther knew the time had come to flee
She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance
And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free
But the wind was blowing harder
And her skirt began to billow
Until finally her feet began to lift
And she rose above the people and the houses and the chimneys
And Esther and the doll were set adrift
Floating higher over the hills,
and the valleys and treetops they'd flutter and glide
Soaring and turning suspended on air
With the earth far below them they'd tumble
And dive through the clouds
And she began to plummet earthward till she landed in the nasty part of town
She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men
Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night
Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the
Puppet on her rump.
Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behind
A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited till the dawn
Cause it would have been a blunder to
Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl
When the morning came, she wandered through the streets
Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound
It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down
As Esther stood and shook her head the joggers were approaching
And she knew she had no choice left but to swim
As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide
She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin
Naked now she made her way toward the shore
When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.
And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its tiny
Little arms around her ankle and wouldn't let her go.
The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole
As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep
And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears
As she drifted away to a tranquil and motionless sleep...
Golgi Apparatus
I look into the finance box just to check my status
I look into the microscope, see Golgi Apparatus
Golgi, oh, woe is me, you can't even see the sea
Golgi, olgi, oh ooo olgi Golgi
Golgi
They call him Lysasome cause he runs so fast
Runs like a junkyard dog with a brain of brass
Golgi, oh, woe is me, you can't even see the sea
Golgi, olgi, oh ooo olgi Golgi
Golgi
I saw you with a ticket stub in your hand
Under the light, middle of the night
Couldn't get it wrong so I had to...
Foam
I'm looking through and it all would be so crystal clear
If it wasn't for the foam
But the foam keeps getting thicker, and it just keeps getting harder
And I'm falling into a deep well...
Dinner and a Movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
The Divided Sky
Ahhh! Divided sky, the wind blows high
[The divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back to the pre-Wilson years of purity in Gamehendge. After listening to the sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the center of the forest. The root is believed to contain the spirit of Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. After eating the root, they venture into a vast field at sundown. The field is deep green, and stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. In the center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. They climb the rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night sky.]
David Bowie
David Bowie
UB 40
Fluffhead
Fluffhead was a man with a horrible disease
Could not find no cure, won't you help him if you please?
Fluff came to my door askin' me for change
His eyes were clear and pure but his mind was so deranged
Fluff went to a banker askin' for some bills
The banker said, "I ain't got that but I sure got some powerful pills."
Fluff's Travels
[Part 1 - Fluff's Travels]
[Part 2 - The Chase]
[Part 3 - Who do? We do!]
[Part 4 - Clod]
Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated prime did edit her
Hellborn elfchild roadhog mountain fortune hunter man beheaded her
Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod
Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated prime did edit her
Rabid victim martyr stranded level headed boy, ya better bend
Soon your luscious honey sugar mellifluous life is gonna end
Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod
Rabid victim martyr stranded level headed boy, ya better bend
[Part 5 - Bundle of Joy]
[Part 6 - Arrival]
Contact
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road
Bummed is what you are when you go out to your car and it's been towed
I woke up one morning in November and I realized I love you
It's not your headlights in front, your tailpipe, or the skylight above you
It's the way you cling to the road when the wind tries to shove you
I'd never go riding away and come back home without you
Llama
[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 mountains, messenger birds in sight
They came up through the valley, both sides at a time
Through the cold steady rain Raid! I bend down
Poke a double decker on a llama. Llama, Taboot Taboot
Trigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedes I start to run
It was the loudest thing I'd ever heard And I knew my time had come
To enter the delta
Leave it on press, depress, depress.
Llama, Taboot Taboot
Cavern
Your time is near, the mission's clear, it's later than we think
Before you slip into the night, you'll want something to drink
Steal away before the dawn, and bring us back good news
But if you've tread in primal soup, please wipe it from your shoes
Just then a porthole pirate scourged the evening with his cry
And sanctuary bugs deprived the monkey of its thigh
A dust arose and clogged my nose before I could blink twice
Despite the stuff that bubbled up, I gave some last advice:
The flesh from Satan's dogs will make the rudiments of gruel
Deduct the carrots from your pay you worthless swampy fool
Exploding then through fields and fen and swimming in the mire
The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth demented me with fire
I drifted where the current chose afloat upon my back
And if perchance a newt slimed by, I'd stuff it in my sack
Soon I felt a bubble form, somewhere below my skin
But with handy spine of hedgehog I removed the force within
Suzie then removed her mask and caused a mighty stir
The angry mob responded taking turns at grabbing her
The foggy cavern's musty grime appeared within my palm
I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off with deadly icy calm
[Alternate lyrics for above verse:
The brothel wife then grabbed a knife and slashed me on the tongue
I turned the blade back on the bitch and dropped her in the dung]
The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue and used her like a rag
To mop the slime from where the slug had slithered with the bag
In summing up, the moral seems a little bit obscure...
Give the director a serpent deflector
a mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
a cushion convector, a pitcher of nectar *
a virile dissector,a hormone collector
Whatever you do, take care of your shoes
* Alternate lyrics include "a penile erector" and "a picture of Nectar"
Poor Heart
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my tape recorder
I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
I didn't even know your name or what was your game
But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame
I wanna know if you stole mine
It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blame
Your life will never be the same
chorus
I can't track you anymore
Detective work has sure become a bore
So tell me what you did with it
And stop this shit, give up yourself
Before they come knockin' at your door
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
When I feel the blade of that Cupid sword
I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
You won't steal my poor heart again
Stash
I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash
Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees
Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin' for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say "Please don't do that"
Control for smilers can't be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) [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]
Manteca
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my, Crab in my, Crab in my shoemouth
Guelah Papyrus
Aboard a craft bereft of oar, I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Abducted by a bandit or a king from some forgotten war
And mindful of his larval craze, the rhinotropic micro-gaze
Ignored it and to my amazement rode to Paris in twelve days
This is the work of the guelah papyrus
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of Osyrus
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus
She take me on, I never fail to ride on the redundant rail
'Cause when I know she's switched a track there's always one to take me back
And through the bedroom door intrude a fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall she tilt my frame, she watch me fall
chorus
Instrumental interlude is THE ASSE FESTIVAL
Theme and variation composed by Trey in the summer of '90
Dedicated to Ernie Stires
So maybe I could be a fly and feed arachnid as I die
And view the ritual from within the silken tunnel that they spin
And through the bedroom door intrude a fretful frown and spoil the mood
'Cause though I never really stand that tall she tilt my frame, she watch me fall
chorus 3x
Glide
And we're glad glad glad that you're alive
And we're glad glad glad that you'll arrive
And we're glad glad glad glad glad glad glad
And we're glad glad glad that you're a glide
Tweezer
Won't you step into the freezer
Seize her with a tweezer
Won't you step into the freezer
Tease her with a tweezer
It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold (4x)
Won't you step into the freezer
Please her with a tweezer
Won't you step into the freezer
Please her with a tweezer
It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold (4x)
Look who's in the freezer
Uncle Ebenezer
The Mango Song
[A day in the life of a waiter/addict with delusions of grandeur.]
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes
Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night he'll dream until he dies
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide
Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Your hands and feet are mangos
You're gonna be a genius anyway
Chalk Dust Torture
Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
I'm Jezmund the family berzerker
I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice
The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life
Or more willingly Locust the Lurker
Confuse what you can of the ending
And revise your despise so impending
'Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn't quite mask
I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths
Or mixed in with the signal you're sending
But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned
As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Can't this wait till I'm old? Can't I live while I'm young?
But no peace for Jezmund tonight
I plug the distress tube up tight
And watch what I say as it flutters away
And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
Not to educate somebody's fright
chorus
Catapult
(Doctor Davis, telephone please...Doctor Davis, telephone please)
I'd catapult downtown to see the galleries
And my favorite fiancee in a lavender gown
But I'm hooked up to a machine
It performs my daily functions through a tube in my wien
And today that thing malfunctioned
Like a forest fire it burnt a hole in me and I perspired
So there ain't gonna be a wedding
No love affair, no art to which none compares
Tweezer Reprise
Won't you step into the freezer
Won't you step into the freezer
Won't you step into the freezer
Won't you step into the freezer
[Liner notes from back cover of album]
Eight and a half years ago, we played our first bar gig at Nectar's in Burlington. Nectar Rorris, the proprietor, was happy to give us a gig despite our lack of experience, organization, or a song list long enough to last two sets. The night went well enough and soon we were playing a series of monthly three night stands - three sets a night on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Like countless other bands in Burlington's diverse music scene, those nights at Nectar's taught us how to play. We dedicate this album to Nectar Rorris for 16 years of bringing Burlington live music every night of the week with no cover, and the best fries this side of...France.
Rift
Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift
And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift
Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath
Of the 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 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
Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease
The passion that sparked me one terrible night
And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite
[repeat second verse]
Fast Enough for You
If time were only part of the equation
Then you could draw the bound'ries of our cage
You wouldn't pile another stone upon me
And I'd be happy just to watch you age
But everything is in its own dominion
And waiting in the shallows as I do
Appeases me as water slowly trickles out
Which isn't nearly fast enough for you
It isn't nearly fast enough for you
It isn't nearly fast enough for you
Its what I was afraid of
I stumble into view
But it isn't nearly fast enough for you
It isn't nearly fast enough for you
Lengthwise
Original: robinson@ups.edu
When you're there, I sleep lengthwise
And when you're gone I sleep diagonal in my bed
Maze
The overhead view is of me in a maze
And you see what I'm hunting a few steps away
And I take a wrong turn and I'm on the wrong path
And the people all watching enjoy a good laugh
Embarrassed with failure, I try to reverse
The course that my tread had already traversed
So doing the trauma engulfing my dream
Invaded through what was an unguarded seam
The torrent of helplessness swept me away
To the cavern of shame and the hall of dismay
Inside me a voice was repeating this phrase:
"You've lost it, you'll never get out of this maze"
Sparkle
The pressure builds, you a gift, you're hoping that your dread will lift
It glitters on her like a glass you shudder as it comes to pass
Apologize to Luce and Lil', converse with Ed, a drive with Jill
Your friends confine you in their worlds, one by one, a string of pearls
Confuse you say, this isn't me, you hover in their unity
Ashamed, you slowly lose your grasp release the links, undo the clasp
The skin that drips down from the tree and peels back slowly from your knee
Erupts into your lung and heart, you laugh and laughing, fall apart
Horn
Rhine wine, Car horn
Now that you've deceived me, and played my name around
And hung those nasty flyers, on all the buildings in 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
Rhine wine, Car Horn
The Wedge
Original: robinson@ups.edu
We're bobbing on the surface and the shadow glides below
They say she feels my heartbeat, oh but how I'll never know
That it's the ocean flowing in our veins
Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears
Oh..'Cause we could have come so very far
Oh..In at least as many years
Take the highway through the Great Divide
Take the highway through the Great Divide
I'm building you a pyramid with limestone blocks so large
I drag them from the mountain top; you'll need a two car garage
And it's the ocean flowing in our veins
Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears
Oh..Cause we could have come so very far
Oh..In at least as many years
Take the highway through the Great Divide
Take the highway through the Great Divide
Cause it's the ocean flowing in our veins
Oh..That it's the salt that's in our tears
Oh..Cause we could have come so very far
Oh..In at least as many years
Take the highway through the Great Divide
My Friend My Friend
Original: David McCallum
My friend, my friend he's got a knife, a statement from his former life
When he was easy but alone beside him was an empty throne
But what of silver silken blade, affix his gaze, his features staid
Grasps the handle, clips the cable, one steps up, sits at his table
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
My friend, my friend, he's got a wife
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse, persuasion through his thoughts peruse
A hidden relic from his past that wasn't there when he looked last
He feels it ticking like a bomb, feeding fear, assaulting calm
Takes the object, starts the game, moves closer to the flame
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
Weigh
I'd like to cut your head off so I could weigh it, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six, pounds, seven pounds
I'd like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick all the
little prickly hairs so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
I'd like to gather all your friends and squish them all into a small
swimming pool so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-igh-hey?
Why weigh, why weigh?
I'd like to hear my options, so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do, so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-igh-hey?
Mound
Original: ?
Modifications: Andy Bensky (andy.bensky@corp.sun.com)
The old man knows very well
Going down round the snowbank, there's a mound
A mound that an old man knows good
Look who raises his shoe all over this mound
Right over the world that's another rewind
And it's time, time, time for the last rewind
For a broken old man and a world unkind
He buried all his memories of home
In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
No one knows how far he traveled
Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound
Can he find some shelter?
He doesn't know to behold what the cold frost can do
And at last till he realized he'd circled back around
Round a back circle, round a back realized
chorus
Ice is all he was made of
The bitter blue, and frozen through
He went over to the mound
Reclining down his final thoughts
Were drifting to the time this life had shined
It's Ice
I press on the elastic sheet, I'm breathing through a slice
'Are the worms or are the serpents?' bubbles through the ice
The source was quite invisible, the ever-present voice
While skating, both legs tracing different shapes, I made my choice
Mimicking the image in whose radiance I bask
I'm tied to him, or him to me, depending who you ask
None the less reluctantly reflections tumble in
I slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin
He's fallen on the ice, it cracks
Will he plunge in and join me here?
He meets my eyes, to my surprise
He laughs in full light of my frown
My double wants to pull me down
Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone
The flesh I leave behind, is something that is not my own
I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul
He's leaning back, time to attack, to see who's in control
And every move I make he's got a hand up just in time
He's throwing several punches, and he's blocking most of mine
Defeated now I sulk and squirm above the frozen heights
Waiting, calculating till he ventures onto the ice.
chorus 2x
The Horse
Original: Douglas Loeb (oacs2121@oswego.oswego.edu)
Modifications: robinson@ups.edu
It's time I sling the baskets off this overburdened horse
Sink my toes into the ground and set a different course
Cause if I were here and you were there
I'd meet you in between [originally "Mathilda in between"]
And not until my dying day, confess what I have seen.
Silent in the Morning
Original: Douglas Loeb (oasc2121@oswego.oswego.edu)
Modifications: robinson@ups.edu
My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue
Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view
If you are here with me, I trust you to lead the way
When you're not I follow you, and always go astray
You're silent in the morning, suspended in the trees
Lunch time comes you've found your voice, it brings me to my knees
The volume just increases, the resounding echoes grow
Till once again I bask in morning stillness, I love so
The target that I shoot for seems to move with every breath
I tighten all my arteries and make one last request
Divine creation hears me, and he squashes me with fear
I think that this exact thing happened to me, just last year
Chorus:
Silent in the morning
You found your voice that brings me to
Silent in the morning
You found your voice that brings me to
Silent in the morning
You found your voice that brings me to my knees
I will not dismiss you, shelter you, speak with you
Smile at you, trust in me, laugh and brush you off, and I'd agree
Julius
Modifications: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
Danger, I've been told to expect it
I begin my descent down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those I confide in?
I think that I know what I haven't known yet
'Cause a week is a monthand an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
With your past and your future precisely divided
Am I at that moment?
I haven't decided
And stretching out into the sea... Aquitana
Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
You gave it to me but I really don't want it
I came out on top by the luck of the draw
'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
And what's the return on the faith I've provided?
I think that I know now but I haven't decided
Before you take another step, don't blame it on yourself
`Cause if you lay it on your brother when you're sleepin'
You'll wake up in the morning and you'll be gone
Down with Disease
Down with disease, three weeks in my bed
Trying to stop these demons that keep dancing in my head
Down with disease, up before the dawn
A thousand barefoot children outside dancing on my lawn
Dancing on my lawn, and I keep
Waiting for the time I can finally say
That this has all been wonderful but now I'm on my way
But when I think it's time to leave it all behind
I try to find a way to but there's nothing I can say to make it stop
Down with disease and the jungles in my mind
They're climbing up my waterfalls and swingin' on my vines
So I ry to hear the music but I'm always losing time
'Cause they're stepping on my rhythm and they're stealin' all my lines
Stealin' all my lines, and I keep
repeate chorus
If I Could
Take me to another place, she said
Take me to another time
Run with me across the oceans
Float me on a silver cloud
If I could I would, but I don't know how
If I could I would, but I don't know how
If I could I would and I'd take you now
Stay with me till time turns over
I want to feel my feet leave the ground
Take me where the whispering breezes
Can lift me up and spin me around
If I could I would...
Hear you laughing as we go
Flipping backward through the doors and through the windows...
I'm melting into nothing
If I could I would, but I don't know how
If I could I would, but I don't know how
If I could I would and I'd take you now
Axilla (Part Two)
Summer sitting out by the pool
A ray of sunshine getting in my way
Close your eyes and wish that it were cool
Everyday
And I wish it could be back the other way
But what's dissolved ain't coming back today
Close your eyes and wish that it were
Close your eyes and wish that it were
Axilla axilla axilla axilla
Never understood what my body was for
That's why I always leave it layin out on the floor
The shape a curiosity
Where different faces fit before
And tracing my image in the sand
To pass the time from slip to fall
The line I trace begins to weave
A tangled web from wall to wall
Lifeboy
Swinging on the lifeline, fraying bits of twine
Entangled in the remnants of the knot I left behind
And asking you to help me make it finally unwind
But God never listens to what I say
God never listens to what I say
And you don't get a refund if you overpray
And when the line is breaking and when I'm near the end
When all the time spent leading I've been following instead
When all my thoughts and memories are left hanging by a thread
repeat chorus
Stranded on this slender string
The minutes seem to last a lifetime
Dangling here between the light above
And blue below that drags me down
repeat chorus
Sample in a Jar
It's hidden far away but someday I may tell
The tale of metal tangle when into your world I fell
Without you now I wander soaking secretly afraid
'Cause in your grasp the fears don't last and some of them have stayed
I wheeled around because I didn't hear what you had said
And saw you dancing with Elihu up on Leemor's bed
And I was foggy rather groggy, you helped me to my car
The binding belt enclosing me, a sample in a jar
And on the market stands unfolding with all their willies and their wares
I shuffle by alert but numb to all the glances and the glares
And I think of you unheeding all the times I raise my cup
It's now I know that you knew that I'd soon end up end up
chorus
You tricked me like the others and now I don't belong
The simple smiles and good times seem all wrong
Wolfman's Brother
Well it was many years ago now but I really can't be sure
That's when it all began then I heard that knock upon my door
And the wolfman's brother
The wolfman's brother
Came down on me
The telephone was ringing, that's when I handed it to Liz
She said, "This isn't who it would be if it wasn't who it is"
repeat chorus
So I might be on a side street or a stairway to the stars
I hear the high pitched cavitation of propellers from afar
repeat chorus
So with meaningless excitement and smooth atonal sound
It's like a cross between a hurricane and a ship that's run aground
repeat chorus
Scent of a Mule
Kitty Malone sat on a mule,was riding in style
When suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard's breaking
Kity felt laser beams being fired at her head
She said, "I hate laser beams
And you never done see me askin'
For a UFO in Tomahawk County"
Well she kicked the mule and it walked the path
And the aliens fired from behind
Till she stopped the mule and she kicked the rump
And the big old mule took a big old dump
Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go
Take your laser beams away
Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go
You better stop that laser game
Or you'll smell my mule
She felt the fire against her neck and it saddened her to feel it burn
When suddenly, like the sound of a breeding Holstein
Kitty said, "Stop, we ain't lookin' for fightin'
In Tomahawk County."
A little guy from the UFO
Came on out and said his name was Joe
She said, "Come on over for some lemonade
Just follow me now with the whole brigade"
repeat chorus
They walked into her cabin shack, they had never seen a southern home
And they liked it, better than their UFO
They liked it, they really liked it
They said, "Here's a place of elegance
Here we shower ourselves in lightness"
repeat chorus
Dog Faced Boy
I can't spare a moment for the dog faced boy
I won't lend another hand to the worm girl of Hanoi
Don't deplete my oxygen for the guy who's turning blue
But ask me, and I'll do anything for you
Whenever I think of you it only makes me feel sad
Whenever I think of you, the best friend I ever had...
Before I gave it up all for nothing
Well, I lied and I cheated
And it made me feel bad
It made me feel guilty for not being true
Oh the months I spend trying for a way to explain
In teh end all I could do as turn my head in shame
Whenever I think of you it only makes me feel sad
Because you deserve better and once I was it
But somehow my good intentions just got up and git
Demand
You may as well keep your belly full
For the time may come when you'll rely on the layer of fat
That separates you from the rabid dog and the common fly
To a less demanding place on your spine
I feel you shift my weight around
I squirm and roll beneath your flesh
Just like the guy you met in town
He's yelling at the parking lot
Throwing beer cans down the stairs
Driving home to Mom and Dad
To spend a weekend with no cares
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 grinThere ain't no time to stash the gumboOr rattle around in a cageThe sacrificed child's made bubblesAnd spittle is everywhere enragedIn a hot sand or in a my feetThey're blistered and caked with debrisChez rolez is guarding the tote boardWhile 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
Slave to the Traffic Light
Original: Alek Grabinski <alek_grabinski@ccm.sc.intel.com>Slave to the traffic lightSlaveSee the city, see the zooTraffic light won't let me through
Simple
Original: Chad Danner (danneca@okra.millsaps.edu)We've got it simple,Cause we've got a band.And we've got cymbals in the band.We've got it simple,Cause we've got a band.And we've got cymbals in the band.What is a band without cymbals?Ooh Ooh cymbals are grand.We've got a saxophone,Cause we've got a band.And we've got saxophone in the band.We've got a saxophone,Cause we've got a band,And we've got saxophone in the band.What is a band without saxophone.Ooh Ooh saxophone is grand.Cymbals and saxophones,saxophone and cymbals. (2x)We've got Be-bop,Cause we've got a band,And we play Be-bop in the band.We've got skyscrapers,And it seems a pretty tune.Every band needs skyscrapers, too.What is a band without skyscraper.Ooh Ooh skyscraper is grand.Sim-Bop & Be-BophoneSky-Balls & Sax-Scraper
Harry Hood
Original: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
Harry! Harry! Where do you go when the lights go out (3x)
Harry! Harry! Where do you go?
Thank you Mr. Miner (5x)
Thank you Mr. Hood
I can feel good (I feel good) about Hood! (4x)
You can feel GOOD!
Alumni Blues
Original: Jonathan Baumgartner (J_BAUMGARTNE@unhh.unh.EDU)
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 bed
My 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!"
Well I'm alright (he's alright) (x9)
'cause I got a degree!
Escaping through my window
There's a policeman on the lawn outside my home (x2)
I opened my mouth to scream but my throat was full of foam
So I'm sittin' in this cell
My fortune dwindled to a thimble full of filth (x2)
I may spend the rest of my life in jail but at least it's got a floor!
chorus
Avinu Malkenu
Original: Ezekial Vaughn (evaughn@skidmore.EDU)
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
Axilla
Original: PIMBRES1%ITHACA.BITNET@cornellc.cit.cornell.edu
I dropped the buzzard in the sand and trudged off slowly toward the town,
I needed dinner and a place where I could throw my weight around,
I detected faint axilla scent that put me off my appetite,
But mouflon warring where I went renewed in me a need to fight,
Then reveling in mirror mask I soon was lost in foggy ditch,
Without a feather gray or white to tickle that piano witch,
Fearing that I must expose my worm to holographic haze,
My Clinometer error rose and spawned in her new mawkish ways,
I woke the witch with reverence reserved for serpents, snails, and slugs,
I pulled the witch from out the ditch and turned to face the furry thugs,
The sheep they smiled with teeth agleam,
The weapons in their hooves revolved I detected a prostatic ream,
I gulped and felt my loins dissolve!!!!!!!!!
Big Black Furry Creature from Mars
Original: robinson@ups.edu
[Taken from 5-25-88]
When I get home from work, what do I do?
I try to kill you!
When I get home from work, what do I do?
I try to kill you!
And why would I try to kill you?
Because you're a...
Big black furry creature from Mars (4x)
When we go out to eat, what do I do?
I try to kill you!
When we go out to eat, what do I do?
Oh, I am killing you!
Now why would I go and do that?
Because you're a...
Big black furry creature from Mars (4x)
I'm runnin, I'm runnin from you
I'm runnin, I'm runnin!
And what causes me to run?
Cause you're a...
Big black furry creature from Mars (12x)
Billy Breathes
Original: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
[Ed note: I only have one copy of this song and the lyrics get a little lost. I know that there are errors, so if you can figure them out better than I could, tell me about it!]
Time agrees, or pick up screams alone above the square
Oh, sing softly.
Above the trees where Billy Breathes we float upon the air
Woah
Softly sing sweet songs (3x)
Time, it seems, emotion beams, I'll wake you when we're there
Oh, sing softly
Time, it seems, in broken dreams, to sleep beside the stair
Woah
Softly sing sweet songs
Blue and Lonesome
Original: Preston Landers (planders@mail.utexas.edu)
The lonesome sound of a train goin' by
Makes me want to stop and cry
I recall the day it took you away
I'm blue and I'm lonesome too.
Whn I hear that lonesome whistle blow
Well I want to pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of a train goin' by
Makes me want to stop and cry.
In the still of the night in the pale moonlight
The wind did blow and sigh
These awful blues I just can't loose
I'm blue and I'm lonesome too.
When I hear that lonesome whistle blow
Well I want to pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of the train goin' by
Makes me want to stop and cry.
I'm blue and I'm lonesome too.
Brother
From:ROBINSON@UPS.EDU
Whoa!Whoa!Whoa!
Somebody's jumping in the tub with your brother (2x)
Whoa!Whoa!Whoa!
Somebody's definitely jumping in the tub with your brother (2x)
Somebody's definitely jumping in the tub with your brother
Jumping in the tub with your cousin
Somebody's definitely jumping in the tub with your brother
Uncle!
Somebody's jumping in the tub with your brother!
Somebody's jumping in the tub with your mother!
Whoa!Whoa!Whoa!
Buffalo Bill
Original: Alek Grabinski (alek_grabinski@ccm.hf.intel.com)
"Looking for owls?" the young man asked
Hoping to lighten the tension
And the scowl he received as his only reply
Made him smile as he relived the mention
And the coward fool walked on alone
Quite proud of the fear he instilled
And later they found him, tied to a log
Bent over and buffalo billed
Carolina (or Carolina On My Mind)
From: robinson@ups.edu
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina, Carolina
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning
No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when I meet her in the morning
Where the morning glory
Twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the morning
Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, in the morning
If I had Aladdin's lamp
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning
Colonel Forbin's Ascent Narrative
[Taken from 5-2-92]
From: Anthony Sirna (sirna@xenon.stanford.EDU)
Somewhere, far away from this building far away from all these people far away from this city far away from this whole state, this whole country, and the riots going on and everything. If you'll just imagine yourself lifting off the ground right now with us and the whole building just opening up, up above our heads and all the people just slowly floating slowly lifting up off the ground up into the air and up into the clouds until you can see the mountains and the city down below. Going up a little higher and higher and higher and higher and higher, your getting up higher, just floating, floating up above the earth. Then you start going forward now you're not just going up but you're going forward. The clouds are splitting slowly behind you and you've got gray clouds on either side of you and then
they start to split open and now there's nothing but blackness in front of you and stars. And you're floating forward, your moving forward the whole group of people are moving forward and you're floating through space and through time. There moving through time and then you look down below you, you start to see shapes taking form below you brown green shapes, and you feel yourself dropping back down and you look below you and you see this one shape over here is a mountain a huge mountain and as you get closer it starts to look bigger and bigger and over on your left there's a green patch its a huge forest floating off in the distance and on the third side there's a green field that goes straight off into the distance the other way.
And you start to come down, and you're comin down and you look and you see the mountain and now the mountain is looming before you, a huge mountain bigger than you've ever seen before. And as you look you see on the side of the mountain you look closely and you see a tiny speck and you realize this is not just a tiny speck... This tiny speck is this tiny speck is Col. Forbin!
Col Forbin is climbing up the mountain and as we come down, on your left you see a revolutionary's camp. And you start to realize that this is the revolutionary camp. These people are trying to overthrow the evil King Wilson. This whole area used to be a beautiful beautiful lush natural area and the people used to live in peace and harmony with nature but the evil King Wilson came and enslaved the people, he stole their book the Helping Friendly Book and he hid it in the highest tower of his castle. And right now Colonel Forbin seeing the failure of the revolution is doing the last thing that he thinks is possible. He's climbing up this huge mountain, way bigger than K2 or Everest this is the biggest mountain there's ever been in the history of time and the entire universe. He's been climbing for days weeks jagged cliffs climbing up rocks falling below he's starving hungry but he needs to get to the top because he wants to find... the Great and Knowledgeable... the great and knowledgeable one... [Icculus music starts]
He needs to find, hew needs to find this great man. He's climbing the mountain to find a great man because this great man changed his life and he changed our life (ooooh oooh ooooh) and this great man can change your life.(oooh ooooh ) Someday I hope that you too will discover this great man, because he wrote a great book (ooooh ooh ) This man wrote the Helping Friendly Book, and this is the book and this is the book that contained all the knowledge inherent in the universe. We read this book, and we learned...the way to a better life. And I hope, I hope deep down that someday, you all will read this great book, and learn the way to a greater life.
WE SHOWED THIS BOOK TO OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR LIVES HAVE CHANGED FOR THE BETTER WE SHOWED THIS BOOK TO COLONEL BRUCE HAMPTON AND THE AQUARIUM RESCUE UNIT. THEY USED TO BE A FEEBLE BLUEGRASS BAND UNTIL THEY READ THIS GREAT BOOK AND NOW LOOK AT THEM! THEY READ THE BOOK AND THAT'S WHY COLONEL FORBIN IS LOOKING FOR THIS GREAT SPIRIT ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN CAUSE HE IS THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE, HE IS THE AUTHOR OF THE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK
YOU GOT TO READ THE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK.
YOU GOT TO READ THE BOOK
YOUR LIVES WILL CHANGE
YOUR LIVES ARE NOTHING BUT A HUDDLE OF NO GOOD
YOU GOT TO READ THE BOOK!!!!!!!!
YOU GOTTA READ THE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK!!!!!!!!!!
CAUSE IT'S WRITTEN BY THE GREAT, THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE
THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE AUTHOR OF THE HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK
THE GREAT
THE SPIRITUAL
THE INCREDIBLE
THE FANTASTIC
IT'S BY THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE
ICCULUS!!!!!!!
WRITTEN BY THE GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE ICCULUS
YEAH! MY CHILDREN ARE OLD ENOUGH TO READ ICCULUS
A cold and lonely night
Running the pace of her fright
Look at her face tonight!
So Colonel Forbin is climbing up the mountain and he wants to get back the helping Friendly Book and the Helping Friendly book is right now being held by the evil king Wilson. If he can get the Helping Friendly Book back everyone can live in peace and harmony with nature forever. So Icculus comes out of the mountain and looks down at the great Colonel Forbin and he says, "Colonel Forbin I'm going to help you get the helping Friendly Book. I'm going to call on my friend the famous Mockingbird." He's gonna fly down out of the sky circle around and lands on Icculus's shoulder and Icculus says "Famous Mockingbird, fly to the castle of the evil King Wilson, steal the Helping Friendly Book and bring it back to the people of Gamehendge so that they can live in peace and harmony with nature forever." So here he comes now the Helping Frie...Er.. the Famous Mockingbird.
Colonel Forbin's Ascent Narative
[Taken from 5-17-92]
Original: David "ZZYZX" Steinberg
I look out here in front of all you people, I see that you're all standing on this rink. And when you walked in here, this rink had cement underneath the floor, but as we played the first three songs, unbeknownst to all you standing out there the ice has slowly crept 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 the walls on the outside are slowly starting to disappear, this sheet of ice goes off into infinity in every direction. And up above you, there's nothing but black sky drifting off into space. And down below you, through the clear ice, there's nothing but black sky drifting. And this sheet of ice is just going through infinity. And you're all standing on a little clump on the ice as it 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 lift and tilt.
And we feel the ice tilting. And the plane is moving beneath your feet. And you see a grid coming across the ice and the whole plane starts to tilt. And you're trying to hang on but slowly your feet start to slip. And the plane is tilting higher and higher, the angle is getting higher. And you can't hang on, and you start to slide. And you slide off the edge of the ice. And you're going down. And your head's [??? can't understand next
three words], and all of a sudden, you shoot off the edge into the void.
And you're just floating through the void now. And you see the ice disappearing off into the distance. And now it's just black stretching; you're surrendering to the void, Cloyde (?). And you float through the, float through the blackness you start to see a
tiny speck materializing in the distance. And you realize that this tiny speck, even though it's a tiny little speck, it's still got some gravitational pull. And since that's the only thing in space around you, you sloooowly start to drift towards it. And as you drift toward it, it starts to get a little bit bigger. And it turns into what looks like a tiny stone in the distance. And the closer you get to it, you realize it's got more gravitational pull than you thought. And you get closer and it starts to grow and you realize it's actually a planet off in the distance, but there's nothing around to reference it against so it just looks like a tiny speck. But by this point you realize you really, it's starting to get bigger fast.
You're going towards it. You're flying down. Suddenly you're breaking into the atmosphere. You're burning through the (?). You start to get hotter as the atmosphere is burning your body. You're blazing down. You're blazing down. And suddenly the chute
opens...
And now you're floating down with a parachute. And you're floating down, you don't know where you are, but you look down on the ground and you see a huge forest, drifting out into the distance. And you see a huge green field from the edge of the forest going off into the other direction. And the center of it all, the hugest mountain you've ever seen in your life. And you realize that... you're... in GAMEHENDGE.
And you float down, and slowly the mountain gets bigger and bigger as you get down next to it. You look up at the mountain next to you. It's a huge mountain and going up into the sky. Bigger than anything you've ever seen before. And on the corner of the mountain, 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 FORBIN
Colonel Forbin is climbing up the mountain. No one's ever climbed up the mountain before because it's so high. You need tanks of oxygen. And Colonel Forbin's arms are grabbing roots, they're grabbing roots, they're grabbing the ROOT DOC.
And they're pulling up, and it's getting higher and higher and you know in your heart, that Colonel Forbin, the only reason he would brave... climbing the huge mountain would be to find the great and knowledgeable ICCULUS
And as he climbs up, you see the mountain start to quake and vibrate, boulders tumbling down around Colonel Forbin's head, but he knows he's got to make it, so he hangs on to roots, he's hanging on to roots, he's hanging on to the Root Doc. And the Root Doc pulls him up. And he's stands up on a little ledge. And slowly, the mountain starts to take the shape of the face of the great and knowledgeable Icculus. And Colonel Forbin looks up at Icculus and he says, "Icculus. I've climbed the mountain to find you because I need you. I need you to help me get the HELPING FRIENDLY BOOK. Because the Helping Friendly Book will bring peace and harmony to all the Lizards people of Gamehendge who are now enslaved by the evil KING WILSON who lives in that castle over there. And he's taken the Helping Friendly Book from them and hidden it in his castle. So can you please help me?"
And Icculus looks down on him and he says, "Colonel Forbin, I can help you. I'm going to send for my friend, THE FAMOUS MOCKINGBIRD." And the Famous Mockingbird comes flying out of the sky, and lands on Icculus's shoulder. And Icculus says, "Famous Mockingbird. Fly off into the distance to the castle of the evil King Wilson. Steal the Helping Friendly Book back. Bring it to the people of Gamehendge so they can live in peace and harmony with nature." So here he comes now, The Famous Mockingbird..
Cracklin' Rosie
By: Neil Diamond
Yea, 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 be
Hitchin' on a twilight train,
Ain't nothin' here that I care to take along,
Maybe a song to sing when I'm long,
Don't mean to say please, said old man, I'm happy too.
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!
chorus
[in Fishman's version:]
Bah, bah bah bah bah.
Bah, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Bah bah bah bah
Bah, bah bah bah bah
Bah, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah BAH
The Curtain
Original: robinson@ups.edu
[Editor's Note: It's controversial because it doesn't make much sense, but the correct line is "Please me have no regrets". Punctuation is left up to the reader.]
As he saw his life run away from him
Thousands ran along
Chanting words from a song
"Please me have no regrets"
"Please me have no regrets"
Came from the baby's mouth
We follow the lines going south
"Please me have no regrets"
Came from the,came from the,came from the... baby's mouth!
We follow the line going south!
Daniel Saw the Stone
Original: Richard J Callahan (pholk@well.sf.ca.us)
Here are some lyrics for "Daniel Saw the Stone," transcribed from a version of the song by the Golden Gate Quartet on their "Swing Down, Chariot" album. It is a traditional song. There are some differences between this version and the Phish version, mainly in terms of verses sung. Also, Trey sings "used on the mountain" where it sounds like the Golden Gate Quartet sing "hewed out [of] the mountain," but it's hard to tell...
Oh Daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Daniel saw the stone that came rolling through Babylon
Daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
'Cause now if these wings should fail me
Lord, I want to hitch on another pair
Oh Jesus was the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Jesus was the stone that came rolling through Babylon
Jesus was the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Oh, well the tree it was bending
Up in the heavenly land
Well, my God spoke unto the Holy Ghost
He said, "Come on and let's make man"
I'm looking for the stone that was hewed out the mountain
I'm looking for the stone that came rolling through Babylon
I'm looking for the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Well, now, early in the morning the trumpet's gonna sound
The dead and Christ is gonna rise
Well, if you ain't got good religion
Lord, then hell you'll open your eyes
I found that stone that was hewed out the mountain
I found the stone that came rolling through Babylon
I found the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
The main difference between this version and Phish's version is that Phish only uses the first verse cited here ("meet me, Jesus, meet me"). The other verse that Trey sings (the only other verse) is this:
Well, I saw a weary traveler
He was walking on down the road
Well, I saw him later that evening
He was walking on down that road
[followed by the "walk, walk, walk..." part]
Also, Phish does not change the chorus each time around, as the Golden Gate Quartet does, but instead sticks with "Daniel saw the stone..." as in the first chorus cited here
Dear Mrs. Reagan
Original: Alek Grabinski (alek_grabinski@ccm.hf.intel.com)
Dear Mrs. Reagan, I hope you're feeling well
Fighting drugs and abortion will keep you out of hell
Send in the troops, they'll shut the system down
Take away their leaders and replace them all with clowns
Out in the Rose Garden, time for a speech
Make up your face so it looks like a peach
Aw, Nancy dear, what shall I say?
Tell ole Ronnie it's all OK.
Oh Mrs Reagan, Mrs ReaganGun your husband downYou'll collect insuranceMake our country soundDear Mrs Reagan, gun your husband down,Save us from this awful fateGeorge Bush will be our next president!Dear Mr Reagan, your hair is really swellBuy another missile and damn the poor to hellPump up our resources,You'll make us strong abroadForeign country leadersKnow that you're a fraudOh Ron, you're such a patriotWe think that you're an idiotEverybody's singing this timeOh Mrs Reagan, Mrs Reagan, gun your husband down,Don't this let injustice reign,It's Ron you must uncrownOh Mrs Reagan, gun your husband downSend him out to pastureHis brain cannot be found
Destiny Unbound Modifications: Mike Gordon
Highway Bill's on the rotary still and he can't even feel the painOf a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulderthat cut him right across his veinNow he's suckin' cigar and 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 unboundShe's the one for me we gotta get outta townWe gotta get on the road, destiny unboundShe's the one for me we gotta get outta townHighway Jill was a daffodil with a cactus sense of prideAt the wheel of a tractor, she 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 wonderstruck when he climbed in her truckHe said "I've been havin' this everlasting itch
chorus
At first she was cold, she was ready to scoldThis guy from the pit with a thing in his headBut then she thought twice when he melted her iceWith his passionate eyes she was energized!She started the ignition and without permissionThe two of 'em flew down the dusty roadBut the road wasn't finished and the pavement diminishedThey soared off the edge and they plunged in the sludge
She said:There isn't even any road, our Destiny was boundWe were the ones for us but now we're in the ground(4x)
Dog Log (or Doggone Dog)Original: ROBINSON@UPS.EDU [I chose this version (12-7-91) because what Trey is saying to Marley between the verses is hilarious! His comments are in parentheses.Walkin cross a long, long, long, long, long, long, log(Just like you Marley!)Walkin cross a long, long, long, long, long, long, logI've been walkin cross a logI've been walkin with a dog dog dog(This ones for you Marley!)Walkin cross a long, long, long, long, long, long, log(Marley this ones for you, were checking this one for you Marley!)I've been walkin cross the logI've been wonderin where my dog done gone(Hey Marley, this ones for you man, This ones for you Marley, were singingthis one for you!)Stepped upon a long, long, long, long, long, long, log(Marley if you like this one roll over on your back!)Stepped upon a long, long, long, long, long, long, logStepped upon a log, walkin through the fog fog fog(Singing about you Marley, were singing for you!)Stepped upon a long, long, long, long, long, long, log(Were through with discussion, were singing this one for you Marley)Dog log is hereI knew if she was near, she was still sneezin(No were talking about here dog Marley)Its Holdsworth!Holdsworth!Holdsworth!Holdsworth!Walkin cross a long, long, long, long, long, long, log(Time for discussion, right here before the next lyric, discussion!)I've been walkin with a dog, dog, dog.(I saw Holdsworth sittin at the table)Walkin cross a long, long, long, long, long, long, log(Speakin to the Lord!)I've been walkin cross the log(I ran into Holdsworth!)Walkin cross the logI've been wonderin where Holdsworth done goneWhere's my dog gone?Where's my dog gone?Where's my dog gone?Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone GoneGone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone
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....
Free
Original: Ivan Troy (it002c@uhura.cc.rutgers.edu)
I'm floating in the blimp a lot, I feel the feeling I forgot
Of swimming weightless in the womb or bouncing gently around the room
In a minute I'll be free, and you'll be splashing in the sea
I feel no curiosity, I see the path ahead of me
In a minute I'll be free, and you'll be splashing in the sea
I hear a tiny cry as we go sliding by
Free
Free Birdoriginally performed by Lynyrd SkynyrdIf I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember meFor I must be traveling on now there's too many places I gotta see
And if I stay here with you girl, things just wouldn't be the sameFor I'm as free as a bird now and this bird you cannot changeand the bird you cannot changeand the bird you cannot change
Lord knows I can't change
Fuck Your Face
Original: Tom Benjamin (tomb@panix.com)
I went down to the guitar store and I bought myself some things
Then I went home to fix this guitar to see if it could sing.
When I got done I plugged it in but it made no sound at all.
So I was gettin' pretty pissed and I plugged it into the wall.
Guess it's not a signing type, it would rather yell and spit.
If you don't think you'll like this guitar then you're really askin' for shit!
`Cause when I get mad, I get red, and then I start to steam.
And this guitar is gonna fuck your face `cause it knows how to scream!
Hi, I'm Bill. I was the one who did the cover art for the Stone's Sucking in the 70's LP.
GuyuteOriginal: Thruk (thruk@aol.com)
Lyrics: Tom MarshallGuyute was the ugly pighe walked on me and danced a jigthat he had learned when he was sixhe laughed and did some other trickslike pulling weapons from his coatand holding them against my throathe lectured me in language strangeand scampered quickly out of rangeI'm bouncing like a newborn elfI can't remain inside myselfGuyute glances in my eyesand manages to hypnotizeme as I sleep the sleep of deathhe sucks from me my only breaththat I had breathed since I was tenI hope this happens once again
Ha Ha Ha
Original: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
[You mean, you really want to know? You can't be serious!]
Halley's Comet
Original: Alek Grabinski (Alek@best.com) Halley's Comet, I-said-a Halley's Comet
How could you know that I lived in a desperate world?How could you dream that we were all made out of stone?What is the truth, what is the faithful lasting proof?What is the central theme to this everlasting spoof?Knock on my windows, link up the chainsIt's gotta be easy, no splinters no painIt's Cadillac rainbows and lots of spaghettiAnd I love meatballs so you better be readyI'm going down to the central part of townI'm going down to the central part of townCentral part of town, I'm going downI'm going down to the central part of town["Halley's Comet" over doo-wop]What did I do? And don't be blamin' eat my cashew For everything I do to get the storyAnd everything I do to pull me inAnd everything I say to get the titleBut when they use it on me I reject itWhat would you do if you ate my daddy's shoes?What would you say if it was naturally for you?How would you feel if it rained on ???How would you like to have your thick strawberry goo?I'm sinking down, it's a glorious feelingTo make a big difference, my body is reelingEven Carl Sagan can't shine my shoes`Cause I know deep inside it's got to ??? (mighty fine something)I'm going down to the central part of townI'm going down to the central part of townI'm going down, central part of townI'm going down to the central part of town
Harpua (6/9/90)
Original: David Douglas McCallum (kcjonz@wam.umd.edu)[The song part of the tune doesn't vary all that much from version to version, but the story contained within certainly highlights different aspects in each telling that I've heard. This transcription was based on my favorite rendition, from the Wetlands, NYC 6-9-90. I *LOVE* Fishman's additions to the narration (seeing them in print doesn't do them full justice) and things get truly chaotic as Jimmy tells why he named his cat...why he called it...WHY IT HAS THE MONIKER OF...] "This next song is a story...and as with allgood stories, this story begins with an oom-pa-pa"- Trey, Molly's, Boston, 11-3-88Oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-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 time Far far away from here There, in a small town...a small town... small town...small...And on the outskirts of this town there lived a mean, nasty, furry, ugly hound named Harpua. Harpua roamed the outskirts of the town every day and he'd walk around looking for a little action. So of course this day was no different from any other day and here we start the story and we see Harpua walking around on the outskirts of town near the forest kind of at the edge of the forest and he's walking in toward town...Harpua walked toward the town...innocently...And meanwhile in the town...in a whole different part of the town there lived a young boy all alone in a suburban neighborhood and every day he'd sit in his room and sit on his little couch [AND SMOKE POT!]... he'd sit on his little couch and he'd listen to hisstereo...and he'd lay back and he'd look down next to him and he'd pet his favorite little [DOG!] furry little...oh, he loved his little...furry...thing that he pet every day while he listened to his stereo [while sitting on the couch] he'd pet his furry [thing on the couch] his furry...And he looked down and he said "I love to pet you, my little furry...thing that I ... I love you so much that I decided to name you this name that I love and so I named you...I love you so... that's why...that's why I pet you every day...that's why I named you...that's why when I first got you and I knew how much I loved you...I decided that I'd give you the name of... the moniker of...I'd call you...your name is... I DECIDED THAT YOUR NAME WOULD HAVE TO BE... I'D CALL YOU...YOUR GOING TO BE CALLED... I THINK YOUR NAME...I CALL YOU... YOU'D GO AS... AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!POSTER NUTBAG!!!!!!!!Poster Nutbag sat on the couch next to Jimmy... Poster Nutbag, the furry little kitty-cat Jimmy's pet sat next to Jimmy and he looked up at Jimmy...and on this particular day Poster Nutbag decided to go for a little walk so Poster Nutbag got up and walked toward the door and Jimmy went to the door and he opened up the door and Poster Nutbag went outside and he started walking across the yard.. and he walk onto the sidewalk and he started walking innocently down the street and he walked down the street and suddenly he found himself wandering... into a new part of town that he'd never been to...Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNAnd when he got there he was walking along and suddenly he rounded a corner and in front of him he saw...he saw Harpua...Harpua, the ugly dog from the beginning of the story...and they looked at each other...tension filled the air... there was going to be a nasty fight...Harpua saw Poster Nutbag and began to growl and let a hungry drop of saliva fall onto the floor... Poster Nutbag coiled his body into a deadly arch... the fight was about to begin...ARGAAAAAAAA!Look, the storm's gone...Dad [Mike]: Jimmy...Jimmy [Fish]: Yes, 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!!
Icculus
Original: ROBINSON@UPS.EDUTranscribed off of Junta rerelease
...We already played thatWe're going to lighten it up a bitWe're going to lighten it up a bitThis really isn't a stupid songThis is a special songThis is an important songThis is a dance songThis is.. THIS IS RED ROCKS...THIS IS THE EDGE!!!No really this is a song about...We want to get serious now that we have your attentionWe want to talk about..We want to talk about an important man (Diarrhea!-Mike)Who could have an important effectOn everybody in this room's livesIf they were willing to take the chanceTo let this person into their hearts and their viewsBecause this is a special man (Background OOOH's and AHH's begin here)And this man wrote a great bookFor this is the author of the Helping Friendly BookThe book that could change your life, the way it changed oursAnd I hope that somedayThat you, you people will all have the chanceTo read the Helping Friendly BookAnd experience the wisdomOf the great and knowledgeableMan who wrote the Helping Friendly BookBecause he is, the great and knowledgeableHe is the one, the onlyAuthor of the Helping Friendly BookHE is, the man, the great man, the onlythe specialHis name is...The Author of the Helping Friendly BookHe is the great, the knowledgeableThe one, the onlyThe great and knowledgeablePerson who wrote the Helping Friendly BookHis name could only beThe one, the onlyThe only, the special, the Author of the Helping Friendly BookHE WROTE THE FUCKING BOOK OK!HE WROTE THE BOOKHis name..WAS..ICCULUS!!!!!Written by the great and knowledgeable IcculusYa! Our children are old enoughTo read ICCULUS (or Ridicule us)A cold and lonely nightRunning the pace of her frightLook at her face tonight! I Didn't Know
Original: Gary Condon (gcondon@zia.aoc.nra.edu)
I didn't know, I didn't knowWell 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)If I Only had a Brainfrom "The Wizrd of Oz"
I 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 ?????????"
Kung
Original: LELLIOTT@UTCVM.UTC.EDU[Transcribed from Roxy Theatre, Atlanta, GA, 2.20.93. Editor's Note:Also includes the Vibration of Life. "Kung" is indented two spaces.]
What you are now experiencing is the Vibration of Life ladies and gentlemenYour head may be feeling heavySeven beats per second
Your nose lightThis will re-energize youYour eyes heavyYour nose lightYour eyes heavy Kung... Kung... Kung...
Your eyes may be feeling heavyYour nose lightYour eyes heavy Kung... Kung... Kung... Rich in minerals Rich in firth Carry well ye martin lad Fervent fourth Now Fervent fifth Forever arealm we cry Be it ever so Voraciously alternate We call upon your pulse Can we stand? Can we stare? We can stage a runaway golfcart marathon! Stand up Stand up Stand up on your heels and call From the hills From the hills
This may have made your eyes feel heavyYour nose lightYour eyes heavy
Language Instructions
Original: 92mdb@vax.cc.williams.eduThere 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 immediately plays a four bar waltz stomp.6) music to "it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing): band cuts immediately 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).
Love YouAlso (incorrectly) known as "Honey Love" or "Love Ya"From: John Dorlon (JHD0725@ZEUS.TAMU.EDU)Transcribed from Syd Barrett's version (way slower than Fishman's!).Honey, love ya honey little honey bunny Sunday mornin'Love ya more funny love in the skyline babyIce cream 'scuse me I seen ya looking good the other evenin'.Oh, you dig it had to smile just an hourso if we're in love like I think we'll beIt ain't a long rhyme it took ages to thinkI think I'll hurl it in the water baby.(chorus)
Thinkin you are a nice little oneto put it all around you it's just goodI like itI like it.Hey Hey Hey suppose sometime that dayyou won't be swingin along over across to me.(chorus)Good time rocker woman, we'll stray our pieceslittle creepy we shine so sleepy so whoopie!That's how you look.
Loving Cuporiginal by the Rolling Stones (Jagger/Richards)
Original: Mark Walsh (mswalsh@cats.ucsc.edu)I'm the man on the mountain, come on upI'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mudYes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't startYes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitarGive me little drink from your loving cupJust one drink and I'll fall down drunkI'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sunI'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got noneWell, I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fightYou if you want to push and pull with me all nightGive me little drink from your loving cupJust one drink and I'll fall down drunkI feel so humble with you tonight, just sitting in front of the fireSee your face dancing in the flame, feel your mouth kissing me againWhat a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzzWhat a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzzOh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzzYes I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all tornBut I would love to spill the beans with you till dawnGive me little drink from your loving cupJust one drink and I'll fall down drunk
McGrupp and the Watchful HosemastersI've alternated my meager flockTo the shores of the Baltic SeaThe teeth of time have stowed the rhymeOf how things should beMy cave, my house, my turning wheelMy little docking pupThe march of Colonel ForbinAnd his fleet hound 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 rubber bandsThey 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 too much like DaveMIKE'S GROOVE[These songs are usually played in sequence, although 1993+ saw considerable deviation - see 2.20.93 or 12.30.93 for extreme examples!]Mike's SongTrapped 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'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' the groove.Me no are no nice guy (3x)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 guy (3x)I am Hydrogen
(Instrumental)Weekapaug GrooveTrying to make a woman match your movesAnd we're sharing in the Weekapaug groove
My Mind's Got a Mind of its OwnMy mind's got a mind of its ownIt takes me out a walkin' when I'd rather stay at homeTakes me out to parties when I'd rather be aloneMy 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 feel just like a leaf out in the wind.(chorus)I 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 burn myself on iceI can't count to one without thinking twice(chorus)I tell myself to do the things I shouldAnd then I get to thinkin' that them things ain't any good.I tell myself the truth but know I'm lying like a snakeYou can't walk on water at the bottom of a lake.
Nellie Kane
Original: Richard "Chip" Callahan (pholk@well.sf.ca.us)[Here are the words to "Nellie Kane" transcribed from the Hot Rize album, "Hot Rize". I'm not sure who wrote the song, or if it's traditional, or where Phish learned it from, but this is a start...]As a young man I went ridingOut on the western plainIn the state of North DakotaI met my Nellie KaneI met my Nellie KaneShe was living in a lonely cabinWith a son by another manFive years she had waited for himAs long as a woman canAs long as a woman canI don't know what changed my mindTil then I was the ramblin' kindThe kind of love I can't explainThat I had for Nellie KaneShe took me on to work that dayTo help her till the landIn the afternoon we planted seedsIn the evening we held handsIn the evening we held handsHer blue eyes told me everythingA man could want to knowAnd it was then I realizedI would never goI would never go(chorus)Now many years have gone byAnd her son has grown up tallI became a father to himAnd she became my allShe became my all
N.I.C.U.
Original: Darren Cokin (cokin@sfc.usc.edu) [The title of the song stands for "And I see you" from the last verse. On 3-6-93, Trey announced this song as "In an Intensive Care Unit" after they played it]Appendages flailing, you're running at meFerocious, tenaciously clawing at meThe devious gelatin holding me fastMiraculous now you let me move pastOver the wall rushing rivers of sleazeThe tips of stalactites incising my kneesA slipper, a sand dollar day at the shoreNice evening at home that I dread even moreWould you pleaseMake clear to meI'm peering out through your opacityThough you rehearseTomorrow's verseForgive me if I don't sing in your keyLook back on those days when my life was a hazeThe gelatin lay on a truncated sleighCopernicus drank from a vessel that stankThe free masons crank to the overflow tankBane of the weasel, for biding his funJump on the turnstile and watch me go 'roundSwim with the cactus and float with the stoneI try to convey what you strive to condoneDa da, da da, da-da, da da dooDa da, da da, da-da, da da dooDa da, da da, da-da, da da da-da da da da da doWould you pleaseMake clear to meI'm peering out through your opacityThough you rehearseTomorrow's verseForgive me if I don't sing in your keyWould you please (In all that dust and stone)Make clear to me (Andwhen you see me)Why nothing is the first thing that I see (???possibly "Don't Go")And if you do (In all that dirt and stone)And I see you (And when you see me)Then you will be the nothing left for me (???possibly "Don't Go")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,'Cuz 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,'Cuz 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,'Cuz 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 was Tree Cafe, Portland ME 11/3/89.)
Old Home Place
Original: Ivan Troy (it002c@uhura.cc.rochester.edu)
It's been ten long years since I left my home in the hollow where I was born
Where the cool fall nights make the woods smell right and the fox hunter blows him horn
I fell in love with a girl from the town, I thought that she would be true
I ran away to Charlottsville and worked in a sawmill or two
What have they done to the old home place?
Why did they tear it down?
And why did I leave the plow in the field and look for a job in the town?
Now the girl ran off with somebody else, tarriffs took all my pay
And here I stand where the old home stood before they took it away
Now geese fly south and the cold wind blows as I stand here and hang my head
I lost my love and lost my home, and now I wish that I was dead
(chorus)
Paul and Silas
[also known as "Hall in Solace" or "Hall and Solace" - Trey started singing it "correctly" in 1992]Paul and Silas bound in jail ALL NIGHT LONG (3x)Who shall deliver Poor Me?Paul and Silas prayed in jail ALL NIGHT LONG (3x)Who shall deliver Poor Me?Lightning crashed and thunder rolled ALL NIGHT LONG (3x)Who shall deliver Poor Me?Jailer cried what must I do ALL NIGHT LONG (3x)Who shall deliver Poor Me?Paul and Silas bound in jail ALL NIGHT LONG (3x)Who shall deliver Poor Me? (2x)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
Prince Caspian
Original: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves (3x)
Oh, to be Prince Caspain,
With nothing to return to but the demons in their caves.
Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves (3x)
Oh, to be Prince Caspian,
and the children in the fields are sewing seed and chaffing wheat
Oh, to be Prince Caspian with stumps instead of feet.
Oh, to be Prince Caspian! (8x)
Oh...
Punch You in the Eye
Original: David Douglas McCallum (kcjonz@wam.umd.edu)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 gray 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]
Rockytop
Original: ST101137@Brownvm.brown.eduWish 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.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,Reckon 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.(chorus)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.(chorus)
Runaway Jim
From: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 twelve years old when his trip began, (Runaway, runaway, runaway)Hauling down the highway in my old sedan. (Runaway, runaway, runaway.)Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway JimNow 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)Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway JimBy the time he came home he was seventeen. (Runaway, runaway, runaway)That's a hundred nineteen to you and me. (Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway JimNow I'm gonna go up to the mountain. (Runaway, runaway, runaway)Singing for Jim who's swimming in the fountain. (Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway JimThe 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)* or "Cause I knew I'd be with him on the other side"
Sanity
Modified: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
Sanity never came my way. (Came his way)Sanity never came my way. (His way)I don't know what I'll do today. (Way)'Cause 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 trespass anywhere. (A-ny-where)You can trespass anywhere. (Ny-where)Where you go, you'd better beware (Be-ware)You can trespass 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! (Stars 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!)You can save the whales, you can save the toads. (Toads)But I don't care if the world explodes.BANG! BOOM!
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
Sleeping Monkey
Original: Michael E Powers (mep43562@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu)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 outsideAnd flag a weasel for a ride,And take it on down to the shoreWallowing in fear,The days and weeks that you're not here,Was all the waiting in vain?The day that you arrivedMy sleeping monkey is revived,But you sent him home on the trainHome on the train,Why'd you send my monkey on a train?The day that you arrived,My sleeping monkey is revived,But you sent him home on the train
Strange Design
Original: Ivan Troy (ut002c@uhura.cc.rochester.edu)
I'm needing lest restraint before
I'm needing to hit the lights and close the door
I'm fine, I'm fine cause I'm...
Dripping in this strange design
None is yours and far less mine
Hold the wheel, read the sign
Keep the tires off the line
Just relax, you're doing fine
Swimming in this real thing I call life
Can I bring a few companions on this ride?
I'm feeling, my heart's not beating anymore
I'm feeling. it's alright, this happened once before
I'm fine, I'm fine cause I'm...
(chorus 2x)
Suzie GreenbergOriginal: Mark Hays (hays@math.arizona.edu) Little Suzie Greenberg with her head caved inSoon will let me drown beneath the undertowYou better put that woman in a loony bin'Cause you know I'd really like to be a part of her showSuzie is an artist, she paints quite a lotAn artist she may be but a genius she is notShe says she wants to be a sociologistBut she better first get checked by a neurologistSuzie, Suzie, Suzie, SuzieSuzie, Suzie Greenberg
Suzie's 'bout as faithful as a slot machinePays off once in a while but then she'll rob you cleanShe's always afraid that she's not sure what she's worthShe's out of her mind and she's not of this earthThe woman walks the streets like she's the queen of the townDoesn't talk very much, she's very profoundLittle Suzie Greenberg always playing the gameBut today I'll bet she's probably forgotten my name
Taste
Original: Ivan Troy (it002c@uhura.cc.rochester.edu)
Modifications: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
[Ed. note: This version of the song was only played during the 1995 summer tour. In the fall, the music was put to new words and was entitled "The Fog that Surrounds". In Madison, WI, sometime in October of the 1995 Fall tour, the two songs were merged together into the form that was used up to the end of the year.]
I'm up and I will take what you give
And I'm here but I want you to live with me
`Cause all I want is a taste for free
I'm down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
Cause I can't see through the light (2x)
I'm down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
I'm out and I will stay here alone and without
Someone controlled by the phone and TV
`Cause what it's doing to me is fine
(chorus)
I'm up and I will take what you give
And I'm here but I want you to live with me
`Cause all I want is a taste for free
I'm out and I will stay here alone and without
Someone controlled by the phone and TV
`Cause what it's doing to me is fine
(chorus 2x)
Theme From the Bottom
Original: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top
I live upon morsels you happen to drop
And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup
If nothing comes down then I'm forced to swim up.
On the way upwards, the colours come back
But all along the bottom is blue, grey, and black
the darkness is cold and perception goes wrong
And the night seems to go on incredibly long
So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
Don't you see anything you'd like to try?
Pantomime mixtures of heaven and earth
Jumbled events that have less than no worth
Time in the forest to dig under rocks
Or sleep in the ocean afloat in a box.
We'll sink just below all the churning and froth
Or swim to the light source or fly like a moth
So toss away stuff you don't need in the end
But keep what's important and know who's your friend
So I ask you why if I'm swimming by,
Don't you see anything that you'd like to try?
Timber Ho!
Original: Ivan Troy (it002c@uhura.cc.rochester.edu)
Modifications: J.R. Trimpe (trimpeja@acm.msu.edu)
I'm gonna pull this timber `fore the sun go down
Get it `cross the river `fore the bars come down
Drag it on down that dusty road
Come on Jerry, let's dump this load
I said "Timber, ho!", timber, woah this timber's gotta roll
I said "Timber, ho!", timber, woah this timber's gotta roll
My old Jerry was an Arkansas mule
Been everywhere and he ain't no fool
Weighed nine hundred and twenty-two
Done everything a poor mule can do
(chorus)
Jerry's shoulders stood six foot tall
Pulled more timber than a freight could haul
Workin' heavy old Jerry got sore
Pulled so much he couldn't pull no more
(chorus)
The boss said "Jerry" and it made him jump
Jerry ran and kicked the boss on the rump
My old Jerry was a cool mule
Had it been me I woulda killed that fool
Boss tried to shoot old Jerry in the head
Jerry took that bullet and he stomped him dead
Stomped that boss til he heard him scream
Sure don't care he was so damn mean
(chorus 2x)
Tube
Original: Rob Margesson (margessonr@axe.humboldt.edu)Modified by: David Douglas McCallum (kcjonz@wam.umd.edu)An asteroid crashed and nothing burnedIt made me wonderDo tigers sleep in lily patches?Doctor, mine does run for thunder.I got an ache in my left earI felt the truth but I still could hear.Made me think, I would not be burned,but rather give myself to science,I felt that I could helpTo science, I felt that I can helpParanoid the doctor ran,Shouting his graphic translationAll out of orderGang wars and ails of riches,Spewing forth their colorHe purposely waited till I was doneTo knock on the lavatory doorAccusing me of ruining the fun,He knocked on it some moreThe fun, He knocked on it some more.And alloy suitors were all insideAn apple or a grapeTo put forth a cloud of MercuryIn front of a mighty carOn a freeway in Los AngelesOnce the spraying has been done'Cause there's more pain from necessityYou're a portrait of your past,There's a mummy in the cabinet.Are there no more arrows left?
What's that rubber bottle doing here?How's that napkin for a proofTen cents to a dollar nowFor a shelf of pregnant earsRobert Palmer is applaudedagain, again, againSo stupendous, living in this tube.
Uncle Pen(by Bill Monroe)Original: Fielding L. Logan III (flogan@liberty.uc.wlu.edu)Oh, the people would come from far and away,They'd dance all night 'till the break of day,When the caller would holler "Do-si-do,"You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. Late in the evening about sun down,High on the hill and above the town,Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it'd ring,You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.Oh, he played an old piece he called Soldier's Joy,And he had one he called Boston Boy,The greatest of all was Ginny Lyn,To me that's where the fiddlin begin.(chorus)Oh, I'll never forget that mournful day,When Uncle Pen was called away,They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow,You knew it was time for him to go.(chorus)
Ya Mar(by 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, lookin' very proudYou used to wear a piece of cloth tied around your headNow she looks so good, wanna love you deadDon't ask her what it was, tell her what it is (2x)Sing the song now:Ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar, ya mar,ya mar, you no good pah
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