I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say mailed it off to your address you'll get it pretty soon unless the packaging begins to break and all the points I tried to make are tossed with thoughts into a bin time leaks out my life leaks in you won't find moments in a box and someone else will set your clocks I took a moment from my day wrapped it up in things you say and mailed it off to you
I'd like to live beneath the dirt A tiny space to move and breathe Is all that I would ever need I wanna live beneath the dirt Where I'd be free from push and shove Like all those swarming up above Beneath their heels I'll spend my time I'll wriggle in the earth and dew And sometimes I will think of you And if you ever think of me Kneel down and kiss the earth And show me what this thought is worth. Lets all post Phish Lyricss!!!!
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
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 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 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 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
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.
Things have fallen down on me Heavy things I could not see When I finally came around Something small would pin me down When I tried To step aside I moved to where they'd hoped I'd be Vanessa calls me on the phone Reminding me I'm not alone I fuss and quake and cavitate I try to speak and turn to stone Tilly reaches through my vest To do the thing that she does best She probes and tears my ventricles And steals my one remaining breath Things have fallen down on me Heavy things I could not see When I finally came around Something small would pin me down When I tried To step aside I moved to where they'd hoped I'd be Stumbling as I fall from Grace She needs my vision to replace Her ailing sight throughout the night Leaving two holes in my face Mary was a friend I'd say Until one summer day She borrowed everything I own And simply ran away Things have fallen down on me Heavy things I could not see When I finally came around Something small would pin me down When I tried To step aside I moved to where they'd hoped I'd be
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 chorus: 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 died 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]
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" It's the wolfman's brother, The wolfman's brother Came down on me So I might be on a side street Or a stairway to the stars I hear the high pitched cavitation Of propellers from afar It's the wolfman's brother... Come down on me So with meaningless excitement And smooth atonal sound It's like a cross between a hurricane And a ship that's run aground It's the wolfman's brother Coming down on - coming down on me
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