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 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 Phish Index You Enjoy Myself Boy Man God Shit Boy man Boy man Wash uffitze drive me to firenze Phish Index 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. Phish Index 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 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 Phish Index 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 Phish Index 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 Phish Index 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 She purity in Gamehendge. After listening to the sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the center of the forest. The root is believed to contain the spirit of Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. After eating the root, they venture into a vast field at sundown. The field is deep green, and stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. In the center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. They climb the rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night sky. ) Phish Index David Bowie David Bowie UB 40 Phish Index

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