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 Taboot Llama, Taboot Taboot Trigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedes I start to run It was the loudest thing I'd ever heard And I knew my time had come To enter the delta Leave it on press Leave it on press Depress, Depress Llama, Taboot Taboot Leave it on press Depress, Depress Llama, Taboot Taboot Llama, Taboot Taboot Llama, Taboot Taboot Taboot Taboot Taboot Taboot Taboot Phish Index CavernYour 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 [(original lyrics - from 4.22.90) 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 * or "a penile erector" (4.22.90, 10.31.90), or "a picture of Nectar" Whatever you do take care of your shoes Phish Index Poor HeartYou won't steal my poor heart again You won't steal my poor heart again You won't steal my tape recorder I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen You won't steal that thing again I didn't even know your name or what was your game But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame I wanna know if you stole mine It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blame Your life will never be the same I can't track you anymore Detective work has sure become a bore So tell me what you did with it And stop this shit, give up yourself Before they come knockin' at your door You won't steal my poor heart again You won't steal my poor heart again When I feel the blade of that Cupid sword I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen You won't steal that thing again You won't steal my poor heart again Phish Index StashI'm pulling the pavement from under my nails I brush past a garden, dependent on whales The sloping companion I cast down the ash Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew Police in a corner, gunnin' for you Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat Laugh when they shoot you, say "Please don't do that" Control for smilers can't be bought The solar garlic starts to rot Was it for this my life I sought? Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Maybe so and maybe not (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Control for smilers can't be bought (Maybe so and maybe not) The solar garlic starts to rot (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Was it for this my life I sought? (Maybe so and maybe not) Phish Index Manteca( Written by Dizzy Gillespie and Gil Fuller ) Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my, Crab in my, Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my shoemouth Crab in my, Crab in my, Crab in my shoemouth Phish Index Guelah PapyrusAboard 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 ( Guelah ( The Fly )) 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 Phish Index GlideAnd 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 Phish Index TweezerWon't you step into the freezer Seize her with a tweezer Won't you step into the freezer Tease her with a tweezer It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold Won't you step into the freezer Please her with a tweezer Won't you step into the freezer Please her with a tweezer It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold It's gonna be cold cold cold cold cold Look who's in the freezer Uncle Ebenezer Phish Index The Mango SongSpasm 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 Phish Index Chalk Dust TortureCome 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 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 Phish Index 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 Phish Index Tweezer RepriseWon'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 Phish Index |
