Phish Album

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!

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Boy
Man
God
Shit
Boy man
Boy man
Wash uffitze drive me to firenze

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

[Chorus:]
AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
AC/DC Bag
DC Bag
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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

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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. G
Ood 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.

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 singing 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.

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.]

Slave to the traffic light
Slave
See the city, see the zoo
Traffic light won't let me through

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[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]

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Some guys once asked me what kind of a motion
His words were to
Of course it's a hamburger
One single large poffy bun with dots on it
Science asked me what the word was
I said, of course, the word is no...

It, nuvit, nuvit, nuvit, nuvit...
Weary, weary...
Word...

"Set the gearshift for the high gear
Of your soul, you've got to run like
An antelope out of control!"

Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da da da da da

Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da da da da da

The paintings of Marjorie Minkin
Have exploded into the world
The dynamic influctuous paintings
Always seem to fit perfectly
Into that empty space on your wall
The texture of a Minkin painting
Is so vividly intransient
That it seems to reach out
Into the room and grab you
The colors have been described as
Quote, More vibrant than any
sunset, Unquote
Fellow artists are often amazed
By Minkin's work

Sometimes the edge of a painting
Will grab me
Sometimes a corner,
And it will attempt to wrap me up
Often succeeding,
And suffucate me,
And then spit me out

Who would you say is the single
Main influence of Minkin's work?

The Ubiquitous Smokey

Marjorie's paintings are influenced
By her rautical philosphy of art

Some would say art is from within
You know, a spiritual thing
I don't buy that crap,
Not for a single second
I would have to say
Art is from without
A painting is like life
Not your life, not my life
In fact, not life at all

Who do you consider to be
Your main influence?

That would definitely be
Our family cat,
The Ubiquitous Smokey

Minkin's own mother
Has been an encouraging supporting
Source of encouragement and support

Mrs. Cherry,
How do you perceive
Your daughter's paintings?

I think they're absolutely stunning

Mom, can we go out and buy a
Marjorie Minkin painting, please?

After you eat your dinner!

Yes, you can buy your own painting,
Fresh from the Minkin studio
This month only,
Bite-sized paintings also available

Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da da da da da

Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da, Minkin
Da da da da da da da da da

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