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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Mike's Song > Simple > Weekapaug Groove | ||||
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| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-07-2002 @ 9:18 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00  | Indulge me. :-D Trapped in time and I don't know what to do These friends of mine, I can see right through You don't gotta tell me I don't gotta move 'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove No I'm no nice guy (Me no are no nice guy) No I'm no nice guy (Me no are no nice guy) No I'm no nice guy (Me no are no nice guy) I walk through the hallways inside my mind I chase the backbeat from behind Big dude in the doorway was blockin' my way He reached to grab me and this is what he said No I'm no nice guy (Me no are no nice guy) No I'm no nice guy (Me no are no nice guy) No I'm no nice guy (Me no are no nice guy) 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 a 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 Saxophones and cymbals 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 skyscrapers Ooh ooh skyscrapers is grand Sim-Bop & Be-Bophone Sky-Balls & Sax-Scraper Ooooooooooh Trying to make a woman match your moves Ooooooooooh And I'm sharing in the Weekapaug groove Trying to make a woman match your moves Ooooooooooh And I'm sharing in the Weekapaug groove Trying to make a woman match your moves Ooooooooooh And I'm sharing in the Weekapaug groove  This message was edited by Danked on 4-7-02 @ 11:14 PM | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-08-2002 @ 1:08 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Bah! Like I really need you bitches to keep my threads alive... Why do I sit and cry Without a reason I don't know why It's my soul It's my soul It's my soul people it's my soul If I should jump up and holler Without a reason, straight from the collar It's my soul It's my soul It's my soul people It's my soul Mamamamamamama soul It's my soul This message was edited by Danked on 4-8-02 @ 7:52 PM | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-08-2002 @ 7:43 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | 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 | ||||
| The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard | posted on 04-08-2002 @ 8:09 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | It's funny because you just got all excited when you saw someone else replied to your thread. HAHA hippie. You tell me that I'm better, You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her, You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference, Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done? | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-08-2002 @ 9:20 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Boy Man God Shit Boy man Boy man Wash uffitze drive me to firenze | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-09-2002 @ 12:10 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | I come from the land where the oceans freeze Spent three long months on the open seas Paddled 'til it seemed I could take no more When my ship hit ground on Prussia's shores How was I to know that day That the winds had swept me Wilson's way 'Cause soon towards me from the East Came Wilson and his men on multi-beasts Well it seems he didn't like my face And I quickly learned that Prussia was an evil place They tied me to a chair with a giant clip And held a piece of paper to my tender nip(ple) Then they tossed the chair in a tiny shack And told me not to worry 'cause they'd soon be back But I loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed And ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed Singing "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye" When Wilson knew that I was loose I'd surely be subjected to some real abuse Maybe end up hanging from the nearest tree So angrily I paddled to the open sea But the sea was eager to beat me back And the waves grew huge and deadly black And the gray clouds rumbled over my head And I feared in my heart that I'd soon be dead When the morning came and the storm had passed And the dismal fog began at last To open up before my eyes And there I saw to my surprise Chains and specks of islands curved Where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved And I parked my kayak on a stone And yelled across the ocean to his evil throne I said "Oh Wilson, someday I'll kill you 'til you die Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye Wilson, kill you 'til you die Oh Wilson, Punch you in the Eye" | ||||
| weirdnj | posted on 04-09-2002 @ 11:54 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Oct. 00 | This is just sad. | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-09-2002 @ 3:46 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | I feel I never told you The story of the ghost That I once knew and talked to Of whom I'd never boast For this was my big secret How I'd get ahead And never have to worry I'd call him instead His answer came in actions He never spoke a word Or maybe I laid down the phone Before he could be heard I somehow feel forsaken Like he had closed the door I guess I just stopped needing him As much as once before But maybe he's still with me The latch was left unhooked He's waiting in the wind and rain I simply haven't looked | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-10-2002 @ 11:01 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | 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." [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] | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 04-12-2002 @ 11:35 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Better late than never! You get Trey tix? 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!  | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-12-2002 @ 12:43 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | What the fuck took you so long? :-D No Trey tour for me this year unfortunately. Little Suzie Greenberg With her head caved in Soon will let me drown Beneath the undertow You better put that woman In a loony bin 'Cause you know I'd really like To be a part of her show Suzie is an artist She paints quite a lot An artist she may be But a genius she is not She says she wants to be A Sociologist But she better first get checked By a neurologist Suzie, Suzie, Suzie, Suzie Suzie, Suzie Greenberg Suzie's 'bout as faithful As a slot machine Pays off once in a while But then she'll rob you clean She's always afraid That she's not sure what she's worth She's out of her mind And she's not of this earth The woman walks the streets Like she's the queen of the town Doesn't talk very much She's very profound Little Suzie Greenberg Always playing the game But today I'll bet she's probably Forgotten my name | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 04-12-2002 @ 2:37 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | 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 [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 This is like my thread on Zappa. . . Random fact: The name given by the gal who flashed the Toaday show was Suzie Greenburgh! (I doubt that she is our own Suzie, but I could be wrong)  NORTON IS GOD | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 04-12-2002 @ 2:57 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | That is me, hence the Matt Lauer tribute in my sig. No Trey tour for Danked? :confused: I just got my Radio City tix, so excited! Anyone else going? Grizly, anyone? anyone at alll...... WADING IN THE VELVET SEA 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 | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 04-12-2002 @ 3:05 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | That WAS you?!?!? NICIE NICE!!!!! Good job! (I know, a year or too late, but se llave) Don't think I'm going to Trey - don't have tickets, and I'm kinda broker, but you never know. . . All throughout I gaze and glimpse you Nothing ever did convince you See you when you're all alone It's not the person, I'm not known The moment ends although I feel winds Blowing differently then ever before And they're pushing me further from shore The moment ends though I feel winds The moment ends the moment ends The moment ends the moment ends Up the river, taking sail Mind the skipper will not fail He'll bring out wine it will be fine Just heed the order, watch the sail The moment ends though I feel winds The moment ends the moment ends The moment ends the moment ends NORTON IS GOD | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 04-16-2002 @ 12:17 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | I'm trapped here as my senses bleed I can't decide/describe which things I need You show up late and stumble in I'm sure if you I still care in My captive gaze inside your eye A pain I can't identify Attempting to record this view Reflections drive me out of you Time for the meatstick Bury the meatstick Take out the meatstick Time Wooah, shocks my brain Wooah, shocks my brain But long before this scene concludes The end I'm seeking still eludes My every effort to apply My will to moments passing by But every time you say goodbye A pain I can't identify Reveals to me the hidden door That leads to several moments more Time for the meatstick Bury the meatstick Take out the meatstick Time Wooah, shocks my brain Wooah, shocks my brain (etc) Keepin' the threads warm. . . . NORTON IS GOD | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 04-16-2002 @ 1:37 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Keep the bowl rollin'! Puff, puff pass.... WATER IN THE SKY listen as she speaks to you hear the voices flutter through the barriers arranged by you close the shudders draw the shades filter out the everglades glistening with evening dew thunder calls through waterfalls rising tides and ocean walls I can hear you when you sigh listen as she speaks to you hear the voices flutter through watch them fall and let them lie I can hear you when you sigh through the water in the sky Just got my PNC Trey tix. LALALA! | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-25-2002 @ 9:33 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | 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 This message was edited by Danked on 4-25-02 @ 9:36 AM | ||||
| Mr. Croup | posted on 04-25-2002 @ 10:15 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Apr. 02 | LENGTHWISE: When you're there I sleep lengthwise And when you're gone I sleep diagnol in my bed (repeat however as many times as neccessary) | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 04-25-2002 @ 4:12 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Don't forget, Trey will be on Letterman a week next Thursday! 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. (Gotta run...look at the time!) | ||||
| Mr. Croup | posted on 04-25-2002 @ 5:55 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Apr. 02 | BIRDS OF A FEATHER: It's easy sometimes when you just cost along But like it or not something always seems to go wrong Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock you down/Sometimes they will have you there cause they need someone around Perhaps you'll receive invitations for tea Or perhaps you will laugh and you'll make them all smile Or maybe you'll join them cause it had to be perhaps you'll forget what you forgot for a while Birds of a feather are flocking outside Birds of a feather are flocking outside Birds of a feather are flocking outside Birds of a feather are flocking outside Like whippets they dance in a curly-queue dance Of pulses and ringing and campfire chants Of ritaul drumming although at first glance You thought you could run but you won't take a chance It's not an experience if they can't bring someone along They hang on emotions they bottle inside The peck at the ground and they strut out of stride Birds of a feather...(2x) (Keep the bowl burnin bright) | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 04-29-2002 @ 7:12 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Aw shit. . .this *thread gets a rebirth but my Zappa one remains buried? Grrrrrrrrr. . . Anyway: I: Chalkdust Torture, BBFCFM, Wilson, Roggae, Sparkle, Moma Dance, My Old Home Place, Sample in a Jar, Frankie Says, Maze, Loving Cup, Reba (1:40) II: Down w/ Disease*, Piper#, Prince Caspian, Squirming Coil > Jam**, Slave to the Traffic Light (1:10) E: Grind+, Possum > Wipeout Jam*** > Possum * jammed out (20 min) # with a glow-RING war during Piper, with the rings being tossed faster as the music got faster ** jam with dancers in white costume on the stage & on the floor + w/ Tom Marshall only about 2 minutes long (Trey joked about it being a new, yet old song and said it was making its world debut) *** with solos, first Fishman then Mike & Page, Trey soloed intermittently, and he called out for a Toph! (Kuroda) solo too. Godfather Theme to exit the show. My phirst show. . . NORTON IS GOD This message was edited by Grizzly on 4-29-02 @ 7:17 PM | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 04-29-2002 @ 8:23 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Nice, Grizzly. That was a sick, sick show! My first show was Hershey Park in 1996. After which, I headed to the Clifford Ball. Was that ever a mind fuck! 8/14/96 Hershey Park Arena, Hershey PA I: Wilson > Jam > Down With Disease, Fee > Poor Heart, Reba, The Mango Song, Gumbo, Stash, Ragtime Gal* II: Runaway Jim, You Enjoy Myself, The Horse > Silent in the Morning, Cars Trucks and Buses, Tweezer, Theme from the Bottom, Hold Your Head Up > Cracklin' Rosie > Hold Your Head Up, Sample In a Jar > Tweezer Reprise E: Julius** * acapella ** Dedicated to Brad Sands' brother Matty *********************************************** 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 This message was edited by Danked on 4-29-02 @ 8:27 PM | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 04-30-2002 @ 9:16 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Grizzly, that's so funny, cuz I was at the Garden 12/28, 12/29 and 12/31 that year. I just missed ya! I popped my cherry 12/9/95, after a snowstorm in Albany that left the Knick half-empty: 1: Maze, Theme From the Bottom, NICU, The Sloth, Rift, Bouncing Around the Room, Free, Billy Breathes, Dog Faced Boy, Chalk Dust Torture 2: Timber (Jerry), Wilson*, Gumbo, You Enjoy Myself**, Lawn Boy, Slave to the Traffic Light, Crossroads, Sweet Adeline E: Loving Cup *With "Beavis and Butthead" "this sucks" electronic noises. **With a silent jam. I was trippin BALLS and thought the trampolines during bouncing couldn't be real. Of course during the silent jam I tought I had gone deaf. Wow, I haven't replayed that night in my head for a long time. Thanks for the flashbacks guys! | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 04-30-2002 @ 10:13 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Well Suzie, to tell the truth, my SECOND show. . . 1: 1999* > Mike's Song > I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove**, Ghost > Ha Ha Ha, Cavern (1:00) 2: NICU > Character Zero > Tweezer > Cities > Wading in the Velvet Sea, Run Like an Antelope^, Frankenstein (1:03) 3: Runaway Jim^^ -> Auld Lang Syne > Simple# > Harry Hood## > Tweezer Reprise, Llama (0:58) E: While My Guitar Gently Weeps (0:07) *First time played (Prince cover, from the album "1999"); with dancers on stage; with Trey and Mike dancing. **With "1999," "Rock and Roll" (Velvet Underground"), and "Lion Sleeps Tonight" teases. ^With glowsticks. ^^Started started about 11:45; with "1999" and "Auld Lang Syne" teases about 5 minutes in; eruption of audience with 4:20 left on clock; five-second countdown to the New Year accompanied by on-stage pyrotechnics, a balloon drop, and about eight dancers (unicorn, bee, faerie, guy in a suit, prostitute, angel, devil, et al.) tossing thousands of glow-rings (not glowsticks) into the crowd. #With "Magilla" tease. ##With a large glow-ring/stick war (though not all of the dispensed glow-rings were tossed because large amounts of them were linked together end-to-end, forming long chains across the floor). It was a great two shows to start my Live Phish Career. :-D NORTON IS GOD | ||||
| Mr. Croup | posted on 04-30-2002 @ 12:48 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Apr. 02 | Never got to go to a Phish show. Had a chance to go to Nassau 4/3/98, but it was sold out. Then I tried to get to New Year's '98, but it was sold out. Was going to go to Camp Oswego, but my grandma died. Finally, I tried to get my sister to get me tickets for 9/8/00, but she forgot. I hope to God that they start touring again. :( | ||||
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