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| Harpua | posted on 05-06-2002 @ 12:34 PM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00  | Buffalo Bill "Looking for owls?" the young man asked Hoping to lighten the tension And the scowl he received as his only reply Made him smile as he relived the mention And the coward fool walked on alone Quite proud of the fear he instilled And later they found him, tied to a log Bent over and buffalo billed | ||||
| Harpua | posted on 05-06-2002 @ 12:34 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Camel Walk Goin' downtown to the disco Gotta do it right away Gotta funky beat to get into Gonna blow my blues away Talkin' Camel Walk Camel Walk Camel Walk Got funk, flick it around Movin' to the beat of the sou-ou-ound Strut (your stuff) [x7] Camel Walk [x3] Camel Walk [x3] Camel Walk [x3] | ||||
| Harpua | posted on 05-06-2002 @ 12:35 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Dog Log Walkin cross the lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn Walkin cross the lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn I've been walkin cross the lawn I've been walkin with a dog dog dog Walkin cross the lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn I've been walkin cross the lawn I've been wonderin where my dog done gone Stepped upon a long, long, long, long, long, long, log Stepped upon a long, long, long, long, long, long, log Stepped upon a log, walkin through the fog fog fog Stepped upon a long, long, long, long, long, long, log Dog log is here I knew if she was near it was still steamin' Its Holdsworth! Holdsworth! Holdsworth! Holdsworth! Walkin cross the lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn I've been walkin with a dog, dog, dog. Walkin cross the lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn I've been walkin cross the lawn Walkin cross the lawn I've been wonderin where Holdsworth done gone Where's my dog gone? Where's my dog gone? Where's my dog gone? Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 05-06-2002 @ 1:45 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | 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 [2x] 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 Harpua, YEM, anybody going to see Trey in June?  | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 05-06-2002 @ 2:55 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | I didn't know I didn't know Well I didn't like cheeseburger alleycats near me A petrified Phish disease, I wish somebody'd hear me I didn't like maple dew, honey melon watercress I didn't like Phish shoes down by muddy watermelon I didn't seem to miss you when you kiss'd my honey water And even showed a picture, showed her down by honey's border But who laid silver tooth and broke my sunny shoe shine And all my plastic melodreams are waiting for their new shine Pardon me, Doug Pardon me, Doug Is this a picture of Otis Redding? Yes! Yes! Taken right before he died Well you can give me his hide Well you can give me his hide I didn't know I didn't know that I was that far gone Well I woulda' liked to seen Bess Truman come see me and hear all the revolutionaries come free me 'cause if it all ends up running to sneeze me I'll make it all here, black corners come seize me and if you *boom,back* got troubles in your ear and you can't seem to come back and make it all clear when eye tails and toe nails and liquid all meet me when mustard pies and carrot eyes and flounders come greet me I didn't know I didn't know that I was that far gone Pardon me, Doug....  | ||||
| YouEnjoyMyself | posted on 05-06-2002 @ 4:33 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Oct. 00 | Thanks.I've been lurking,but hardly ever post. HALLEY'S COMET ["Halley's Comet" over doo-wop] [sounds like 'bee chiu ba ba b'jingo'] Halley's Comet, I-said-a Halley's Comet (2x) Halley's Comet (4x) Halley's Comet, I-said-a Halley's Comet (2x) How could you know that I lived in a desperate world? How could you dream that we were all made out of stone? What is the truth, what is the faithful lasting proof? What is the central theme to this everlasting spoof? Knock on my windows, link up the chains It's gotta be easy, no splinters no pain It's Cadillac rainbows and lots of spaghetti And I love meatballs so you better be ready I'm going down to the central part of town I'm going down to the central part of town Central part of town, I'm going down I'm going down to the central part of town What did I do? And don't be blamin' eat my cashew (kazoo?) For everything I do to get the story And everything I do to pull me in And everything I say to get the title But when they use it on me I reject it What would you do if you ate my daddy's shoes? What would you say if it was naturally for you? How would you feel if it rained on ??? How would you like to have your thick strawberry goo? I'm sinking down, it's a glorious feeling To make a big difference, my body is reeling *Even ??? can't shine my shoes (Bob Seger? Tom Seaver?) *'Cause I know deep inside it's got to ??? (mighty fine something) I'm going down to the central part of town I'm going down to the central part of town I'm going down, central part of town I'm going down to the central part of town .jpg) | ||||
| Harpua | posted on 05-07-2002 @ 12:04 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | 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 | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 05-07-2002 @ 10:44 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Harpua, YEM, Trey tour???????? Since I heard it on the radio this morn: HEAVY THINGS Chorus: Things are falling down on me Heavy things i could not see When i finally came around Something small would pin me down So I try, to step inside. I move to where they hoped id be. Vanessa calls me on the phone Reminding me im not alone I fuss and quake and cavitate I try and speak by turn to stone Telly reaches in my vest to do the thing that she does best she probes and tears my ventricles steals my one remaining breath. [chorus] Stumbling as we 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 'till one summer day she borrowed everything i own and simply ran away. [chorus] | ||||
| Harpua | posted on 05-07-2002 @ 1:23 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Weigh I'd like to cut your head off so I could weigh it, what do ya say? Five pounds, six, pounds, seven pounds I'd like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick all the little prickly hairs so I can weigh them, what do ya say? Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds I'd like to gather all your friends and squish them all into a small swimming pool so I can weigh them, what do ya say? Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds Why weigh on a sunny day? So much to do so why, why weigh? On a sunny day, why wei-igh-hey? Why weigh, why weigh? I'd like to hear my options, so I can weigh them, what do ya say? Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds Why weigh on a sunny day? So much to do, so why, why weigh? On a sunny day, why wei-gh-hey? Why Oh Why[x11] Why weigh? MP3's up @ www.unexplained-bacon.com Check em out | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 05-07-2002 @ 2:26 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | 90.7 is on a roll, I heard "Night Speaks to a Woman" at lunch. Can't find the lyrics, so I'll post an old favorite instead: SPARKLE The pressure builds, you buy a gift You're hoping that your dread will lift It glitters on her like a glass You shudder as it comes to pass Apologize to Luce and Lil' Converse with Ed, a drive with Jill Your friends confine you in their worlds One by one, a string of pearls Confuse you say, this isn't me You hover in their unity Ashamed, you slowly lose your grasp Release the links, undo the clasp The skin that drips down from the tree And peels back slowly from your knee Erupts into your lung and heart You laugh and laughing, fall apart Laugh and laughing, fall apart(x28) Laugh and Laughing fall apart(x14) | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 05-07-2002 @ 3:59 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Is that the wind or a bug? Is that a windora bug? We've got the rules down now and we're done learning how to speak. We're on the top of a cliff and we're wondering if we should leap. (Repeat!) | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 05-08-2002 @ 9:40 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Original Song By: Norman Blake About three miles from the Batelle yard From the reverse curve on down Not far south of the town depot Sullivan's shack was found Back on the higher ground. You could see him every day Just walking down the line With his old brown sack across his back And his long hair down behind Speaking his worried mind. It's a long way to the delta From the North Georgia hills A tote sack full of ginseng Won't pay no travelling bills Now, I'm too old to ride the rails Or thumb the road alone So I guess I'll never make it back to home My muddy water Mississippi delta home. The winters here, they get too cold The damp it makes me ill Can't dig no roots in the mountain side With the ground froze hard and still Gotta stay at the foot of the hill. But next summer, things turn right The companies will pay high I'll make enough money to pay my bills Bid these mountains goodbye Then he said with a sigh: It's a long way to the delta From the North Georgia hills A tote sack full of ginseng Won't pay no travelling bills Now, I'm too old to ride the rails Or thumb the road alone So I guess I'll never make it back to home My muddy water Mississippi delta home. | ||||
| YouEnjoyMyself | posted on 05-09-2002 @ 12:39 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Oct. 00 | Suzie,I should be getting my Trey tickets tomorrow for PNC(lawn seats).I can't wait.I didn't get to see any Oysterhead shows.But I did see Page on NYE,and that kicked ass.Kuroda was on the lights,Trey and Mike came out for the encore,makes me happy just thinking about it. WASTE Don't want to be an actor pretending on the stage Don't want to be a writer with my thoughts out on the page Don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look Don't want to be anything where my life's an open book A dream it's true But I'd see it through If I could be Wasting my time with you Don't want to be a farmer working in the sun Don't want to be an outlaw always on the run Don't want to be a climber reaching for the top Don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop A dream it's true But I'd see it through If I could be Wasting my time with you So if I'm inside your head Don't believe what you might have read You'll see what I might have said To hear it Come waste your time with me Come waste your time with me So if I'm inside your head Don't believe what you might have read You'll see what I might have said To hear it Come waste your time with me Come waste your time with me Come waste your time with me Come waste your time with me Come waste your time with me This message was edited by YouEnjoyMyself on 5-9-02 @ 12:59 AM | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 05-09-2002 @ 10:22 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Excellent, YEM. We'll have to make plans to meet up and puff in the lot. I'm psyched, I missed Oysterhead too. Haven't seen anybody live since Trey's last summer tour! AC/DC BAG 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 (2x) 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 [chorus] 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 | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 05-09-2002 @ 8:02 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Hmm. . .been MIA for a bit - My Bad! - anyone have a Trey ticket to barter with a bear over, perhaps? Oh yeah - and Original Song By: Talking Heads Lost my shape-Trying to act casual! Can't stop-I might end up in the hospital I'm changing my shape-I feel like an accident They're back!-To explain their experience Isn't it weird/Looks too obscure to me Wasting away/And that was their policy I'm ready to leave-I push the fact in front of me Facts lost-Facts are never what they seem to be Nothing there!-No information left of any kind Lifting my head-Looking for danger signs There was a line/There was a formula Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us There was a line/There was a forula Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting... I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting... I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting... The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes Lifting my head/looking around inside The island of doubt-It's like the taste of medicine Working by hindsight-Got the message from the oxygen Making a list-Find the cost of opportunity Doing it right-Facts are useless in emergencies The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes Lifting my head/Looking around inside. Facts are simple and facts are straight Facts are lazy and facts are late Facts all come with points of view Facts don't do what I want them to Facts just twist the truth around Facts are living turned inside out Facts are getting the best of them Facts are nothing on the face of things Facts don't stain the furniture Facts go out and slam the door Facts are written all over your face Facts continue to change their shape I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting... I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting... I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting... I'm a BIG Heads fan, too.  NORTON IS GOD | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 05-09-2002 @ 8:42 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Prep school hippie Or hip school preppie I can't decide Should I spend my adolescent days wearing tie dyes or Vuarnets I can't decide Big ten kegger at the frat Or watching Jerry shake his bat. Prep school hippie Or hip school preppie I can't decide I can't wait 'til I'm 21, Dip into my trust fund I can't wait 'til I'm 21, Trust fund, trust fund Prep school hippie Or hip school preppie I can't decide Should I spend my adolescent days wearing tie dyes or Vuarnets I can't decide I can't decide I can't decide I can't decide | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 05-12-2002 @ 12:58 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | An asteroid crashed and nothing burned It made me wonder Do tigers sleep in lily patches? Do rhinos run from thunder. I got an ache in my left ear I felt the truth but I still could hear. Made me think, I would not be burned, but rather give myself to science, I felt that I could help To science, I felt that I can help Paranoid the doctor ran, Shouting his graphic translation All out of order Gang wars and ails of riches, Spewing forth there color He purposely waited till I was done To knock on the lavatory door Accusing me of ruining the fun, He knocked on it some more The fun, He knocked on it some more. And alloy suitors were all inside An apple or a grape To put forth a cloud of Mercury In front of a mighty car On a freeway in Los Angeles Once the spraying has been done 'Cause there's more pain from necessity You're a portrait of your past, There's a mummy in the cabinet. Are there no more arrows left? What's that rubber bottle doing here? How's that napkin for a proof Ten cents to a dollar now For a shelf of pregnant hens Robert Palmer is applauded again, again, again So stupendous, living in this tube. | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 05-12-2002 @ 6:58 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Goin' downtown to the disco Gotta do it right away Gotta funky beat to get into Gonna blow my blues away Talkin' Camel Walk Camel Walk Camel Walk Got funk, flick it around Movin' to the beat of the sou-ou-ound Strut (your stuff) Strut (your stuff) Strut (your stuff) Strut (your stuff) Strut (your stuff) Strut (your stuff) Strut (your stuff) Camel Walk Camel Walk Camel Walk | ||||
| Mr. Croup | posted on 05-17-2002 @ 12:23 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Apr. 02 | May 17th is Page McConnell's birthday, so happy birthday to my favorite member of Phish! "Stinky does indeed rule." | ||||
| YouEnjoyMyself | posted on 05-22-2002 @ 2:46 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Oct. 00 | Hell yeah *"They where wrong" Well the film crew came to see us, and they thought they would get laid, they where wrong,so wrong that's why we wrote this song. *This too is a backstage ditty from bittersweet motel.Inspired by Danked's "Page's New Shirt" post. .jpg) | ||||
| Danked Dankarella! | posted on 05-22-2002 @ 7:16 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Nice, YEM. 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 Lysosome 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  | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 05-22-2002 @ 4:43 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | (THE HEAT GOES ON Original Song By: Talking Heads Take a look at these hands. Take a look at these hands. The hand speaks. The hand of a government man. Well I'm a tumbler. Born under punches. I'm so thin. All I want is to breathe I'm too thin Won't you breathe with me? Find a little space, so we can move in-between In-Between it And keep on step ahead, of yourself. Don't you miss it, don't you miss it. Some 'a you people just about missed it! Last time to make plans! Well I'm a tumbler... I'm a Government Man. Never seen anything like that before Falling bodies tuble 'cross the floor Well I'm a tumbler! When you get to where you wanna be Thank you! Thank you! When you get to where you wanna be Don't even mention it! Take a look at these hands. They're passing in-between us. Take a look at these hands Take a look at these hands. You don't have to mention it. No thanks. I'm a Government Man. And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... I'm not a drowning man! And I'm not a burning building! (I'm a tumbler!) Drowning cannot hurt a man! Fire cannot hurt a man. (Not the Government Man.) All I want is to breathe Thank you. Thank you Won't you breathe with me? Find a little space...So we move in-between I'm so thin And keep one step ahead of yourself. I'm catching up with myself All I want it to breathe Won't you breathe with me Hands of a Government Man Find a little space so we move in-between And keep one step ahead of yourself. Don't you miss it! Don't you miss it! And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... Where the hands has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... :-p NORTON IS GOD | ||||
| Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC | posted on 05-29-2002 @ 5:55 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | :-D The old man knows very well Going down by the snowbank, there's a mound A mound that an old man knows good Look who raises his shoe all over this mound Right over the world that's another rewind And it's time, time, time for the last rewind For a broken old man and a world unkind He buried all his memories of home In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground No one knows how far he traveled Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound Can he find some shelter? He doesn't know to behold what the cold frost can do And at last till he realized he'd circled back around Round a back circle, round a back realized Ice is all he was made of The bitter blue, and frozen through He went over to the mound Reclining down his final thoughts Were drifting to the time this life had shined NORTON IS GOD | ||||
| batsona | posted on 06-06-2002 @ 12:58 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jun. 02 | hmmm... glad to see there are some phans out there. I'd assume you know about phishhook.com, but if not, go there. Check out my list at phishhook.com/lists/batsona. Maybe we could trade someday. we're all in this together and we love to take a bath | ||||
| Suzie I was supposed to have a status, but some FNMoron forgot what it was supposed to be. | posted on 06-18-2002 @ 9:54 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Tonight's the night!! Where my heads at? Beware, we all know what happened the last time Suzie was in the vicinity of Rockafellar Center..... ----------------------------------- "Cold turkey isn't as delicious as it sounds." HJS | ||||
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