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Sleep on and dream of love Because it's the closest you will Get to love Poor twisted child So ugly, so ugly Poor twisted child Oh hug me, oh hug me One November Spawned a monster In the shape of this child
Post by 3post1jack1 on Jul 27, 2020 17:15:05 GMT -5
Everybody rock with me because I'm up now Took your girl and I'ma score, like I made the touch-down Swervin' and the Lambo doors go up, not on the bus now Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bust down Pull up and I'm flooding with an iced out watch Whip it look like butter baby, pecan drop Pecan drop, put that four in some drop Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot Suicide, 1600, that's the block Hit your girl that's check free She ain't used to text me Now she wanna caress me She keep tryna neck me I got' tell my bestie, someone call my bestie Think I found my bestie, link up make the check bleed You know that I'm smoking dope, I'll be high til' next week Know I had to let her go, 'cause she can't arrest me
Post by 3post1jack1 on Oct 5, 2020 15:22:47 GMT -5
Hold ourselves together With our arms around the stereo for hours
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
While it sings to itself or whatever it does When it sings to itself of its long lost loves I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why
Tired and wired, we ruin too easy Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave And I'll be with you, behind the couch When they come on a different day, just like this one
We'll stay inside till somebody finds us Do whatever the TV tells us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz for days
We'll stay inside till somebody finds us Do whatever the TV tells us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz
So worry not, all things are well We'll be alright, we have our looks and perfume
Stay inside till somebody finds us Do whatever the TV tells us Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz
So worry not, all things are well We'll be alright, we have our looks and perfume on
I'll tell you about the Driver who lives inside my head Starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk And fires up my legs when he wants me to walk
Keeps my eyes open for most of the day Adds to my memories the things that people say When he makes decisions I don't have to wait But sometimes it seems that he's got too much on his plate
Like this morning when I woke up and he dressed me in this shirt That looks a little ragged where he dragged me through the dirt I'm moving through this life and I'm thinking about the next And hoping when I get there I'll be better dressed.
~Phish
was looking for something else in this thread and came across this. when i see phish again post-pandy if they played this i'd shatter into a million pieces.
Post by 3post1jack1 on Apr 13, 2021 9:49:37 GMT -5
Well your wishings and your feelings Your bad dreams and intuition Are about as much use to me right now as a brand new set of golf clubs We've been this close to death before But we were just too drunk to know it Guess the price of being sober is being scared out of your mind
When it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking 'bout it, you'll just drive yourself insane There comes a time for everything and the time has come for you To shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane
There ain't nothing I'd rather do right now Than just go on home and lay around But that ain't never an option for a working man like me How much is enough, you ask? Well I'll ask the man when I get a chance All I know right now is there's somewhere else I'm supposed to be
When it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking 'bout it, you'll just drive yourself insane Comes a time for everything and the time has come for you To shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane
Screaming engines shooting flames Dirty needles and cheap cocaine Some gal's old man with a gun To me it's all the same Dead is dead and it ain't no different Than walking around if you ain't living Living in fear's just another way of dying before your time
When it comes your time to go, ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking 'bout it, you'll just drive yourself insane Comes a time for everything and the time has come for you Shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane Shut your mouth and get your ass on the plane
I'll tell you about the Driver who lives inside my head Starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk And fires up my legs when he wants me to walk
Keeps my eyes open for most of the day Adds to my memories the things that people say When he makes decisions I don't have to wait But sometimes it seems that he's got too much on his plate
Like this morning when I woke up and he dressed me in this shirt That looks a little ragged where he dragged me through the dirt I'm moving through this life and I'm thinking about the next And hoping when I get there I'll be better dressed.
~Phish
was looking for something else in this thread and came across this. when i see phish again post-pandy if they played this i'd shatter into a million pieces.
Post by 3post1jack1 on May 23, 2021 12:25:25 GMT -5
Shyness is nice and shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life you'd like to Shyness is nice and shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life you'd like to
So if there's something you'd like to try If there's something you'd like to try Ask me, I won't say no, how could I?
I'll tell you about the Driver who lives inside my head Starts me up and stops me and puts me into bed He opens up my mouth when it's time for me to talk And fires up my legs when he wants me to walk
Keeps my eyes open for most of the day Adds to my memories the things that people say When he makes decisions I don't have to wait But sometimes it seems that he's got too much on his plate
Like this morning when I woke up and he dressed me in this shirt That looks a little ragged where he dragged me through the dirt I'm moving through this life and I'm thinking about the next And hoping when I get there I'll be better dressed.
~Phish
was looking for something else in this thread and came across this. when i see phish again post-pandy if they played this i'd shatter into a million pieces.
SETLIST: PHISH, FRIDAY 07/30/2021 OAK MOUNTAIN AMPHITHEATRE Pelham, AL Soundcheck: My Soul, Foam, Evening Song, Thread
SET 1: The Moma Dance > Sigma Oasis, Back on the Train, Dirt, The Final Hurrah, Funky Bitch, Ghost, Driver, The Wedge, Walls of the Cave
SET 2: Evening Song > Carini > Martian Monster > Golden Age > Mountains in the Mist > Blaze On > Harry Hood
ENCORE: Yarmouth Road, Gumbo > Character Zero
Page teased Long Tall Glasses in Gumbo. This was the rescheduled date from the show that had been postponed due to coronavirus COVID-19 outbreak in 2020.
Post by 3post1jack1 on Oct 22, 2021 9:50:46 GMT -5
Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old, And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me. On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville Alabama, With a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth. My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen. And I'd like to say, "I'm sorry", but we lived to tell about it And we lived to do a whole lot more crazy, stupid, shit.
-drive by truckers "let there be rock"
whole song is a lyrical masterpiece, a love letter to the joys and pitfalls of live music. but this opening verse is my favorite.
Seeds sticks and stems mixed in with the sticky icky Tear up the blunts make rolling good tricky tricky I used to smoke weed with embalming fluid Had me Hugh for some days You don’t want to do it. Eyes so red, I’m lookin like a zombie Paranoid not scared very hungry Masterpiece-bbq chips, skittles bag What I’m munching on right after the last drag.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Feb 1, 2022 1:22:28 GMT -5
I hate you for what you did And I miss you like a little kid I faked it every time, but that's alright I can hardly feel anything, I hardly feel anything at all
You gave me fifteen hundred To see your hypnotherapist I only went one time, you let it slide Fell on hard times a year ago, was hoping you would let it go and you did
I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out
I'm on the outside looking through You're throwing rocks around your room And while you're bleeding on your back in the glass I'll be glad that I made it out and sorry that it all went down like it did
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Feb 8, 2022 3:17:49 GMT -5
Cynicism Nana Grizol
I once saw a sunset So vivid and warm that I swore it was perfect I once had a lover I'm not sure if I'll recover But I know it was worth it Then, last night in the car The falling raindrops looked like stars Of some incalculable speed Then later, my friends said Good to see you again, this is a home to me So I wrote a song and I called it The Love of my Life Said "don't be gone long", it now sings me to sleep every night And I never learned a lesson looking at my own reflection But sometimes it seems useful So I loosen my heart strings in high hopes Of starting to find something truthful Cynicism isn't wisdom, It's a lazy way to say that you've been burned It seems, if anything You'd be less certain after everything you ever learned
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
3post1jack1
Which Ditch Bridge Troll Wannabe God-King of the Cone
Post by SupeЯfuЯЯyanimal on Jun 12, 2022 14:46:01 GMT -5
Liberty belle is ringing out Across the sea And everyone sings along Though she's singing way out of key From the shores of Gallilie To the runways of Anglesea
You know we're digging to hell Right past your own well As the magpies fly from Tallahasee To the sky
Memory lane forgot her way After all this time And she never learned from her mistakes And all the crime That caused the gulf of misery That separated you from me
You know we're digging to hell Drowning in our oil wells As the seagulls fly from Abu Dhabi To the sky
The birds still sing their melodies Their songs of love and food and trees Oh my how they fly So little do they know yet their days are numbered so Alarms are ringing in the trees
You know you've been to hell Drowning in your oil wells As the ashes fly from New York City Past the grimy clouds above New Jersey Past the kids who like to smoke like chimneys To the sky
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Aug 23, 2022 16:56:58 GMT -5
Baby, come over, I need entertaining I had a stilted, pretending day Lay me down and say something pretty Lay me back down where I wanted to stay Just say something perfect, something I can steal
Say, "look at me Baby, we'll be fine All we've gotta do is be brave and be kind" I pull off your jeans, and you spill jack and coke in my collar I melt like a witch and scream
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Aug 23, 2022 22:20:51 GMT -5
I skipped a few possible shows to go and see Hallelujah tonight before it closes. I love Leonard so much. I love Jeff so, so much. That poor romantic Scorpio water sign bastard felt the need to go nightswimming but left his boots and clothes on and drowned. What an absolute tragedy. And Leonard is a man to himself. A glowing, beautiful, wise soul.
Baby, I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor You know, I used to live alone before I knew you And I've seen your flag on the marble arch And Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah
Well, there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me, do you? But remember, when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath, we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above But, all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. And it's not a cry, that you hear at night It's not somebody, who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
sang_xcx
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