歌曲 | Stash |
歌手 | Phish |
专辑 | Live Phish 12.01.95 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I’m pullin' the pavement from under my nails | |
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales | |
The slopin' 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 seizeI capture the dread beast who falls to his knees | |
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees | |
Smegma, Dogmatagram, fish market stew | |
Police in the corner, gunnin’ for you | |
Apple toast, bed heated, fur blanket rat | |
Laugh when they shoot you, say | |
Please don’t do that | |
Control for smiler's 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 | |
Was it for this my life | |
I sought?Control for smiler's can’t be bought | |
The solar garlic starts to rot | |
Was it for this my life | |
I sought?Was it for this my life | |
I sought?Was it for this my life | |
I sought?Was it for this my life | |
I sought?Maybe so and maybe not | |
Maybe so and maybe not | |
Maybe so and maybe not... |
I' m pullin' the pavement from under my nails | |
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales | |
The slopin' 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 seizeI capture the dread beast who falls to his knees | |
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees | |
Smegma, Dogmatagram, fish market stew | |
Police in the corner, gunnin' for you | |
Apple toast, bed heated, fur blanket rat | |
Laugh when they shoot you, say | |
Please don' t do that | |
Control for smiler' s 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 | |
Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Control for smiler' s can' t be bought | |
The solar garlic starts to rot | |
Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Maybe so and maybe not | |
Maybe so and maybe not | |
Maybe so and maybe not... |
I' m pullin' the pavement from under my nails | |
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales | |
The slopin' 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 seizeI capture the dread beast who falls to his knees | |
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees | |
Smegma, Dogmatagram, fish market stew | |
Police in the corner, gunnin' for you | |
Apple toast, bed heated, fur blanket rat | |
Laugh when they shoot you, say | |
Please don' t do that | |
Control for smiler' s 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 | |
Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Control for smiler' s can' t be bought | |
The solar garlic starts to rot | |
Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Was it for this my life | |
I sought? Maybe so and maybe not | |
Maybe so and maybe not | |
Maybe so and maybe not... |