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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
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Boy
Man
God
Shit
Boy man
Boy man
Wash uffitze drive me to firenze
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It was late one fall night at a fairground near town
When Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand
His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle
That flashed in his hollow eyed stare
He said "Little girl, you can chop off my legs
And then peel off my socks if you want to.
But I'd rather you took this old puppet from me
That I hold in my pail as we speak."
And he stood looking down at the innocent girl
And she stared at the bucket bewildered
Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
And a giant smile grew on his face
She saw the doll's eyes and she couldn't resist
And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church
And she burst through the door with puppet held high
And a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean
Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl
The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch
The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sack
Through the window of the church a storm began to rage
And Esther knew the time had come to flee
She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance
And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free
But the wind was blowing harder
And her skirt began to billow
Until finally her feet began to lift
And she rose above the people and the houses
And the chimneys
And Esther and the doll were set adrift
Floating higher over the hills, and the valleys and treetops
They'd flutter and glide
Soaring and turning suspended on air
With the earth far below them they'd tumble
And dive through the clouds
And she began to plummet earthward till she
Landed in the nasty part of town
She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men
Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night
Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the
Puppet on her rump.
Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behind
A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited
Till the dawn
Cause it would have been a blunder to
Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl
When the morning came, she wandered through the streets
Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound
It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down
As Esther stood and shook her head
The joggers were approaching
And she knew she had no choice left but to swim
As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide
She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin
Naked now she made her way toward the shore
When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.
And the puppet she'd forgotten wrapped its tiny
Little arms around her ankle and wouldn't let her go.
The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole
As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep
And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears
As she drifted away to a tranquil
And motionless sleep.
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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 Lysasome
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
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I'm looking through
And it all would be
So crystal clear
If it wasn't for the foam
But the foam keeps getting thicker
And it just keeps getting harder
And I'm falling
Into a deep
Well
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Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
Let's go out to dinner
And see a movie
Let's go out to dinner and see a movie
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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.]
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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 / Fluff came to New York (two parts)
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."
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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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The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road
That takes you back to your abode
The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Bummed is what you are
When you go out to your car and it's been towed
I woke up one morning in November
And I realized I love you
It's not your headlights in front
Your tailpipe, or the skylight above you
It's the way you cling to the road
When the wind tries to shove you
I'd never go riding away
And come back home without you
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Sanity never came my way (came his way)
Sanity never came my way (his way)
I don't know what I'll do today (way)
Cause saniity never came my way
Lost my mind just a couple of times (lost his mind)
Lost my mind just a couple of times (his mind)
You can spend your nickels, spend you dimes (mind)
But I lost my mind just a
You can tresspass anywhere (anywhere)
You can tresspass anywhere (nywhere)
But when you go you'd better beware (where)
Cause you can tresspass anywhere
I forgot the rules I forgot my pride (his pride)
But now I need a place to hide (pride)
I forgot the rules I forgot my pride (ide)
But now I need a... (PLACE TO HIDE!)
The stars in the sky are very bright (very bright)
The stars in the sky are very birhgt (bright)
The stars they really SUCK tonight (stars SUCK!)
The stars in the sky are very bright
And I don't care if the world explodes (world explodes)
I don't care if the world explodes (explodes)
You can save the wales, you can save the toads (odes)
But I don't care if the...
Sanity never came my way (came his way)
Sanity never came my way (his way)
I don't know what I'll do today (way)
Cause saniity never came my way
Lost my mind just a couple of times (lost his mind)
Lost my mind just a couple of times (mmmmmmmiiiiiiiind)
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We already played that
We're going to lighten it up a bit
We're going to lighten it up a bit
This really isn't a stupid song
This is a special song
This is an important song
This is a dance song
This is.. THIS IS RED ROCKS...THIS IS THE EDGE!!!
No really this is a song about...
We want to get serious now that we have your attention
We want to talk about..
We want to talk about an important man (Diarrhea!-Mike)
Who could have an important effect
On everybody in this room's lives
If they were willing to take the chance
To let this person into their hearts and their views
Because this is a special man
this man was a philosepher many years ago
(Background OOOH's and AHH's begin here)
And this man wrote a great book
For this is the author of the Helping Friendly Book
The book that could change your life, the way it changed ours
And I hope that someday
That you, you people will all have the chance
To read the Helping Friendly Book
And experience the wisdom
Of the great and knowledgeable
Man who wrote the Helping Friendly Book
Because he is, the great and knowledgeable
He is the one, the only
Author of the great Helping Friendly Book
HE is, the man, the great man, the only
the special
His name is...
The Author of the Helping Friendly Book
He is the great, the knowledgeable
The one, the only
The great and knowledgeable
Person who wrote the Helping Friendly Book
His name could only be
The one, the only
The only, the special, the Author of the Helping Friendly Book
HE WROTE THE PHUCKING BOOK OK!
HE WROTE THE BOOK
His name..
WAS..
ICCULUS!!!!!
[This part is sung]
Written by the great and knowledgeable Icculus
Ya! Our children are old enough
To read ICCULUS (or Ridicule us)
A cold and lonely night
Running the pace of her fright
Look at her face tonight!
(Starts to go into a jam, then stops abruptly)
Thanks!
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