Slip, Stitch and Pass



1997

  • Cities (David Byrne)
  • Wolfman's Brother (Phish/Marshall)
  • Jesus Just Left Chicago (Billy F. Gibbons/Joe Michael Hill/Frank Lee Beard)
  • Weigh (Gordon)
  • Mike's Song (Gordon)
  • Lawn Boy(Anastasio/Marshall)
  • Weekapaug Groove (Phish)
  • Hello My Baby (Joseph C. Howard/Louis C. Singer/Ida Emerson)
  • Taste (Phish/Marshall)


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    Cities (David Byrne)

    Think of London - small city
    Dark - dark in the daytime
    People sleep - sleep in the daytime
    If they want to - if they want to

    I'm checkin' 'em out
    I'm checkin' 'em out
    I've got it figured out
    I've got it figured out

    There's some good points - some bad points
    But it all works out - I'm just a little freaked out

    Find your city -
    Find yourself a city to live in
    I will find a city -
    Find yourself a city to live in

    A lot of bridges in Birmingham
    A lot of ghosts - and a lot of houses
    Look over there - dry ice factory
    Good place to get some thinking done

    I'm checkin' 'em out
    I'm checkin' 'em out
    I've got it figured out
    I'm the one who got it figured out

    There's some good points - some bad points

    Find your city -
    Find yourself a city to live in
    I will find a city -
    Find yourself a city to live in

    Did I forget to mention -
    Forget to mention Memphish
    Home of Elvis and the ancient Greeks
    Do I smell - I smell home cooking
    It's only the river - it's only the river

    I'm checkin' 'em out
    I'm checkin' 'em out
    I've got it figured out
    I've got it figured out

    There's some good points - some bad points
    Are those things real? Denied!

    Find your city -
    Find yourself a city to live in
    I will find a city -
    Find yourself a city to live in
    I will find a city -
    Find yourself a city to live in
    I will find a city
    Find yourself a city to live in


    Wolfman's Brother (Phish/Marshall)

    Well many years ago now I really can't be sure
    That's when it all began then I heard that knock upon my door

    And the wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    Came down on me

    The telephone was ringing, that's when I handed it to Liz
    She said, "This isn't who it would be if it wasn't who it is"

    It's the wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    Comin' down on me

    So I might be on a side street or a stairway to the stars
    I hear the high pitched cavitation of propellers from afar

    It's the wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    Comin' down on me

    So with meaningless excitement and smooth atonal sound
    It's like a cross between a hurricane and a ship that's run aground

    It's the wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    The wolfman's brother
    Comin' down on - comin' down on me

    The wolfman's brother, the wolfman's brother
    Comin' down on me
    Surely took more than he gave
    (repeats..)

    Jesus Just Left Chicago (Billy F. Gibbons/Joe Michael Hill/Frank Lee Beard)

    Jesus left Chicago
    And he headed down to New Orleans
    Jesus left Chicago
    And he headed down to New Orleans
    Hey hey
    Workin' from one end to the other
    And all points in between

    Took a drive through Mississippi
    Muddy water turned to wine
    Took a drive through Mississippi
    Muddy water turned to wine
    Hey hey
    Went out to California
    Through the points and through the pines

    You might not see him in person
    But he'll see you just the same
    Might not see him in person
    But he'll see you just the same
    Hey hey
    Don't have to worry about nothin'
    'Cuz takin' care of business is His name

    Jesus left Chicago
    And he headed down to New Orleans
    Jesus left Chicago
    And he headed down to New Orleans
    Hey hey
    Workin' from one end to the other
    And all points in between

    Thanks everyone!
    This is a very cool room, I don't know how many of you
    Were here last time, but...it's good to be back
    What's that?
    Sounds good, Mike!! Sounds great, Mike!!!

    Thank you man! Thank you.. OK.... Mike?
    He likes the way it sounds!
    I know!


    Weigh (Gordon)

    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 oh 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?


    Mike's Song (Gordon)

    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)

    This is the end
    My only friend, the end
    Indians lying on dawn's highway bleeding
    Ghosts in the young child's fragile ... mind
    Aahhhhhhhh!
    Careful with that axe, Eugene
    Mother
    Careful with that axe, Eugene
    Aahhhhhhhh!!!!!


    Lawn Boy (Anastasio/Marshall)

    He walked on down the hall....

    Throughout the night when there's no direct light
    and a thin veil of clouds keeps the stars out of sight
    I can smell the colors outside on my lawn
    The moist green organic that my feet tread upon
    And the black oleander surrounded by blues
    I get so overwhelmed by olfactory hues

    Mr. Michael Gordon...

    I get so overwhelmed by olfactory hues
    By olfactory hues
    By olfactory hues
    By olfactory hues


    Weekapaug Groove (Phish)

    He walked on down the hall...
    Walked on down the hall

    He said, "Mother..."
    "Father, I want to kill you..."
    "Mother...
    I want to cook you breakfast...
    I want to cook you breakfast, Mother...
    Mother...I wanna cook you breakfast...
    Then I wanna...I wanna borrow the car...
    Then I wanna borrow the car...
    Then I wanna..."

    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


    Hello My Baby (Joseph C. Howard/Louis C. Singer/Ida Emerson)

    ...tell me that I'm your own, my baby
    Hello my baby, hello my honey
    Hello my ragtime, summertime gal
    Send me a kiss by wire, by wire
    Baby, my heart's on fire, on fire
    If you refuse me, honey, you lose me
    And you'll be left alone, oh baby
    Telephone, and tell me, tell me
    Tell me I'm your very own, ohhhh

    Hello my baby, hello my honey
    Hello my ragtime, summertime gal
    Send me a kiss by wire, by wire
    Baby, my heart's on fire, on fire
    If you refuse me, honey, you lose me
    Then you'll be left alone, oh baby
    Telephone, and tell me, tell me
    Tell me I'm your very own
    Tell me that I'm your own


    Taste (Phish/Marshall)

    I'm up and I can take what you give
    And I'm here but I don't want you to live with me
    `Cause all I want is a taste for free

    I'm down and I will drag you along and around
    Until you burst into song and unwind
    And leave your new life behind for a while

    Cause I can see through the lines
    Cause I can see through the lines

    I'm down and I will drag you along and around
    Until you burst into song and unwind
    And leave your new life behind for a while

    I'm out and I will stay here alone and without
    Someone controlled by the phone and TV
    `Cause what it's doing to me is fine

    Cause I can see through the lines
    Cause I can see through the lines

    Oooh oooh
    Step into space
    Oooh oooh
    Alter my place
    Oooh oooh
    That someone else made
    Why I have stayed
    Into things I could be
    Or if I could see
    Into fog that surrounds
    And pins me to the ground

    I can see through the lines
    I can see through the lines
    I can see through the lines
    I can see through the lines



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