Tuesday, August 19, 2003
i like the words to "The Mango Song" by Phish so much that i am simply going to say them right here:
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes.
Grasp the kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Rample while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night, he'll dream until he dies.
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide.
Your hands and feet are mangos, you're gonna be a genius anyway.
Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pie
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies.
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes.
Grasp the kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Rample while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night, he'll dream until he dies.
Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide.
Your hands and feet are mangos, you're gonna be a genius anyway.
Mask a pretty hopper's foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pie
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies.
