| Song | Stash |
| Artist | Phish |
| Album | Live Phish 12.01.95 |
| Download | 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... |