Альбом Phish

If you would only start to live
One moment at a time
You would, I think, be startled
By the things that you would find.

Like Scents you never noticed
And many subtle sounds
Like colors in the landscape
And textures of the town

Then the winds would lift you up
Into the sky above
And you'd be treted to a view
Of everything you love
And if the moment passes
You should try it once again
For if you do it right
You'll find the moment never ends

Undecided, undefined
Undisturbed yet undermined
Relocated not retired
Reprimanded and rewind
Mystified and misshapen
Misinformed but not mistaken
Reinvented, redefined
Rearranged but not refined
Unrelenting, understroked
Undeterred yet unprovoked
Reinvented, redefined
Rearranged but not refined
Mystified and misshapen
Misinformed but not mistaken
Undecided, undefined.

When I see the connection
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare

When I'm lost in my reflection
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare

Then I change my direction
One foot follows the other
One foot follows something new
'Cause I need some protection
And I'm scared I could lose it
If I stare, you'll be gone

When I need some attention
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare

When I'm lost in my reflection
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare

A song I heard the ocean sing
A shining light in darkness deep
I prayed a prayer into the tide
And both they soothed me in my sleep

For every season that has passed I prayed a prayer into the tide
A shining light in darkness deep
In me ten years before the mast

For every season that has passed I laid my body o'er the side
A shining light in darkness deep
I prayed a prayer into the tide

How can I answer questions I've known?

A song I heard the ocean sing
A shining light in darkness deep
Ten years before the mast
I heard the ocean sing

Northern dilemma
Call of the cold
The arms of the arctic begin to unfold

Sit in a circle facing the sun
Get what you can now
Winter is on

Truth on condition
Never dig deep
Solemn reminders as groundwaters seep
Into foundations, centers of joy
To weaken and crumble
Search and destroy

Light up the city
Hiding so strange
You'd better take cover
It's love at close range

Oh solo mission
Cover of dark
Army of one now, don't let down your guard

Sit in a circle facing the sun
Soak it in while you can
Winter is on
I got no answer but you've got no call
Just can't compete with the weight of it all

Silent treatment
Stone in the rain
Bright, shining doorway
Try to remain

Northern dilemma
Call of the cold
The arms of the arctic begin to unfold

Listen now I'm talking
I've been here for weeks
Waiting in this growing crowd
Staring at my feet

The world around me's turning
I'm just standing still
The time has come for changes
Do something or I will

I"m a feather in a storm
I'm a raindrop in the sea
If I don't get enough of you
I'm a lighter shade of me

Sisters, brothers all aroudn you
There's a devil in the crowd
Meet his eye and it's the end of time
If you're bparying don't be loud

It's crowded in the lowland
But the fools stay on the hill
You control us now
You have the reins
Do something or we will

So show us why we came here
Before we lay on the ground
Give it to us loud and clear
Make the devil turn around

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Nothing's ensconced
Nothing's entrenched
Nothing's entangled or twisted or wrenched
Everything smoothly flows right through my head
What I hoped might linger is swept off instead

Tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts
Shiny smooth streams and unclimbable cliffs
I see you there ever so slowly being drawn to the sea
As if by some signal that's unheard by me

I stand on a featureless sheet of blue stone
And then for one instant I'm not quite alone
Your hand is extended but then you rescind
And you like my thoughts are borne off by the wind.

Ten mountains stand tall
Nine seasons since fall
Eight eons of sand
Seven oceans began
Now there is none
No more light from the sun
Now waters run free
No more fish in the sea

One more name on the slate
One less minute to wait
Too busy to see two versions of me
One more bottle is dry
One less reason to try

Six feet underneath
Five fingers don't reach
Four seconds it seems for all of our dreams
Three oceans away
Two children at play
Too busy to see two versions of me.

The first time I came over I was bitten by your dog
You weren't even there 'cause you were walking in the fog
I call you up and plead and beg and talk to your machine
My friends say not to bother when you're acting pretty mean

But I don't need to botehr you, no I won't play that part
I just want access to the inside of your heart
Access to your thoughts on the way that I should be
So I could start to cvhange and maybe you could access me
Access me

You could tell me all about all the things you did at work
The guy who sits beside you and how he's acting like a jerk
And if you don't have to open up the secrets of your soul
But if that's the place you want me I'd be glad to pay the toll

If you would stop and notice that we number every day
But allow the many moments left uncounted slip away

You don't have to count them, just enjoy them one by one
Then things would take a different hue and sparkle in the sun
The winds would lift you up into the sky

The wsinds would lift you up into the sky above
Where you would see a trail of treasured memories you love
A rainbow record of the thoughts and moments you've enjoyed
Arcs behind the earth as spectral colors in the void

In the void
Scents and subtle sounds

Today I sing tomorrow's song
In this place we learn to wait

Sometimes when the evening's young
The wind dies down, the setting sun
Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine
And fills the oceans with red win

The trees, the sky, the forest fair
Bring a flavor to the air
I raise my glass and in a while
You answer with a secret smile

Hold on, hold on to me

An airborne leaf that landed near Has carried Dionysus here
He'll slip away but only when
He sees our glasses filled again

Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind

I can bend in sixty-eight ways
I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty-eight teeth inside my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead

Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind

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