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Widespread Panic




Альбом Widespread Panic


Another Joyous Occasion (06.06.2000)
06.06.2000
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Fishwater (reprise)
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Beehive Jam
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Big Chief
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Drums
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Four train days
Get me back to New Orleans
Drink more fishwater there
Than any whale's mama ever seen
Alright tonight
I've been fueling my dreams eatin greens and beans
When I get back down there
I'm gonna drink more fish stew
Than all the big fishes do


And I still want more
I still want more
More...
I still want more


Gimme tonight
Gonna dream my way on back
Spend my life down there
Down on that bourbon street
Watch my money, and mind my legs down in New Orleans
Can't tell which mens turns womens there
And which womens just turns mean


And I still want more
I still want more
More...
I still want more


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Very superstitious, writing's on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.

When you believe in things you don't understand, you'll suffer
Superstition ain't the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong,
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song.

When you believe in things you don't understand, you'll suffer
Superstition ain't the way

Very superstitious, nothin' more to say,
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things you don't understand, you'll suffer
Superstition ain't the way


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Four train days
Get me back to New Orleans
Drink more fishwater there
Than any whale's mama ever seen
Alright tonight
I've been fueling my dreams eatin greens and beans
When I get back down there
I'm gonna drink more fish stew
Than all the big fishes do


And I still want more
I still want more
More...
I still want more


Gimme tonight
Gonna dream my way on back
Spend my life down there
Down on that bourbon street
Watch my money, and mind my legs down in New Orleans
Can't tell which mens turns womens there
And which womens just turns mean


And I still want more
I still want more
More...
I still want more


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The Cadillacs roll, Katie step to the side
Tellin' jokes with strangers
A kind glance at a lonely passer-by
Jingle bells, electric lights
Oh, they rattle 'gainst the shopping cart
Even on the fourth of July

Christmas Katie calls people names
They're Dancers, and Blitzens, and angels on high

Chilly bones laughin' after the night
Oh, the hungries come and go
As he blows with his eyes froze tight
Slidell boy, big city nights
Oh, he tips his hat for dinner
An old stray beggin' for a bite

Oh, Christmas Katie, babe, blow your horn
Play something happy, leave the sad one's alone
Crackin' a smile as small as wishes
Make us some merry, make it last for a while
Lyrics
Hey, puttin' out the dog, put the wheels on tight
Oh, play another sweet song
Never wanna see Katie cry
Jingle bells, electric lights
They rattle 'gainst the shopping cart
Even on the fourth of July

Oh, Christmas Katie, baby blow that horn
Play something happy, leave the sad ones alone
Slidell smiles as small as wishin'
Make us some merry, make it last for a while
Oh, make it last all night!


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Beehive Jam

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Big Chief

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Drums

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Woman, she's moving to the weight of the world
Momma, she's carrying the weight of the world
All the time she breathing in the weight of the world
Bring it on home
Bring the soup-bone home


Well, poppa, too, he got the weight of the world
Man is moving in to the weight of the world
And all the time, along with the soup he's bringing home
The weight of the world


Bring it on home
Bring the soup on home


Children, too, fall to this weight of the world
All the time they they fall... right there into the weight
And all the time they're trying to shake
The weight of the world
Lyrics

Bring it on home
Bring the soup on home


Everybody's going to the wake of the world
We're all dressing up fine for the wake of the world
And everybody's hiding behind trees, breathing loud
The weight of the world


Bring it on home
Bring the soup on home


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Some people think they jive me,
But I know they must be crazy
Don't see their misfortune,
I guess they're just too lazy
Je suie le grand zombie
My yellow belt of choisen
Ain't afraid of no tomcat,
Fill my brains with poison

Walk through the fire,
Fly through the smoke
See my enemy,
At the end of their rope
Walk on pins and neeedles
See what they can do
Walk on guilded splinters
With the King of the Zulu

Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Walk to me, get it, come, come
LyricsWalk on guilded splinters
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.

I roll out my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
Pride begins to fade
And you all feel my malice
Put gris-gris on your doorstep
And soon you be in the gutter
Melt your heart like butter,
An-an-and I can make you stutter

Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Walk to me, get it, come, come
Walk on guilded splinters
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.
Till I burn up.


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I like coconuts
You can break them open
They smell like ladies lying in the sun
I like coconuts
You can break them open
They smell like ladies lying in the sun
And if I had my way
I'd give a coconut to everyone

I got a friend named Jack
Look like a bone in a paper sack
That's my friend Jack
C'mon Jack, smell these coconuts
There's enough for everyone
Jackie likes the smell of cut grass
He used to play ball on Saturdays
Playing in the sun
Jackie likes the smell of cut grass
He used to play ball on Saturdays
Playing in the sun
If Jackie had his way
LyricsHe'd give some cut grass to everyone.

It's time to play
Never tasted such a sweet thing
Yesterdays
Sweet memories my heart's repeating
Time today
Everybody's heart is beating
Everybody's smile is greeting
Everybody's soul is heating (eating?)

I know a guy named Fred
Look like a bone in a slanted shed
That's my friend Fred
C'mon Fred, smell these coconuts
There's enough for everyone
Freddy likes the sound of cold drink
He used to pop tops on Saturday
Sipping in the sun
Freddy likes the sound of cold drink
He used to pop tops on Saturday
He was sipping in the sun
And if Freddy had his way
He'd give a cold drink to everyone

Gonna follow my nose to where the coconut grows
Nobody knows like I know my nose knows
Gonna follow my nose to where the coconut grows
Nobody knows like I know my nose knows
Gonna follow my nose to where the coconut grows
Nobody knows like I know my nose knows
Gonna follow my nose to where the coconut grows
Nobody knows like I know my nose knows

I like coconuts
You can break them open
And they smell like ladies lying in the sun


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Arleen was a G what a G
Arleen was a G what a G
Arleen was a G what a G
Arleen was a G what a G

Life was a thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die
Life was thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die

Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream
What a G what a G
Lean sideway

Woke up in the morning about 10:13
Six pack of stout a stick of sensi
Woke up this morning what do I see
LyricsNo no no, it's not like it, like it

Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G

{PANIC!}

Why does a rich man drink champagne?
Drink half a beer feel all the same
Life was a thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die

El Nino!
Electricity out, mine's out
Cat's been out for days
Hear it hollering on the trees over the sky

Lord Lord Lord Lord!
Can't stand it, no
Can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no

Life was a thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die
Why does a rich man drink champagne
Drink half a beer feel all the same

Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning about 10:13
Six pack of stout a stick of sensi
Go in the kitchen what do I see
No electricity
No TV
No Andy
I got my uncle (???)
Watch a whole hour of goodness and old time black and white
Loving that Barney boy

Lord!
Can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no

Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G


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