There's a mouse starin' out of the window His car is trapped in the snow He's planning a family vacation But he just can't go Around the next corner's a red bird His feathers are trapped in a sling He's passed by some gunslinging parrot (he's been trashed by some gunslinging parrot) Who's jealous he ain't got no grin There ain't no time to stash the gumbo Or rattle around in a cage The sacrificed child's made bubbles And spittle is everywhere enraged In THE hot sand *i render* I RAN ON my feet (in the hot sand i render my feet) They're blistered and caked with debris Chez rolez is guarding the tote board While Angry piddles with glee There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper He's sending them off to himself He gets them a couple days later Who put them along his top shelf If you get tired of shavings And carve up a good hunk of wood Remembering to check on the sausage He's got cooking somewhere look good (he's got cooking somewhere but good)
Yes! Love it. Seen this gem a few times live, but definitely first in over ten years. ps no blasting guitar solo out of the verse either. Different. Non traditional.
Everything from 2:57 to 6:12 was as boring as can be. Small sample of talent around 6:13. What a waste of a solo opportunity from someone one that stage, like what was that?
Gumbo always gets me. At my first show in 2021 neatstick played and I was pelted with slim Jim’s. Gumbo also played but I wasn’t hit with any foods
Alpharetta always delivers, never Digiorno.
Thought they were go na take this one all the way. Love the lil pockets they develop.
the band is named after fishman for a reason
There's a mouse starin' out of the window
His car is trapped in the snow
He's planning a family vacation
But he just can't go
Around the next corner's a red bird
His feathers are trapped in a sling
He's passed by some gunslinging parrot (he's been trashed by some gunslinging parrot)
Who's jealous he ain't got no grin
There ain't no time to stash the gumbo
Or rattle around in a cage
The sacrificed child's made bubbles
And spittle is everywhere enraged
In THE hot sand *i render* I RAN ON my feet (in the hot sand i render my feet)
They're blistered and caked with debris
Chez rolez is guarding the tote board
While Angry piddles with glee
There's a fool writing notes out on sandpaper
He's sending them off to himself
He gets them a couple days later
Who put them along his top shelf
If you get tired of shavings
And carve up a good hunk of wood
Remembering to check on the sausage
He's got cooking somewhere look good (he's got cooking somewhere but good)
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Yes! Love it. Seen this gem a few times live, but definitely first in over ten years.
ps no blasting guitar solo out of the verse either. Different. Non traditional.
Is that a dragon ball on stage lol
Take some GA dates off the tour boys, put 2 in TX, take 2 from GA! :D
Everything from 2:57 to 6:12 was as boring as can be. Small sample of talent around 6:13. What a waste of a solo opportunity from someone one that stage, like what was that?
You basically suck.
@@rutheford13 That dude has never surrendered to the flow. Not once.
Nick Agins is there another performance of this one which you prefer...or were you just trolling for cheap heat
if all these guys did was showcase talent, they'd suck
I've been listening to that groove form 3:00 to 6:00 over and over again.. it's super weird and neat get outta here with ya nonsense.