Phish is a rock band which formed in 1983 in Burlington, Vermont, United States. For most of their career, the group's lineup has consisted of Trey Anastasio (guitar, vocals), Page McConnell (keyboards, vocals), Mike Gordon (bass, vocals) and Jon Fishman (drums, vocals, vacuum cleaner).
The band is known for musical improvisation, extended jams, blending of genres, and a rigorous touring schedule that draws a famously dedicated fan base. Their music blends elements of a wide variety of genres
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Transcribed by Eli ([email protected]) This is exclusively a concert song so some things may be different depending on what version of the song you have. But listen it and get the rhythm.
Intro: ACDCFAG(for two bars) Verse: CBbFC C Bb D(for two bars) prelude to/last line before chorus Bridge (brain dead...): Same as verse chords Chorus (same as intro): ACDCFAG(for two bars)
Lyrics: Verse 1 Mr. Palmer is concerned with a thousand dollar question just like Roger he's a crazy little kid I've got the time if you've got the inclination so, cheer up Palmer you'll soon be dead (Bb B C) The noose is hanging, at least you won't die wondering Sit up and take notice, tell it like it is (Bb B C) If I were near you, I wouldn't be far from you I've got a feeling, you know what you did
Chorus: AC/DC Bag....
Verse 2 Time to put your money where your mouth is Put 'Em in A field and let 'Em fight it out (BbBC) I'm runnin' so fast my feet don't touch the ground I'm a stranger here, I'm going down Let's get down to the nitty-gritty Let's get this show on the road I'll show you mine, if you show me yours I'm breathin' hard, open the door
-Chorus-
Bridge Brain dead and made of money No future at all Pull down the blinds and run for cover No future at all Who would have thought it, that's where I am No future at all Don't sweat it, that's where I am Whoa, carry me down
Then the solo...nevermind.
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