Текст песни Axilla - Phish
                                                    I 
                                                dropped 
                                                the 
                                                buzzard 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sand 
                                                and 
                                                trudged 
                                                off 
                                                slowly 
                                                toward 
                                                the 
                                                town,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                needed 
                                                dinner 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                throw 
                                                my 
                                                weight 
                                                around,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                detected 
                                                faint 
                                                axilla 
                                                scent 
                                                that 
                                                put 
                                                me 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                appetite,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                mouflon 
                                                warring 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                renewed 
                                                in 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                fight,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                reveling 
                                                in 
                                                mirror 
                                                mask 
                                                    I 
                                                soon 
                                                was 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                foggy 
                                                ditch,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                feather 
                                                gray 
                                                or 
                                                white 
                                                to 
                                                tickle 
                                                that 
                                                piano 
                                                witch,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fearing 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                must 
                                                expose 
                                                my 
                                                worm 
                                                to 
                                                holographic 
                                                haze,
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                Clinometer 
                                                error 
                                                rose 
                                                and 
                                                spawned 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                new 
                                                mawkish 
                                                ways,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                woke 
                                                the 
                                                witch 
                                                with 
                                                reverence 
                                                reserved 
                                                for 
                                                serpents, 
                                                snails, 
                                                and 
                                                slugs,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pulled 
                                                the 
                                                witch 
                                                from 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                ditch 
                                                and 
                                                turned 
                                                to 
                                                face 
                                                the 
                                                furry 
                                                thugs,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sheep 
                                                they 
                                                smiled 
                                                with 
                                                teeth 
                                                agleam,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                weapons 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                hooves 
                                                revolved 
                                                    I 
                                                detected 
                                                    a 
                                                prostatic 
                                                ream,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                gulped 
                                                and 
                                                felt 
                                                my 
                                                loins 
                                                dissolve!
 
                                    
                                
                            1 My Soul
2 Stealing Time from the Faulty Plan
3 Vultures
4 Wolfman's Brother
5 Cities
6 Guyute
7 David Bowie
8 Wilson
9 McGrupp and the Watchful Hosemasters
10 Saw It Again
11 Run Like an Antelope
12 Drowned
13 Sand
14 Theme from the Bottom
15 Axilla
16 Birds Of A Feather
17 Tela
18 Split Open and Melt
19 Have Mercy
20 Piper
21 Slave to the Traffic Light
22 Good Times Bad Times
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