Lyrics Revolution 9 - Phish

Revolution 9

Bottle of claret for you if I’d realised
I’d forgotten all about it George, I’m sorry
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number
Then there’s this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
About the stortage of grain in Hertfordshire
Everyone of them knew that as time went by they’d
Get a little bit older and a little bit slower but
It’s all the same thing, in this case manufactured by
Someone who’s always umpteen
Your father’s giving it diddly-i-dee district was leaving
Intended to die
Ottoman
Long gone through
I’ve got to say irritably and
Floors, hard enough to put on
Per day’s md in our district
There was not really enough light to get down
And ultimately
Slumped down
Suddenly
They may stop the funding
Place your bets
The original
Afraid she’ll die
Great colours for the season
Number nine, number nine
Who’s to know?
Who was to know?
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
I sustained nothing worse than
Also, for example
Whatever you’re doing
A business deal falls through
I informed him on the third night, when fortune gives
People ride, people ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Ri-i-i-i-ide
Ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ide
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
I’ve missed all of that
It makes me a few day’s late
Compared with, like, wow!
And weird stuff like that
Taking our sides sometimes
Floral bark
Rouge doctors have brought this specimen
I have nobody’s short-cuts, aha
Nine, number nine
With the situation
They are standing still
The plan, the telegram
(Hubbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbba
Number nine, number Hubbba)
A man without terrors from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to my son
He really can try, as they do, to find function
Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high
And his eyes were low
Alright!
It was on fire and his glasses were the same
This thing know if it was tinted
But you know it isn’t
To me it is…
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine
So the wife called me and we’d better go to see a surgeon
To price it Yellow underclothes
So, any road, we went to see a dentist instead
That gave her a pair of teeth which wasn’t any good at all
So I said I’d marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea
Block that kick, block that kick
In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair
I’m not in the mood for whirling
How?
Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping
Bird’s for birding, and fish for fishing
Them for themming and when for whemming
Only to find the night-watchman
Unaware of his presence in the building
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine
Industry allows financial imbalance
Thrusting it bewteen his shoulder blades
The watusi, the twist
Eldorado
Take this, brother, may it serve you well
Maybe it’s nothing
What, what oh…
Maybe, even then, impervious in London
Could be difficult thing
It’s quick like rush for peace because it’s so much
Like being naked
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright
If, you’ve become naked
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick