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Phish Undermind

Undecided, undefined Undisturbed yet undermined Relocated not retired Reprimanded and rewind Mystified and misshapen Misinformed but not mistaken Reinvented

A song I heard the ocean sing A shining light in darkness deep I prayed a prayer into the tide <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni

Northern dilemma Call of the cold The arms of the arctic begin to unfold Sit in a circle facing the sun Get what you can now Winter is on Truth on

Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind I can bend in sixty-eight ways I have lived for twelve thousand days Twenty-eight teeth inside my head

If you would only start to live One moment at a time You would, I think, be startled By the things that you would find. Like Scents you never noticed

Sometimes when the evening's young The wind dies down, the setting sun Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine And fills the oceans with red win The trees

When I see the connection Though I see I don't stare Though I see I don't stare When I'm lost in my reflection Though I see I don't stare Though I see

Ten mountains stand tall Nine seasons since fall Eight eons of sand Seven oceans began Now there is none No more light from the sun Now waters run free