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 Rate Esther
Artist : Phish
Song : Esther
It was late one fall night at a fairground near
town
When esther first saw the armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand
His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white
cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
And the lights from the rides showed a
mischievous sparkle
That flashed in his hollow eyed stare
He said "little girl, you can chop off my
legs
And then peel off my socks if you want to.
But I’d rather you took this old puppet from me
That I hold in my pail as we speak."
And he stood looking down at the innocent girl
And she stared at the bucket bewildered
Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see
And a giant smile grew on his face
She saw the doll’s eyes and she couldn’t resist
And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the
church
And she burst through the door with puppet held
high
And a hush filled the chapel, and the people
looked mean
Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob
Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl
The frenzied congregation struggled desperately
to fetch
The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in esther’s
leather sack
Through the window of the church a storm began to
rage
And esther knew the time had come to flee
She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in
the distance
And out into the rainstorm where she felt she
would be free
But the wind was blowing harder
And her skirt began to billow
Until finally her feet began to lift
And she rose above the people and the houses
And the chimneys
And esther and the doll were set adrift
Floating higher over the hills, and the valleys
and treetops
They’d flutter and glide
Soaring and turning suspended on air
With the earth far below them they’d tumble
And dive through the clouds
And she began to plummet earthward till she
Landed in the nasty part of town
She glanced about the village sure to find the
evil men
Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night
Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held
the
Puppet on her rump.
Feeling quite outnumbered esther hid behind
A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited
Till the dawn
Cause it would have been a blunder to
Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl
When the morning came, she wandered through the
streets
Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town
At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she
heard a sound
It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock
her down
As esther stood and shook her head
The joggers were approaching
And she knew she had no choice left but to swim
As the frosty water sank it’s bitter teeth into
her hide
She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her
skin
Naked now she made her way toward the shore
When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her
toe.
And the puppet she’d forgotten wrapped it’s tiny
Little arms around her ankle and wouldn’t let her
go.
The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole
As the doll pulled her down through the eerie
green deep
And the sound of the laughing old man filled her
ears
As she drifted away to a tranquil
And motionless sleep.
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