A unique lyric segment here. Still maintains the feel of most beginnings to this section and continues on a path of the Faucet Lick and Related Territories. Trey even does a double-time faucet lick as if it accentuate this. Trey repeats the CFL higher up on the 'doc at a more frenetic pace, and talking about frenetics, Fish has certainly joined the ranks of the Soldiers Of Histerics. The country is down for the count.
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Trey wails intoxicatingly. I dunno, like a rave this could go on forever, and like ravesters we'd keep on dancing to it till the morning light. Sounds like something I'd hear at a rave. I guarantee you that this Gin is unique in that you do not have 20 minutes of Phish in your collection that sounds like this. I say that same thing about this Gin.