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stephen the levite & dj official - fish lyrics

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don’t forget about the dj
we can’t forget about the dj
don’t forget about the dj
we can’t forget about the dj

i can’t remember how i met fish/
it seemed to be immediate friendship/
in a lot of ways phish taught us what friend meant/
but it was more than that it was family and kinship/

i wish you could’ve seen him in action/
playing round while the beat loads, freestyling and laughing/
his cat gave me an allergic reaction/
it would jack me up, but not enough not to come back in/

snickers would attack your feet/
on the way to the dining room then we’d laugh and eat/
theresa would feed us, if we had the need/
we brought our laundry they taught us hospitality/

memories are all that i’m left with/
so it hurts when realize how much i’m forgettin’/
i think i’m learning why jesus wept when/
his friend died, though he knew there’s hope in the resurrection//

hook: it feels like…
i can’t sing it but it feels like…
today you’d be 45 if still alive/
we’d be praising god for transplant, not asking “why?”/
it still doesn’t feel right if i’m honest/
i’m still burdened by what you left behind unaccomplished/

don’t know if i told you but you’re my favorite/
i wish you were around for all the flowers and fragrance/
i’ve seen them appreciating your greatness/
not that you did it to get acknowledged tryna be famous/

you raised the bar on production/
i’m hot when you not mentioned in top 5 discussions/
you’re a pioneer and a goat/
a big reason that genre as a whole had stopped being a joke/

you made everybody official/
we knew that we had potential with one of your instrumentals/
and you did half of tbg for free/
to me, your generosity’s up there with your beats/

you deserved a lot more than you got/
but you were grateful never heard you complain over the job/
you were motivated by love not the fame or the money/
serving the savior humbly, more than making bunch of beats/

and you were doing more to improve/
learning piano chords, and watching thud rumble scratch tutorials/
staying on top of the latest tech/
read the mp manual, had to give you respect/
plus you had crazy versatility/
the genres were never a limit to your abilities/
i still listen to old beats you could have made in ’03/
marveling that you never sold these/

too many projects never happened/
at the time we slept, but now i’m mad we don’t have them/
cause now those songs are more than songs/
but you never realize what you got until it’s gone/

hook

when he got to the top of the steps/
he stopped to rest, and i watched as he caught his breath/
but that was only the first set/
the studio’s top floor, that’s like a 3rd of the trek/

awkward moment, caused me to take stock of my emotions/
and call into question all of my motives/
i know he’d rather be on the road doing shows with/
the whole clique, but instead of home sick, he’s home, sick/

but in the span of 3 months he/
made 38 beats i’d say he’s still hungry/
he knew that he was, blessed to do what he loves/
so through it he struggled, proving he wasn’t losing his touch/
i remember praying for months with the kids/
that god would heal, and give new lungs to uncle fish/
those last couple a months were a trip/
with highs and lows, and hope troubles were gonna end/

the rug was sn+tched from under our kicks/
a week after a bad lung donor this one is it/
surgery was great, 2 weeks later he wasn’t with/ us
god i take it back, father that was not what we meant/

5 years later it still hurts/
i’ve lost family too, but this feels worse/
the lack of prep and the regret/
clash with the comforting fact that phish is at rest/

near the end his lungs were barely functioning/
it sucks that he’s gone but i’m glad he’s not suffering/
how selfish would i have to be to ask him to come back when/
i know he’s better off absent

i remember saying something insensitive/
to a friend as she was mourning the death of a relative/
i didn’t get it then, but death is something we have to wrestle with/
even if like my friend fish they forever live/

hook: it feels like…
i can’t sing it but it feels like…

- stephen the levite dj official lyrics

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