some lyrics I like by the tragically hip
A couple sweet Tragically Hip songs (A head by a Century is probably one of my more favorite song I know):
Poets
Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction
He's been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough
And porn speaks to its splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
While aiming at the archetypal father
He says with such broad and tentative swipes "Why do you even bother?"
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
On the street and the epitome of vague
Don't tell me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he gets paid
If there's nothing more that you need now
Lawn cut by bare-breasted women
Beach bleached, towels within reach for the women gotta make it
That'll make it by swimming
Ahead by a Century
First we'd climb the tree
and maybe then we'd talk
or sit silently
and listen to our thoughts
with illusions of someday
casting a golden light
no dress rehearsal,
this is our life
that's where the hornet stung me
and I had a feverish dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
Stare in the morning shroud
and then the day began
I tilted your cloud,
you tilted my hand
rain falls in real time
and rain fell through the night
no dress rehearsal, this is our life
That's when the hornet stung me
and I had a serious dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
but this is our life
and disappointing you's gettin' me down
The Darkest One
Come in, come in, come in, come in
from under these darling skies come in
it's warm and it's safe here and almost harkening
off to a time and place now lost in our imagination
where you don't complain- but you still do
and you don't explain-but you still want to-explain
where you believe what you say without shame, 'I just do'
to say what you mean you don't mean what you say
-or you do
where the wild are strong
and the strong are the darkest ones
and you're the darkest one
Come in, come in, come in, come in
from thin and wicked prarie winds, come in
it's warm and it's safe here and almost heartening
here in a time and place not lost in our imagination
where you don't explain-but you still do
and you can complain-if you want to-complain
where you're real instrumental or supple
or sexy as hell
where you say "I believe" or say without shame
'I can't tell'
where the wild are strong
and the strong are the darkest ones
and you're the darkest one
O' and you're the darkest one
and if that's what you want
O' then you're the darkest one
Poets
Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction
He's been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough
And porn speaks to its splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
While aiming at the archetypal father
He says with such broad and tentative swipes "Why do you even bother?"
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
On the street and the epitome of vague
Don't tell me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he gets paid
If there's nothing more that you need now
Lawn cut by bare-breasted women
Beach bleached, towels within reach for the women gotta make it
That'll make it by swimming
Ahead by a Century
First we'd climb the tree
and maybe then we'd talk
or sit silently
and listen to our thoughts
with illusions of someday
casting a golden light
no dress rehearsal,
this is our life
that's where the hornet stung me
and I had a feverish dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
Stare in the morning shroud
and then the day began
I tilted your cloud,
you tilted my hand
rain falls in real time
and rain fell through the night
no dress rehearsal, this is our life
That's when the hornet stung me
and I had a serious dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
but this is our life
and disappointing you's gettin' me down
The Darkest One
Come in, come in, come in, come in
from under these darling skies come in
it's warm and it's safe here and almost harkening
off to a time and place now lost in our imagination
where you don't complain- but you still do
and you don't explain-but you still want to-explain
where you believe what you say without shame, 'I just do'
to say what you mean you don't mean what you say
-or you do
where the wild are strong
and the strong are the darkest ones
and you're the darkest one
Come in, come in, come in, come in
from thin and wicked prarie winds, come in
it's warm and it's safe here and almost heartening
here in a time and place not lost in our imagination
where you don't explain-but you still do
and you can complain-if you want to-complain
where you're real instrumental or supple
or sexy as hell
where you say "I believe" or say without shame
'I can't tell'
where the wild are strong
and the strong are the darkest ones
and you're the darkest one
O' and you're the darkest one
and if that's what you want
O' then you're the darkest one