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New Orleans Is Sinking The Tragically Hip bourbon blues on the stree, loose and complete under skies all smokey blue-green i can't forsake a dixie dead-shake so we danced the sidewalk clean my memory is muddy, what's this river that i'm in? The New Maybe The Tragically Hip You could write, you could think, you could have sex You could leave your jewellery in a bowl beside the bed Stare out the window, down the lawn to the lake For as long as it takes Maybe it's the things Little Bones The Tragically Hip it gets so sticky down here better butter your cue-finger up it's the start of another new year better call the newspaper up 2.50 for a hi-ball and a buck and a half for a beer happy hour, happy hour Escape Is At Hand For The Travellin' Man The Tragically Hip It was our third time in New York It was your fourth time in New York We were fifth and sixth on the bill We talk a little about our bands Talk a little of our future plans It's not like we were best of Something On The Tragically Hip "Your imagination's having puppies It could be a video for new recruits Just stare into the camera And pretend that you got the flu Or dream of impossible vacations And get all teary from the wind Look Wheat Kings The Tragically Hip sundown in the paris of the prairies wheat kings have all their treasures buried and all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing around the weather vane jesus in his zippo lighter, he sees the killer's Three Pistols The Tragically Hip tom thompson came paddling past i'm pretty sure it was him and he spoke so softly in accordance to the growing of the dim he said, "bring on the brand new renaissance cause i think i'm ready i've been Flamenco The Tragically Hip does it dimish your super-capacity to love walk like a matador, don't be chicken shit and turn breezes into rivulets flamenco-sweep the air and weave the sun and stamp your feet for everyone New Orleans Gary US Bonds Come on everybody take a trip with me Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans. The honey suckle is bloomin on the honeysuckle vine And love is blomin there all the time. Sherpa The Tragically Hip me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars staring into the fire before tv, the remote-control's on Mars in the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind in a flood of country we lay down New Orleans J.J. Cale Have you ever been down to New Orleans Lord, lord, them crazy queens Crying the blues is what they do down there Fortune teller, he knows your name Fortune teller, he'll tell you your game Crying the blues New Orleans Grace Kinda lonely in New Orleans Play the same old record Makes me think of when we first met So I wait 'til the phone rings Said you'd call me by the morning Why you hiding darling What you been up to I'm Butts Wigglin The Tragically Hip the sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in a not quite fog the sweet sound of patent approval comin' down in powdery sparks the sweet sound of patent approval comin' down with holiday concern New Orleans Michelle Shocked out their beat Boys are swingin' girls around My heart is jumpin' to the sound of New Orleans She's the Queen of Sleaze New Orleans She got me on my knees New Orleans She's the girl of my dreams Daredevil The Tragically Hip i can't imagine how you feel and this is how you feel you say your name like your no longer convinced but now they're strapping you in and closing the lid and they're dropping you in what's done you Hot Mic The Tragically Hip I am the hot mic, I pick up asides, of the modern tyrant 'laws of the shadows, colours of justice', I don't know what it meant How 'patriotism is now enough' and it's 'powerful stuff' Can we get it quiet Ahead By A Century The Tragically Hip first we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk or sit silently and listen to our thoughts will illusions of someday casting a golden light no dress rehearsal, this is our life that's where the New Orleans PJ Morton Ladies and gentlemen I’d like to present my son Paul Sylvester Morton Junior On Christmas 1999 in his own way As he managed to steal us on the piano Paul Morton Junior go ahead I used to sit for hours In A World Possessed By The Human Mind The Tragically Hip Just give me the news It can all be lies Exciting over fair or the right thing at the right time Everything is clear Just how you described The way it appears, A world possessed by the human mind Then Here, In The Dark The Tragically Hip thought that consoles me is just a star I am in the dark I have the dream that you told me, hidden within Just a dumb little dream that you told me, probably nothing Where I'm wild and lonely, in a winter Cordelia The Tragically Hip angst on the planks, spttin' from a bridge just to see how far down it really is robbing a bank, jumping on a train old antiques a man along can entertain it takes all your power to prove that you Trickle Down The Tragically Hip old lion's dying, got left behind cut your teeth, lose your meat and man it's just a matter of time key's to the cuffs, you might be king that's it, that's all, that's everything skeletons come here New Orleans Hans Theessink Sixty-one out of Baton Rouge Down Louisian' Heading for the gulf of Mexico Sun is beating, ain't no breeze Spanish moss from big old trees Listening to the cajun1 radio Going down on the Mississippi Yawning Or Snarling The Tragically Hip one day in el paso the cops go into the crowd under a glaring bladder of light and the music is so loud and the tourists take their t-shirts off a busload of kids gives you the finger afternoon when Tiger the Lion The Tragically Hip This is Tiger the Lion gimme the Knuckles of Frisco - If there뭩 danger in the language, gentlemen, I suggest no further use of the two-way radio. 묳ohn Cage had come to feel that Long Time Running The Tragically Hip is hse telling you i'm the one? Wild Mountain Honey The Tragically Hip The hummingbird is cleared for maintenance, evacuating long after it made no sense. It뭩 not so much a load and stay any more as a gotta-get-down-the-road-before-the- temperature-soars. Tired As Fuck The Tragically Hip Tired as fuck The greedy palace has been keepin' me up See nothin' Can't and won't You will and can Tired as fuck It's so hard to wonder why when you don't feel worthy of Bein' alone Whatever wind may The Bastard The Tragically Hip the bastard of it being, having to choose Then you turned all Billy Sunday, shoutin' "Philadelphia for Christ and Christ for Philadelphia," as the sun groomed the plane with crepuscular rays. No Threat The Tragically Hip Got a window washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness The past is no place to- Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a campaign debt reflected sky You die to your fans