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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 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 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 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 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? 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 In Sarnia The Tragically Hip my heart It's in my pockets and in my eyes, oh In my blood Sarnia, you've been on my mind You've been on my mind Oh, yeah See you staring at your phone Like a poker hand Hey, what you reading You said the 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 Bobcaygeon The Tragically Hip Coulda been the Willie Nelson, Coulda been the wine When I left your house this morning, It was a little after nine It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations Reveal themselves, one star at time Drove 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 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 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 The Luxury The Tragically Hip care less prisonyard stares and fleur-de-lis tattoos cannibals are saving all their bones for soup eating with my fingers and sucking hulls of ships my parasite don't deserve no better than this the 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. The Bear The Tragically Hip I was first attracted by your scent Your heart must be a caramelized onion By the time I saw your flame it was all over for you and whashisname. The Completists The Tragically Hip you lured me a lot Clearly lifeless barefeet and dogs just trained to sniff you saw him struggle then you saw him cease his struggling you said, we뭨e halfway come and meet us we뭨e the The Wherewithal The Tragically Hip richard talks too slow he'd get interrupted long before i always loved that guy and he's not on t.v. anymore to get before he had the wherewithal to get out before he had the wherewithal you've got At The Hundredth Meridian The Tragically Hip where the great plains begin, at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian, where the great plains begin driving down a corduroy road, weeds standing shoulder high ferris wheel is rusting off Gift Shop The Tragically Hip the beautiful lull, the dangerous tug we get to feel small from high up above and after a glimpse over the top the rest of the world becomes a gift shop the pendulum swings for the horse like a man 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 Freak Turbulence The Tragically Hip a voice above the engine and the jet stream combined 'it's time..sir...The time sir... Do you have the time?' Poets The Tragically Hip "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 Thirty-Eight Years Old The Tragically Hip twelve men broke loose in seventy-three from millhaven maximum security twelve pictures lined up across the front page seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage the chief told the people they Thugs The Tragically Hip everyone's got their breaking point with me it's spiders and with you it's me thugs in perpetuity when we're excited little birds around the feeder the cat's indifferent or he's just furious it seems 38 Years Old The Tragically Hip Twelve men broke loose in seventy three From Millhaven Maximum Security Twelve pictures lined up across the front page Seems the Mounties had a summertime war to wage Well, the chief told the people they 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 Sharks The Tragically Hip Sharks don뭪 attack the Irish, it뭩 mostly Australians. There뭩 nothing accomplished by these splashing citizens. Another Midnight The Tragically Hip her family's old treasons she makes love hard like an enemy oh ma he's dying and the river don't sleep when the water runs cold and the calander burns as the story unfolds and the valley spans miles On The Verge The Tragically Hip i don't know what came over me i'm too dumb for words i didn't think i'd like it here at all but, i swear, i swear i'm on the verge here we are, now who are you? 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