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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 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 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 8 Years Old Ben Lee Eight years old I was in love with a girl Eight years old My only love meant the world We'd hang out Play catch and kiss at lunch time I was young she was something to call mine I'd be lying if Thirty Years UK Chasing rainbows for a lifetime That left your girl like shadows from the sun Run into traces of faces you thought you saw But never seemed to mean much more Than echoes of a day gone by When someone else 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 TURNING THIRTY Randy Stonehill TURNING THIRTY Words and Music by Randy Stonehill I've got a house down by the ocean The rent is not too high And I love to watch the ships come in And hear the seagulls cry And lately I've 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 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 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 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 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