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When The Weight Comes Down The Tragically Hip afternoon, see a guy with rubies on his head and he's shifting like shifting like he was dead and he's hearing something, she never said on his way back home, under his bed when the weight comes 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 Sharks The Tragically Hip Sharks don뭪 attack the Irish, it뭩 mostly Australians. There뭩 nothing accomplished by these splashing citizens. 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 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 Putting Down The Tragically Hip United state of ricochet from the boardwalk to the Appian way the diamond files, the corporate raves you뭗 practically kill not to be afraid and I뭢 starting to choke on the things I Impossibilium The Tragically Hip i love you even when i don't even know i'm doing it and dismiss it out of hand cause i don't even know i'm doing it but your finger starts to wiggle and landscapes emerge can you spare some change dear 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 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 Inevitability Of Death The Tragically Hip puffy lips glistening skin and everything comes rushing in we don't go to hell memories of us do i get a sense of connectedness exclusive tight but nothing dangerous we don't go to hell memories of My Music At Work The Tragically Hip It뭩 the middle of the night. You뭨e all alone and the dummies might be right. You feel like a jerk. My music at work. My music at work. Avoid trends and cliches. 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 As I Wind Down The Pines The Tragically Hip As I wind down the pines it뭩 the lines on your face playing on your face Without thinking so much as abandoning thought I went through open country over water meadows streams lakes and The Bastard The Tragically Hip I had a bird's-eye view of a bird's-eye view when I saw you. I saw you not as you think, simply just as you. I saw you And all of this augers well even though it뭩 presaging pell-mell. 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. 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 Toronto #4 The Tragically Hip Did you know you were the rock plug for all of us did you know in the conduit of Vesuvius You were far more unifying than you know I뭢 not a judge of suitable but, you almost had it all. now you뭠l have Born In The Water The Tragically Hip when you were born in the water and you were raised in the sky? Apartment Song The Tragically Hip illuminate the obvious it's standing right here in front of us what our apartment does when we're not around does not concern us simulate the obvious and it's standing, standing right here in front Bring It All Back The Tragically Hip i'd been carving you to see what form you'd take you were hiding in ivory i just wanted to free your shape bringing me down, it's too quiet to breathe who wants to hear their heart beat? 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 Scared The Tragically Hip , but if i have to he said, i can make you scared, it's kinda what i do if you're prepared, here's what I can put you through you're in russia and more than a million works of art are whicked out to the Blow At High Dough The Tragically Hip anything get it out, get it all out yea stretch that thing make it last, make it all last at least until the supper bell rings well the taxi driver like his rhythm never likes the stops throes of 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 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 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 Boots Or Hearts The Tragically Hip well i think that there's a problem here her voice just don't sound right but i left myself on her answering machine said, "i'm back in town tonight" i feel i've stepped out of the wilderness all squint-eyed 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 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