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38 Years Old

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Up To Here

"twelve men broke loose in seventy-three
from Millhaven maximum security
twelve pictures lined up

Don't Wake Daddy

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Trouble At The Henhouse

"Sled dogs after dinner
close their eyes on
the howlin' wastes
Kurt Cobain

Ahead By A Century

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Trouble At The Henhouse

"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

All Canadian Surf Club

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: The Tragically Hip

"Well there's a rockin' little spot
Next to the Regent Theatre
And if you wanna make the scene
You'll make it sooner or later
You're really hanging with the crowd
You know the ins and the outs here
All Canadian Surf Club
Denim jackets and long hair

Well we're rocking to the beach
Watch the waves as they roll there
I meant I really dig you baby
Make me wild with your blonde hair
Yeah

An Inch An Hour

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Day For Night

I want a book that'll make me drunk
full of freaks and disenfranchised punks.
No amount of hate no load of junk
no bag or words no costume trunk
could make me feel the same way
an inch an hour two feet a day
to move through night
in this most fashionable way.

There's this fuckin band you gotta see
they used to scare the living shit outta me.
No frothing dog no cool insanity
no "rock n' roll" no christianity
makes me feel the same way
an inch an hour two feet a day
to move through night
with very little else to say
but I'm helpless less with the people
than the space

No struggletown no bemused Trudeau
no solitary walks through vacant lots
in moonglow

Tonight the winter may have missed its mark
you can see your breath in Springside Park
coffee-coloured ice and peeling birch bark the
sound of rushing water in the dark
makes me feel the same way
an inch an hour two feet a day
to move through life
with very little else to say
but I'm helpless more with the people
than the space
I mean I'm helpless less with the people
than the space

You see

Another Midnight

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Trickle Down

"he was a coal miner in the spring
blinded with its dusty resolutions
broke his back for higher contributions
now he'd take anything
well she was 1970
burning like a cigarette long season
heir to 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 calendar burns
as the story unfolds
and the valley spans miles
when the mountain stands high
can't they let us run wild
for another midnight

perhaps we're election day
pumping hands and kissing all the babies
ain't no time for shadowed doubts or maybes
is there another way?
or we're a stolen Cadillac
racing for a roadblock in the distance
flashing by a lifetime in an instance
can we take it all back?
oh ma he's dying
oh ma he's dying

and the river don't sleep...

can we take it back

and the valley spans miles
when the mountain stands high
can't they let us run wild
for another midnight

"

Apartment Song

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Trouble At The Henhouse

"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

As I Wind Down The Pines

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Music @ Work

"As I wind down the pines
it's the lines on your face
playing on your face.

Without thinking so much
as abandoning thought
I went through open country
over water meadow streams
lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
to a nest in the hole of
this dead
tree.

To play without stopping or pause
not for silence not for applause
not without thinking
and thinking's abandoning thought.

As I wind down the pines
it's the lines on your face
playing on your face.
"

At The Hundredth Meridian

Artysta: The Tragically Hip Album: Fully Completely

Me debunk an American myth?
And take my life in my hands?
Where the great plains begin



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