Even though I know it don’t make any sense
I’m in love with your every irrelevance
Gord Downie
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Okay, here it is, the chaotic first sip of loneliness
The flame that flicks and pretty soon I want more of it
The happiness and its’ restlessness
Me, me, I’m as happy as my least happy kid
The Tragically Hip
Maybe a prostitute
Could teach you
How to take a compliment
The Tragically Hip (via vagabondprophet)
I’d been carving you
To see what form you’d take
You were hiding in ivory
I just wanted to free you shape
The Tragically Hip (via vagabondprophet)
I’d been carving you
To see what form you’d take
You were hiding in ivory
I just wanted to free you shape
The Tragically Hip (via vagabondprophet)
Maybe a prostitute
Could teach you
How to take a compliment
The Tragically Hip
Treading the boards, screaming out Macbeth
Just to see how much bad luck you really get
Jump in the ring with your hidden cape
The bull can’t decide what it is that he really hates
It takes all of your power
To prove that you don’t care
I’m not Cordelia. I will not be there
The Tragically Hip
Want to be your wheezing screen door
Want to be your stars of Algonquin
Want to be your roaring floorboard
Want to break the hearts of everyone
The Tragically Hip
His tiny knotted heart
Well, I guess it never worked too good
The timber tore apart
And the water gorged the wood
The Tragically Hip
He doesn’t know a soul
There’s nowhere that he’s really been
But he won’t travel long alone
No, not in Fiddler’s Green
Balloons all filled with rain
As children’s eyes turn sleepy-mean
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler’s Green
The Tragically Hip
Vagabond Prophet 