Go suck some souls, be a reader, get used
Laugh at a funeral or two
And laugh til all the chameleons turn black
Laugh and laugh til you’re told ‘please don’t come back’
The Tragically Hip
Tag: spilled quotes
Gently breathing
Lit by the morning sun
Through the night
It had been raining venom
I don’t want to be kind
Not a bullet in the right place
Or just of two minds
More important than important
The Tragically Hip.
I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
I think I’m in despair
The wind is in the trees
Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me
Is this future’s gate?
Where my dreams retreat?
And all my memories are just memories of memories?
And a-folded in a dream
Pitch-black and glowing blue
A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’
Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes
I saw my pale last days
Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’
Ah-oh, I know a way to get back
This don’t have to end
A way to get back
And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
Then he wished me plain
As he flew away
Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day
And he wished me plain
Ordinary death
Said he’d be back after I escaped it
oh
I’ve seen how they are
How they’d all sell their souls
In little bits and pieces, til they get old
They don’t make a dent
In indifference
We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them
But I want to go back
If this is the end
I want to go back
Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’
Not to haunt them, haunt them
Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt
Haunt them, haunt them
Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.
I don’t floss my teeth,
For my minds got more plaque.
Vagabond Prophet
I don’t floss my teeth,
For my minds got more plaque.
Vagabond Prophet
Even though I know it don’t make any sense
I’m in love with your every irrelevance
Gord Downie
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
Vagabond Prophet 