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 tear...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
The man 'cross the street, he don't move a muscle
Though he's all covered in dust
When constitutions of granite can't save the planet
What's to become of us?
With a painted restra...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
I left your house this morning
'Bout a quarter after nine
Coulda been the Willie Nelson
Could of been the wine
When I left your house this morning
It was a little after nine
It wa...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
Thompson Girl, I'm stranded at the Unique Motel
Thompson Girl, winter fighter's shot on the car as well
Looks like Christmas at 55 degrees
This latitude weakens my knees, Thompson ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
Whether laying down yourself beside it
Or slipping into its cool and rushing effects
Or drifting on it to where it broadens
Your admiration for, for its more elusive aspects
Being...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
Titillation's been replaced
By interstate, brick face and Coffee-Mate
And by a list of phone calls
You'll like to make
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could sta...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
Legs scream at bikes and bikes scream at trucks
And motorists curse their lousy luck
Crossing guard's not doing his job
And traffic's not about to stop for the first casualty of th...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
By design, by neglect
For a fact or just for effect
When they met, where they connect
At the confluence of travel and sex
More a trip than a quest
Plunged into the deeply freckled ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - 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 no...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
I like the tone of your trumpet
C'mon, let's spill some paint
Let's raise a glass of milk to
The end of another day
And to the kiss that's still intangible
The kids are all right,...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip