The beautiful lull
The dangerous tug
We get to feel small
From high up above
And after a glimpse
Over the top
The rest of the world
Becomes a gift shop
The pendulum swings
For the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
First thing we'd climb a tree
And maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently
And listen to our thoughts
With illusions of someday
Cast in a golden light
No dress rehearsal
This is our li...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
Sled dogs after dinner
Close their eyes on the howling wastes
Kurt Cobain reincarnated
Sighs and licks his face
Then they drift past strips of Serengeti
And the gates of Sleepy Hol...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
Does it diminish your
Super-capacity to love?
Does it diminish your
Super-capacity to love?
Walk like a matador
Don't be chicken-shit
And turn breezes into rivulets
Flamenco-swe...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
Let's go to the park, let's go watch them flooding
Out there after dark, don't have to think of nothing
And I love that for, for the way I'm feeling
Seven hundred foot, seven hundr...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - 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 ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - 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
Standing, standing right here...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream
Forty gallons in a steady stream
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream
Forty gallons in a steady stream
Dream, stream, dream
Turn the mus...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip
It might be late but it won't be early
You got me to the gate with time for a coffee
It's getting late, sounds like a departure
It's getting close, sounds to me like a departure
U...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - 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 c...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tragically Hip