First we’d climb the treeand maybe then we’d talkor sit silentlyand listen to our thoughtswith illusions of somedaycasting a golden lightno dress rehearsal,this is our life that’s where the hornet stung meand I had a feverish dreamwith revenge and doubttonight, we smoke them out You are ahead by a century Stare in the morning shroud […]
Tag Archives: The Tragically Hip
Long Time Running
Does you mother tell you things?Long, long when I’m gone?Who you talking to?Is she telling you I’m the one?It’s a grave mistake and I’m wide awake. Drive-In’s rained outWeatherman wet-fingers the skyHe pokes it out, he pulls it inHe don’t know whyIt’s the same mistake It’s been a long time runningIt’s been a long time […]
My Music At Work
Everything is bleak.It’s the middle of the night.You’re all alone and the dummies might be right.You feel like a jerk.My music at work.My music at work. Avoid trends and clichés.Don’t try to be up to date.And when the sunlight hits the olive oil,don’t hesitate.The night’s so long it hurtsMy music at work.In a symbol too […]
Stay
You did the best that you could do.You were a great crew,who tried to nurture and preserve yourfaith in you.And with the bureau chiefsand the shrugging spiesYou could stay, but why? You see a light and then anotherand everything you fought fornaught’s uncovered.You’re not a fighter, you’re a lover.You got no business in here, brotherso… […]
Fireworks
If there’s a goal that everyone remembers, it was back in ol’ 72 We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger And all I remember is sitting beside you You said you didn’t give a fuck about hockey And I never saw someone say that before You held my hand and we […]
Don't Wake Daddy
Sled dogs after dinnerclose their eyes onthe howlin’ wastesKurt Cobain, reincarnated,sighs and licks his facethen they drift past stripsof Serengeti and the gatesof Sleepy Hollow tooyou can pause in wonder,they paused in wonder andyea, I paused in wonder toojust don’t wake daddy They can lay their headson their futon-beds,so many miles from homeyou can teach […]
38 Years Old
twelve men broke loose in seventy-threefrom Millhaven maximum securitytwelve pictures lined up, across the front pageseems the Mounties had a summertime war to wagethe chief told the people they had nothing to fearsaid, "the last thing they wanna do is hang around here"they mostly came from towns with long french namesbut one of the dozen […]