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Looking For A Place To Happen `The Tragically Hip`

i've got a job, i explore, i follow every little whiff and i want my life to smell like this yo find a place, an ancient race the kind you'd like to gamble with where they'd stamp on burning bags of

Locked In The Trunk Of A Car `The Tragically Hip`

, lashing out at machine-revving tension, brushing by the machine revving tension morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop the end of a line a real, rainbow-likening, luck stop where you could

No Threat `The Tragically Hip`

Got a window washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness The past is no place to- Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a campaign debt reflected sky You die to your fans

The Bear `The Tragically Hip`

I was first attracted by your scent Your heart must be a caramelized onion By the time I saw your flame it was all over for you and whashisname.

Gift Shop `The Tragically Hip`

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 horse like a man

Scared `The Tragically Hip`

and more than a million works of art are whicked out to the woods so when nazis find the whole place dark they'd think god's left the museum for good i make you scared, if that's what I do if you're

Thirty-Eight Years Old `The Tragically Hip`

twelve men broke loose in seventy-three from millhaven maximum security twelve pictures lined up across the front page seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage the chief told the people they

38 Years Old `The Tragically Hip`

Twelve men broke loose in seventy three From Millhaven Maximum Security Twelve pictures lined up across the front page Seems the Mounties had a summertime war to wage Well, the chief told the people they

The New Maybe `The Tragically Hip`

You could write, you could think, you could have sex You could leave your jewellery in a bowl beside the bed Stare out the window, down the lawn to the lake For as long as it takes Maybe it's the things

In Sarnia `The Tragically Hip`

You're you're in my heart It's in my pockets and in my eyes, oh In my blood Sarnia, you've been on my mind You've been on my mind Oh, yeah See you staring at your phone Like a poker hand Hey, what you

Apartment Song `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 and it's standing, standing right here in front

Wheat Kings `The Tragically Hip`

sundown in the paris of the prairies wheat kings have all their treasures buried and all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing around the weather vane jesus in his zippo lighter, he sees the killer's

It's A Good Life If You Don't Weaken' `The Tragically Hip`

"When the colour of the night And all the smoke for one life Gives way to shaky movements, Improvisational skills, A forest of whispering speakers Let's swear that we will Get with the times, In a current

Little Bones `The Tragically Hip`

it gets so sticky down here better butter your cue-finger up it's the start of another new year better call the newspaper up 2.50 for a hi-ball and a buck and a half for a beer happy hour, happy hour

The Luxury `The Tragically Hip`

zoo lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout a little dose of home-fire got him all smoothed out melancholy wine-soaked tenderness she hated it here and she couldn't care less prisonyard stares

Impossibilium `The Tragically Hip`

i love you even when i don't even know i'm doing it and dismiss it out of hand cause i don't even know i'm doing it but your finger starts to wiggle and landscapes emerge can you spare some change dear

Yawning Or Snarling `The Tragically Hip`

one day in el paso the cops go into the crowd under a glaring bladder of light and the music is so loud and the tourists take their t-shirts off a busload of kids gives you the finger afternoon when

Trickle Down `The Tragically Hip`

old lion's dying, got left behind cut your teeth, lose your meat and man it's just a matter of time key's to the cuffs, you might be king that's it, that's all, that's everything skeletons come here

The Bastard `The Tragically Hip`

I had a bird's-eye view of a bird's-eye view when I saw you. I saw you not as you think, simply just as you. I saw you And all of this augers well even though it뭩 presaging pell-mell.

The Wherewithal `The Tragically Hip`

richard talks too slow he'd get interrupted long before i always loved that guy and he's not on t.v. anymore to get before he had the wherewithal to get out before he had the wherewithal you've got

Another Midnight `The Tragically Hip`

he was a coal miner in the spring blinded with its dusty resolutions broke his back for higher contributions now he'd take anything well she was 1970 burning like a cigarette long season heir to all

Tiger the Lion `The Tragically Hip`

This is Tiger the Lion gimme the Knuckles of Frisco - If there뭩 danger in the language, gentlemen, I suggest no further use of the two-way radio. 묳ohn Cage had come to feel that

Stay `The Tragically Hip`

You did the best that you could do. You were a great crew, who tried to nurture and preserve your faith in you. And with the bureau chiefs and the shrugging spies You could stay, but why.

Hot Mic `The Tragically Hip`

enough In here, I can hear god, the cat's paws cross the keys Or the wish tomorrow is, but a whisper from your lips and I fall to my knees I am the hot mic, the war room is dead, janitors move in Talking

Titanic Terrarium `The Tragically Hip`

growin up in a biosphere with no respect for bad weather there's still roaches and ants in here so resourceful and clever her greatgrandfather saw the future didn't know nothing bout panic, he certainly

Flamenco `The Tragically Hip`

does it dimish your super-capacity to love walk like a matador, don't be chicken shit and turn breezes into rivulets flamenco-sweep the air and weave the sun and stamp your feet for everyone

Cordelia `The Tragically Hip`

angst on the planks, spttin' from a bridge just to see how far down it really is robbing a bank, jumping on a train old antiques a man along can entertain it takes all your power to prove that you

As I Wind Down The Pines `The Tragically Hip`

As I wind down the pines it뭩 the lines on your face playing on your face Without thinking so much as abandoning thought I went through open country over water meadows streams lakes and

On The Verge `The Tragically Hip`

i don't know what came over me i'm too dumb for words i didn't think i'd like it here at all but, i swear, i swear i'm on the verge here we are, now who are you?

Lionized `The Tragically Hip`

cold wind blowing over your private parts i know a lack you've got and it makes a strong case for art billboard breasts, they don't have a face, i know that fact you've got, no girl could ever trace