Тексты песен «Tragically Hip»

well its & am and she woke by the radio yea she rolled on over said, "where did man go?" she's been a gunslinger's wife all her life now she fights when she's able for the sake of the kids when the knife's at their...

Well, it's 7 a.m. and she awoke by the radio Yea she rolled on over said, "Where did my man go?" She's been a gunslinger's wife all her life Now she fights when she's able For the sake of the kids when the...

Well, it's 7 a.m. and she awoke by the radio Yea she rolled on over said, "Where did my man go?" She's been a gunslinger's wife all her life Now she fights when she's able For the sake of the kids when the knife's at...

(words by Gordon Downie music by Bobby Baker, Johnny Fay, Gord Sinclair) The moon comes up, I start to sweat call the doctor, call the vet my brain goes numb, my blood gets hot all I need is what you got I'm a...

Your smile is fading a bit so I ration it Don't think about it Here where the Mississippi quits Where it's still got a bit of Minnesota in it No one will give you a thing these days They'd rather kill it or throw it...

-------------------- 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...

Youreyoure in my heart Its in my pockets and in my eyes, oh! In my blood Sarnia, youve been on my mind Youve been on my mind Oooh, oh, yeah Mmm-hmm See you staring at your phone Like a poker hand Hey, what you...

I love you, you know I do Yeah, it's perfect Well, it isn't and it is I've been meaning to call you I've been meaning to call you Then I do I've been meaning to call you I've been meaning to call you Then I do...

------------------- I want a BOOK that'll make me drunk full of freaks and disenfranchised punks. No amount of hate no load of junk no bag or words no costume trunk could MAKE ME FEEL the same way an inch an hour two...

----------------------------- Puffy lips glistening skin And everything comes rushing in We don't go to hell memories of us do I get a sense of connectedness Exclusive tight but nothing dangerous We don't go to hell...

He said, 'fuck this' and 'fuck that' And this guy's the diplomat Stares into the blur of the tuner lights It can't be Nashville every night He said, 'we are what we lack' And this guy's the autodidact Stares into the...

When the color 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 heath to stay...

(words by Gordon Downie music by Bobby Baker) I need your confidence need to know you're mine when it gets right down to the killing time i know you're heart is bad but it's all I've ever had we can live our lives on...

We can take a bit of a breather. We can skip to the practical part. We can skip to the Time of Neither, when we're together and even when we're apart. I'll tell you a story about the Lake Fever or we can skip to the...

(words and music by Gord Sinclair) You know the reasons I can't conceal You know I'm leaving you obviously you know how I feel it's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down it's not a matter for wrong or...

you kissed my fingers and made me love you Last night when we went to hell...When the blood-starred curtain fell...Men were turning on their machines, making everything mean...Fires burned, cold values clashed...Good...

"Do you mean the attack is routine?" A bird asked of a bird "In this context, a concave nest, How do we learn to hurt?" "Do you mean there's no variation?" Watching a dog charge a flock Of birds exploding in...

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 Until we meet again lets stay engaged until...

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. Lionized, Smoking...

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 buck and a half for a beer Happy hour, happy hour Happy hour is here...