Monday, February 09, 2004

The Tragically Hip

Fully Completely
At The Hundredth Meridian

me debunk an american myth? and take my life in my hands? where the great plains begin, at the hundredth meridian at the
hundredth meridian, where the great plains begin

driving down a corduroy road, weeds standing shoulder high ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance at the hundredth
meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin

left alone to get gigantic; hard, huge and haunted a generation so much dumber than its' parents came crashing through the
window a raven strains along the line of the road, carrying a muddy, old skull the wires whistle their approval, off down the
distance at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the
hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin

i remember, i remember buffalo and i remember hengelo it would seem to me i remember every single fucking thing i know

if i die of vanity, promise me, promise me, they bury me someplace i don't want to be, you'll dig me up and transport me,
unceremoniously, away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees, whispers of disease and the acts of enormity and
lower me slowly, sadly and properly get ry cooder to sing my eulogy, at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at
the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth
meridian where the great plains begin


Trouble At The Henhouse
Ahead By A Century

first we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk or sit silently and listen to our thoughts will illusions of someday casting a
golden light no dress rehearsal, this is our life

that's where the hornet stung me and i had a feverish dream with revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out

you are ahead by a century

stare in the morning shroud and then the day began i tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand rain falls in real time and rain fell
through the night no dress rehearsal, this is our life

that's when the hornet stung me and i had a serious dream with revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out

you are ahead by a century but this is our life and disappointing you's gettin' me down


Up To Here
New Orleans Is Sinking

bourbon blues on the stree, loose and complete under skies all smokey blue-green i can't forsake a dixie dead-shake so we
danced the sidewalk clean my memory is muddy, what's this river that i'm in? new orleans is sinking man and i don't wanna
swim

colonel tom. what's wrong? what's going on? you can tie yourself up for a deal he said, "hey north you're south shut you big
mouth, you gotta do what you feel is real" ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs my baby, she don't know me
when I'm thinking bout those years

pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire picking out the highlights of the scenery saw
a little cloud that looked a little like me

i had my hands in the river my feet back up on the banks looked up to the lord above and said, "hey man thanks" sometimes i
feel so good, i gotta scream she said gordie baby i know exactly what you mean she said, she said, i swear to god she said...

my memory is muddy what's this river that i'm in? new orleans is sinking mand and i don't wanna swim

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