Tytuł: Ultra mundane

• Wykonawca: The Tragically Hip
• Wyświetleń: 285

Come the ultra mundane of another life
   You know it by the trail of the nervousness
   Your memories compress, your senses are sly
   And portions of your shadowiness on, on your everyday nights
   Into northern lights
   Pour it all at their service
  
   Start beginning by beginning
   It's time, it's time, it's time
   A new tradition, a new beginning
   It's time, it's time, it's time
  
   It's time to make it inside with a wristband, alright
   To see Etobicoke coyotes
   To get pretend scars, to see like a pair
   To feel as welcome as a sneeze in a motorcycle helmet
  
  
   Feel the ultra mundane of another life
   A poet in the service
  
   Start beginning, new traditions
   It's time, it's time, it's time
   The demolition is beginning
   It's time, it's time, it's time
   They're underpinning the tradition
   It's time, it's time, it's time
   No perdition in the beginning
   It's time, it's time
  
   But there's no time to ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean?"
   You looked at me like I was eating runny eggs in slow motion
   Maybe, maybe I saw you soften, baby
   When your angst had me over your shoulder
   Your beleaguered old lady
  
   Start beginning, a new tradition
   It's time, it's time, it's time
   No tradition of dereliction
   It's time, it's time, it's time
   No conditions, no sedition
   It's time, it's time, it's time
   A new beginning, a new tradition
  
   And at the end I'll burn so unkind
   You might ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean? Another ocean?"