Lyrical Wednesdays.

Yeah love, what little we shared
Love, broken and repaired
Love, deeply misunderstood
Love, that’s how we got good

Love over Money, Gord Downie

Gordie wrote this tune for his band mates.
So precious.
The lyrics.
The love.
Even though we know he’s gone, he still moves us to tears.

Lyrical Wednesdays.

We’re forced to bed
But we’re free to dream
All us human extras
All us herded beings
And after a glimpse
Over the top
The rest of the world
Becomes a gift shop

Gift Shop, The Tragically Hip

Lyrical Wednesdays.

Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall
Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all
Freezing slow time, away from the world
He’s thirty-eight years old, never kissed a girl
He’s thirty-eight years old, never kissed a girl

38 Years Old, The Tragically Hip

Lyrical Wednesdays.

Outside there’s hectic action
The ice is covering the trees
And one of ‘em’s interconnecting
With my Chevrolet Caprice

Something On, The Tragically Hip

Lyrical Wednesdays.

I love you so much, it distorts my life.

What Blue, The Tragically Hip

Lyrical Wednesdays.

Okay, you made me scared, you did what you set out to do
And I’m not prepared, you really had me going there for a minute or two
He said, you made me scared too, I wasn’t sure I was getting through
I got to go, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you

Scared, The Tragically Hip

There are some songs you hear for the very first time and instantly love. That happened to me back in ’94 in a university residence room in Sudbury, Ontario and I still to this day remember how that felt.

Good night, Gordie. We are all better having known you…

Lyrical Wednesdays.

We said goodbe before hello
My secrets she will never know
And if I dig a hole to China
I’ll catch the first junk to SoHo

No Myth, Michael Penn