Lyrical Wednesdays.

I can cry, beg and whine
To every rebel I find
Just to give me a line I could use to describe

Little Bones, The Tragically Hip

Lyrical Wednesdays.

It’s a monumental big screen kiss
It’s so deep it’s meaningless

So Hard Done By, The Tragically Hip

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