It was a messy immaterial construct
Black tape cigarettes here in the boys' club
Offering a better existence
Lie down stay still let me fix it
Never even changing the pressure
Sit around and listen to a cut conversation
Funny she turns her face to the door
The second imitation has a second to be
Shifting the feedback level
Hands in the hair mouth to the air
We’ll eventually take you home
Be the same for all the same will
Crawl back out they wait for you to
Ask us again
Is this an attempt to take the small man down
Rip the words right out of his mouth?
Is this a disease that we cannot get over
No matter what we do?
Mirrored in the television screen
One to one either side of his body
Learning a nature to please
Say it to me
All I need is someone
To put to the back row
Flat to the concrete
You don’t remember do you?
All I need is someone before the crowd
I think you’re too comfortable
Be the same for all the same will
Crawl back out they wait for you to
Ask us again
Is this an attempt to take the small man down
Rip the words right out of his mouth?
Is this a disease that we cannot get over
No matter what we do?
You took our only preacher
And I repeat again
You look into your future you will find the end
Be the same for all the same will
Crawl back out they wait for you to
Ask us again
Is this an attempt to take the small man down
Rip the words right out of his mouth?
Is this a disease that we cannot get over
No matter what we do?
No matter what we do?
No matter what we do
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2020
Land of Talk return after a seven-year absence with a record full of mournful, bluish synths and the glorious vocals of Elizabeth Powell. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 20, 2017