Down by where the river used to be
Was a one man band so free
Beating out on an old steel drum
With a feeling of being so young
Make this go on for years
Without the moments in between
Throw yourself off of the stage
And finish off the scene
Well I’ve been here before
Go without me
In a minute
We’re looking for something to twist around the nerves
Just tight enough to cause a riot
Pretty enough to cause a panic
We’re looking for another rebel to be heard
With endless charm and hunger
And a flair for ordinary words
If you touch her they spit you out
Remember that
And be a little bit less refined
Remember to put it to the back of your mind
Fix your right to another ring in the wall
Pick your fight by the grace of isolation
You are mine don’t even think of looking down
Who do you belong to?
Tell me why?
We are onto you
He answers upon the first ring
In a whisper “You’ve done the right thing”
And beg for my hands at your side
In a ravenous need to survive
What were you thinking when you left us here?
We are lost now
And I am trying hard to identify him
Watch me be a little bit less refined
Watch me put it to the back of your mind
Fix your right to another ring in the wall
Pick your fight by the grace of isolation
You are mine don’t even think of looking down
Who do you belong to?
Tell me why?
We are onto you
So wrap your hands around your creation
In that question
Why is my silhouette stuck in your bed
With its eyes on the ceiling
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