
Poets The Tragically Hip
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[Verse 1]
Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'
When the birds can be heard above the reckonin' carts doin' some final accountin'
Lava flowin' in Superfarmer's direction
He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section, yeah
[Chorus]
Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough, all right
[Verse 2]
And porn speaks to its splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions (Yeah)
While aimin' at the archetypal father
He said with such broad and tentative swipes, "Why do you even bother?" (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
Those Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poets been doin'
In the long grasses over time
[Instrumental Break]
Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'
When the birds can be heard above the reckonin' carts doin' some final accountin'
Lava flowin' in Superfarmer's direction
He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section, yeah
[Chorus]
Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough, all right
[Verse 2]
And porn speaks to its splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions (Yeah)
While aimin' at the archetypal father
He said with such broad and tentative swipes, "Why do you even bother?" (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
Those Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poets been doin'
In the long grasses over time
[Instrumental Break]
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