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Submitted by Susie Derkins (View user info) at 2007-06-20 17:37:48 EDT
The following are lyrics to two songs from The Tragically Hip. The lead singer, Gord Downie, is known to sometimes go off on spoken word monologues seperate from the song lyrics as his band continues to play the music behind him. I couldn't decide which of the monologues I liked better, so I'm posting them both. I'm on vacation, in a fucking fantastic mood, so I don't give a good god damn if I'm breaking the rules of the contest by posting two. I give you The Tragically Hip's "Highway Girl" and "New Orleans is Sinking" live versions.
Highway Girl
I'm going down to see my highway girl
She just came back from around the world
I'm gonna get me a gun, I'm gonna stand on guard
In a little white booth in her front yard.
Throwing rocks at her window what could she do
If you throw enough rocks one might break through
Well she looked out her window when the police came
To see a big tin man dancing in the rain.
Oh my little highway girl
Oh my little highway girl
Oh my little highway girl.
We were dumping the body and we'd laugh. We found a place that was dark and rotten, a place where the police helicopters would never spot us. I destroyed the map that we'd so carefully dotted. Every day we're dumping a body, she and me. Every single day. And we'd laugh about it. That's when I knew it was time that we both killed ourselves together. Together we were nothing but a menace. Apart we were nothing but lonely. I read too much, I thought we should kill ourselves. She doesn't read a thing, she believed me.
Are you really the messiah?
Yes I am.
She was younger than me too, she was younger than me. And I said to her, I said, "You know Pauline, no one stamps on a burning bag of shit anymore. Nobody."
Are you really the messiah?
Yes I am.
Believe it.
So we opted to kill ourselves, as I said, but had one rifle and one bullet, so I told her to put her head down close to the barrel and I put the barrel sort of into her mouth and I'd be right behind it with my head right behind hers and I said her life would end instantly; mine might have a few extra minutes of agony and suffering. She couldn't pull the trigger, so we attached a string to it around the lamp and to the door knob. The first person to come into her cheap fucking apartment would blow both our heads off.
We got, we got to thinking; we changed our minds. You know, I mean, we got scared. And, ah, and, and kind of chickened out and we'd laugh, you know, we'd laugh together. What were we thinking? We're not, together we're not that bad. We're not that bad! We don't need to kill ourselves. We don't need to kill ourselves. And then the D-train rattled overhead and knocked the door ajar, the joor adar, the door ajar, the jar adoor, the door ajar. And then the faulty lock, the door swung open. Killed her. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
She said, Don't you think babe you push a bit too fast
I said, Slowing down don't make it last
And a memory's never gonna set you free
Go out and see that world and bring it home to me.
Oh my little highwaygirl
Oh my little highway girl
Oh my little highway girl
New Orleans is Sinking
Bourbon Blues on the street
Loose and complete
Under skies so smokey blue-green
I can't forsake, a dixie dead shake
So we dance the sidewalks clean
My memory is muddy, whats this river that I'm in
New Orleans is sinkin' man and I don't wanna swim
Colonel Tom, whats wrong, whats goin' on
Can't tie yourself up for a deal
He said hey north, your south, shut your big mouth
You gotta do what you feel is real
Ain't got no picture postcards. ain't got no souveniers
My baby, she don't know me when I'm thinkin' bout' those years.
I had a job before this. I had a job before this. Ultimately it was that job that lead me into this. I worked at an aquarium, with lots of money from the government so it was huge! I was a clean and scrub man, we called each other in the C&S union. I scrubbed the inside of the killer whale tank. And after awhile, the boys in the C&S, clean and scrub, we just made it sorta one word. The killerwhaletank. The killerwhaletank UH! Killerwhaletank OOH! I'm going into the killerwhaletank UH! I got along with these two big beasts so well, it was like they knew me. They'd look at me with their hundred year old eyes, and it was like they knew me. I'd put on my scuba gear, my mask, my regulator and I'd fall into the tank with nary a sound. Maybe a "ffft", and I was under water. Sometimes I'd jump out right in front of the window. When people are expecting to see a killer whale and they see a human, they get spooked. Spooked..... Well anyways, I'd do that.
But I was in the water this particular day, unbeknownst to me, Shamu and Bartholomew, their relationship had gone stale. Seems I was going in there so much, and I was looking so good, Shamu took a shining to me. And they're so smart, those things, you know? They got all these human emotions: love, lust, GREEN HUNDRED YEAR OLD EYED JEALOUSY. Bartholomew was...was...was LIVID. Unbeknownst to me, I can't hear a goddamn thing underwater! He came up, he was bumping up against me a lot. That stale killer whale bumping up against someone so pale and frail. How was I supposed to know the killer whale relationship had gone stale. Well. He brushes up to me a couple times (their skin's like sandpaper), I said "Hey man, Bartholomew, what's up? What's up? What's going on, big fella? I don't want to steal your mommy, and I sure don't want to take the place of your daddy. I only wanna be your friend."
And he circled around, and I thought we were all patched up, and I was scrubbing....and he took my....he came and he....he came and he....he ripped....he ripped my left arm off. I mean, killer whales, they're beasts of the deep, they're quite docile and friendly in captivity. But somewhere along the line, thousands of years of breeding just snapped and he took my left arm off man. He took my left arm, my fucking left arm. "What is it, Bartholomew?" I asked him in a language he could understand as I came back....
Pale as a lightbulb, hangin' on a wire
Suckin' up to someone just to stoke the fire
Pickin; out the highlights of the scenery
Saw a little cloud it looked a little like me
I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the bank
Looked up to the Lord above and said Hey man thanks
Sometimes I feel so good I gotta scream
She said Gordie baby I know exactly whatcha mean
She said. She said. I swear to God she said
Ahhhhh....No....
Ohhhhh....Yeah!
My memory is muddy whats this river that I'm in
New orleans is sinkin' man and I don't wanna swim
Swim!
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Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2007-07-04 15:06:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WEWT, THE HIP RULE
Submitted by Susie_Derkins (user info) at 2007-06-25 16:19:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Zeglamancer (user info) at 2007-06-20 18:29:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I dont know this band, but looking at that picture, if that them. They look like fags. That hippie asshole on the far right needs to get out of the 10$ per 5 pack pair of wal-mart sweatpants and cut his damn hair. The jackass on the left is leaning back throwing his hands in the air. Either he is so overcome by the emotion of his music (Doubt it) or he cant help but exclaim out loudly as he laughs at all the suckers he is raking in millions from.
Someone needs to put them in a closet and make them play Hot Potato with a claymore mine or something.
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Gay or not, they still make more money than you. Speaking of $10 5 packs from Wal-Mart, you might want to invest in some bigger underwear. You're a tad too angry about such an insignificant subject and I suspect it's the underoos being a bit too tight.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-21 14:32:40 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Flapjacksupreme (user info) at 2007-06-21 07:40:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-06-20 19:29:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ih8u2man (user info) at 2007-06-20 18:50:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
AUTO HIP +2
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2007-06-20 18:31:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i do like the tragically hip
50th mission cap for the win
Submitted by Zeglamancer (user info) at 2007-06-20 18:29:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I dont know this band, but looking at that picture, if that them. They look like fags. That hippie asshole on the far right needs to get out of the 10$ per 5 pack pair of wal-mart sweatpants and cut his damn hair. The jackass on the left is leaning back throwing his hands in the air. Either he is so overcome by the emotion of his music (Doubt it) or he cant help but exclaim out loudly as he laughs at all the suckers he is raking in millions from.
Someone needs to put them in a closet and make them play Hot Potato with a claymore mine or something.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2007-06-20 18:11:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice!
Also auto +2 anything New Orleans.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2007-06-20 17:58:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-06-20 17:44:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
Lava flowing in Super Farmer's direction
He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section, ya
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talkin' tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough, all right
And porn speaks to it's splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered corn stalks in them winter regions, yeah
While aiming at the archetypal father
He said with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother, yeah
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Those Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poet's been doing
In the long grasses over time
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
on the street and the epitome of vague
Don't tell me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he gets paid, all right
If there's nothing more that you need now
Lawn cut by bare-breasted women
Beach bleached towels within reach for the women gotta make it that'll make it by swimmin'
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2007-06-20 17:43:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Good name...boring band.
I thought maybe you'd do one on The Forgotten Rebels.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-06-20 17:41:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Always thought they had one of the best band names ever.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-06-20 17:40:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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