Lyric Poets - The Tragically Hip

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Lyric Song Poets: Spring starts when a heartbeat s pounding
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
Lava flowing in Superfarmer s direction
He s been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section
Don t tell me what the poets are doing
Don t tell me that they re talking tough
Don t tell me that they re anti social
Somehow not anti social enough
And porn speaks to its splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
While aiming at the archetypal father
He says with such broad and tentative swipes yquot;Why do you even botheryquot;
Don t tell me what the poets are doing
Don t tell me that they re talking tough
Don t tell me that they re anti social
Somehow not anti social enough
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
If there s nothing more that you need now
Lawn cut by bare breasted women
Beach bleachedtowels within reach for the women gotta make it
That ll make it by swimming