Poets Lyrics - Singles - Tragically Hip

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, all right 

And porn speaks to it's splintered legions 

To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions 

While aiming at the archetypal father 

He said with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother? 

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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 

Photos 

If there's nothing more that you need now 

The lawn cut by bare breasted women 

Beach bleached towels within reach for the women 

Got to make it, that'll make it by swimming