Ultra Mundane Lyrics - Tragically Hip

Come the ultra mundane of another life 

You know it by the trail of the nervousness 

Your memories compress, your senses are sly 

And portions of your shadowiness on, on your everyday nights 

Into northern lights 

Pour it all at their service 

Start beginning by beginning 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

A new tradition, a new beginning 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

It's time to make it inside with a wristband, alright 

To see Etobicoke coyotes 

To get pretend scars, to see like a pair 

To feel as welcome as a sneeze in a motorcycle helmet 

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Feel the ultra mundane of another life 

A poet in the service 

Start beginning, new traditions 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

The demolition is beginning 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

They're underpinning the tradition 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

No perdition in the beginning 

It's time, it's time 

But there's no time to ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean?" 

You looked at me like I was eating runny eggs in slow motion 

Maybe, maybe I saw you soften, baby 

When your angst had me over your shoulder 

Your beleaguered old lady 

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Start beginning, a new tradition 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

No tradition of dereliction 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

No conditions, no sedition 

It's time, it's time, it's time 

A new beginning, a new tradition 

And at the end I'll burn so unkind 

You might ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean? Another ocean?"