ฟังเพลงPoets

Poets - The Tragically Hip

Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'

When the birds and bee heard

Above the reckonin' carts

Doing some final accounting

Lava flowin' in Super Farmer's direction

He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat

In the frozen-food section, yeah

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 yeah they are social enough, alright

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 poets 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, alright

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'