Gordon Downie piosenki

So this is fucking off by degrees And I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii But I can float back to sleep Cause at least you're lying to me Like music that dances from glowing apartments As shadows entwine into a creamy darkness Like jewelry hun...

So your name wasn't in the listing Or in the catalogue of lists Or in the error heavily listing. Oh how could your name be missed? See the bull moose Checking out another's rack. There's no point in this. There's no point in getting involved When the o...

Someone was laughing at me without shoes But the grass felt so good and the day was so blue Must have tripped, I don't know Do I remember falling away, nothing that I hold on to, And not being afraid? Down, down, down Falling down, down, down It's like...

Us middle-aged men just completing the finishing touches on a dope deal. It's agreed we get a small piece in the middle of a cornfield. When these Canada geese fly south, we'll harvest in the dark. We can talk just to ourselves or we can talk just to th...

Seconds from pajamas I must first open all the doors and the windows and invite the vampire in to be one of us. Then, in the guise of cool air, in the softer hours, he's there, sitting, talking, in the voice of your mother about leaving one good party f...

Oh oh yea So this is your number well I just called to say 'hello' I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in morse code We just got cut off or disconnected, I dunno But it's Christmastime, Christmastime in Toronto We got this power to general...

I was talking to Tim. He said you had a problem But didn't elaborate. He was on a streetcar home Talking on his cell phone He couldn't elaborate He said, "The bad news come down." Triple-screening or the ultra-sound Didn't look so great He said he saw...

There's no sound so profound Can't even be heard No science or violence That can't be disturbed. So just say it, convey it. Sing out like a bird If it's a secret, I'll keep it I give you my word Even though I know It don't make any sense I'm in love...

You know my name is figment I'm not who you think i am All of my heroes are women And all of em are cinnamon (my cinnamon women) The sanding sound of grudge on collective Has left a pile of puzzle dust And me, cake-drunk in the middle, crying "what cou...

I can see the line of your brassiere. I can contemplate it from here. There's no need for breathlessness When we're so far apart. I see us writhing in a phone booth Or laid back in the dewy grass of our youth And wishing on the Neverstar And happy days...

I saw you running with your friends I called your name too loud- "come back" So many times that it might have been embarrassing If you hadn't come walking back Here's where I shook you by the shoulders Shoved you up against a truck- 'what's up' It was a...

It's too hot to sleep. Let's gather 'round the fan. We can't do nothin' bout the heat, so let's just do what we can and everything 'll be just fine. Just dream of the Lofty Pines. Well, I dreamed of the Lofty Pines- at least what I thought they were-...

Is he good looking? What am I saying? We're all good looking. Can I stay til I make some arrangements? Then we can begin our estrangement? your personal conviction's fierce it's been in your family for years but in your ponytail blown loose I can see...

Somewhere there's a soccer game. I can hear the wild crowd moan. It's not that life here's distasteful to me It's just that I'm all alone. I wanted what took a lifetime to learn. And that determined then With no more pause than a sigh Turn and start aga...

When are you thinking of disappearing? When are you falling off the map? When the unknown that you're fearing's In the clearing? When your world's gone flat? When you're waiting fro your life To be depicted And feeling estrangement from escape? When yo...

There's not a breath of air tonight. I got my windows all thrown open wide Praying for any little breeze to move the curtains, Shake the leaves tonight Stumbled in to sleep's ravine Into a dream of Pascal's Submarine Where if you can remain quiet and st...

Through these last fifty years as Television's taught us war is folly And that you should never throw over your real friends And in the end it might be better to give the trophy back And tell em how you were cowed and conscripted Giving milk for a war tha...

The myth is neither here nor there, from the air. Just blue lake stains and purified, parcelled squares: a crazy quilt of spearmint, of mustard and honey tones; a scuffed-up kitchen floor of tiles on top of bones with a big trap door. Towns down diagonal...

There's a cruel crumpling sound from over yonder by the steeplechase It's a sound of coming down like horses slamming on The brakes it's the sound of a crowd, of an equine crowd Hin the vacuum of its age It's a sound coming down of an entirely different r...

This waiting here for a bus is Almost better than its coming. Every day it always does As I daydream or kick some dirt Or throw a rock or check my watch Or catch my reflection. And it barely makes an impression (And it barely makes an impression) In the...