in the end all your friends will end up all alone
slept in the temple a million times, couldn’t call it a home
I’m the son you wanted it
I’m the book you started
I’m the burning bush
but I’ve misplaced my words
bury me in the earth underneath your feet
cup the soil, plant the seed, and breathe life into me
finally growing up
time to go on up through the leaves in the trees that all leave
before you get a chance to
grab the ladder get me down
I’ve been dying here for days
get my mother, gather round
you can cry, it’s ok
I don’t want to wear this crown
I sold all the jewels and diamonds anyways
one day I will weigh nothing
a lifetime wasted waiting for something
a savior that can’t save
a spade to dig my grave
the part of me I gave away
grind your teeth and kiss my feet
it feels like my mother’s a necklace to be
bought and sold or thieved or stolen
I’m glad I’m the only one the bastard son
it feels like my wrists have slits and not nail holes
so gnash your teeth and break my bones
and spit me out and bleach me white
and sell my soul and dim the light
and forget about me
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2020