Poets Karaoke - The Tragically Hip

This title is a cover of Poets as made famous by The Tragically Hip

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About

With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 120 BPM)

In the same key as the original: Cm

Duration: 04:02 - Preview at: 01:53

Release date: 1998
Genres: Alternative, Rock, In English
Original songwriters: Rob Baker, Paul Joseph Langlois, Gordon Edgar Downie, Johnny Fay, Robert Gordon Sinclair

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Lyrics Poets

Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin'
When the birds can be heard above the reckonin' carts doin' some final accountin'
Lava flowin' in
Superfarmer's direction
He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section
Yeah
Don't tell me what the poets are doin'
Don't tell me that they're talkin' tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough
That's right
And porn speaks to its splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
Yeah
While aimin' 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 doin'
Those Himalayas of the mind
Don't tell me what the poets been doin' in the long grasses over time
Don't tell me what the poets are doin' 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 nothin' more that you need now
The lawn cut by bare-breasted women
Beach bleached towels within reach for the women
Gotta make it
That'll make it by swimmin'

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