Poets - Lyrics

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Last played: 2013/02/14 Toronto, ON
Debut: 1998/07/02 Kingston, ON
Notes: One of the band's 'hits'... it's rare to catch a show where it isn't played. Not impossible, but rare.

Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding
when the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction
he's been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section

don't tell me what the poets are doing
don't tell me that they're talking tough
don't tell me that they're anti-social
somehow not anti-social enough

and porn speaks to its splintered legions
to the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
while aiming at the archetypal father
he says with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother

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

if there's nothing more that you need now
lawn cut by bare-breasted women
beaches bleached, towels within reach for the women gotta make it
that'll make it by swimming

Next song: Something On

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