further poetic musings

this is the lyrics (these are the lyrics?) for a song i've been obsessed with lately-- first for the music, now for the words.

it's "throwing off glass" by the tragically hip, and i think it speaks for itself in terms of what a brilliant songwriter gord downie is.



"Why is the world so creepy?" she asked
after a car full of haircuts drove past
a backseat full of 'the boys'

I told her that "It isn't...
that...that it's exquisite
but like love, it has it's barbarous threats"

still in spite of the cads
and the stoop-shouldered teens
I know I'm losing you
and I know what that means, yeah

I told her that it isn't
that it's real exquisite
but like love, it can have it's
stubbed-toe effects

and just like after she heard
the word 'irridescent'
and everything was irridescent for awhile,
it wasn't long
before she exhalted out of nowhere,
'Isn't this exquisite?!'
Isn't it?


Once you've said 'hmmm' in unison
and 'oh' in double surprise
and shared relief with a mutual 'phew'
and a look in each others' eyes

I tell her that is isn't
insisted that it isn't
because like love
it has too-cunning effects
I told her that it isn't
that it's just exquisite
because like love it has
it's barbarous threats

'Why is the world so creepy?' she asked
after a car full of haircuts drove past
a backseat full of the boys
breaking glass
throwing off glass.