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A Saturday afternoon,

Nneteen seventy-two:

You can spell anything

And I`ve got a magic ring

And hockey cards in my spokes

A casual overdose

Of Pop Rocks and phrase mongering

but beauty`s a delicate thing



Out here in the open grass

Two tiny iconoclasts

Divvy some loot we stole

From Old Man Hatfield`s store

And bury the rest in a hole



A mournful November morn

Nineteen eighty-four

you stutter the words like rain

And the steps of cathedral stain

With resounding, resigning notes

A casual overdose

But I didn`t come here to grieve

And I know you have to leave

But Who`s gonna save your soul?

The Beatles at Hollywood Bowl

Or The Revolution Betrayed?

Don`t act like your mind isn`t made

I`ll believe in you either way



A kind of renaissance day

Nineteen eighty-eight

We`re the same in a different way

It`s the closeness that seperates

An awkwardly eloquent toast

From a casual overdose

Of punk rock and Chinatown hum

`Til we both are overcome

So we join our trembling hands

And clap for The Weakerthans

And Drink to our personal lore

Though we don`t make love anymore

We still share euphoria

A Saturday afternoon,

Nneteen seventy-two:

You can spell anything

And I`ve got a magic ring

And hockey cards in my spokes

A casual overdose

Of Pop Rocks and phrase mongering

but beauty`s a delicate thing



Out here in the open grass

Two tiny iconoclasts

Divvy some loot we stole

From Old Man Hatfield`s store

And bury the rest in a hole



A mournful November morn

Nineteen eighty-four

you stutter the words like rain

And the steps of cathedral stain

With resounding, resigning notes

A casual overdose

But I didn`t come here to grieve

And I know you have to leave

But Who`s gonna save your soul?

The Beatles at Hollywood Bowl

Or The Revolution Betrayed?

Don`t act like your mind isn`t made

I`ll believe in you either way



A kind of renaissance day

Nineteen eighty-eight

We`re the same in a different way

It`s the closeness that seperates

An awkwardly eloquent toast

From a casual overdose

Of punk rock and Chinatown hum

`Til we both are overcome

So we join our trembling hands

And clap for The Weakerthans

And Drink to our personal lore

Though we don`t make love anymore

We still share euphoria

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