Текст (слова) песни: Tragically Hip, The - Looking For A Place To Happen
I`ve got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff And I want my life to smell like this To find a place, an ancient race The kind you`d like to gamble with Where they`d stamp on burning bags of shit. Looking for a place to happen making stops along the way
Wayward ho! Away we go, It`s a shame to leave this masterpiece With it`s gallery gods and it`s garbage-bag trees So I`ll paint a scene, from memory, so I`d know who murdered me It`s a vain pursuit, but it helps me to sleep Looking for a place to happen making stops along the way
Jacques Cartier, right this way, I`ll put your coat up on the bed Hey man you`ve got a real bum`s eye for clothes And come on in, sit right down, no you`re not the first to show We`ve all been here since, God, who knows? Looking for a place to happen, making stops along the way.
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