Broadcast - Gord Downie & The Country of Miracles

Under the white chalk Drawn on the black board Under the x-ray I'm jut a vertebrate Do that to me Do that to my anatomy Do that to me Do that to my anatomy Corporeal Corporeal We are mankind We are manikin With and without mind With or without Darwin Classify me The strings of my autonomy Classify me The strings of my autonomy Corporeal corporeal A thorny red heart Around a thin arm Inside a white bone The love is inborn Close up to me Up close to my anatomy Close up to me Up close to my autonomy Corporeal corporeal Corporeal

White leather Mongoose Any weather Turn it loose Monkey From the suburbs Catchy catchy Left my car Slowly slowly At the bar Softly softly Healthy Broadcast Through the trees And the breeze With a ninja Subaru Faith love and charity No Glenn hoddle No supermodel No Dennis wise With his home and away eyes No David vine No John Virgo You love green peace I love green peace I love green pea Butter bean And broad bean Black-eye beans And kidney beans Mung beans An runner bean Be courageous Go to Barbados You believe me Then you leave me Me myself We ourselves Green white and gold Red white and blue Red gold and green Get protected Then get connected Broadcast Ghetto blast Dig it all Digital Dig it all Digital Birkenstocks And Reeboks You do de-tox You do re-tox You don't get no orthodox So I'll feed you If you're ill Keep it clean And serene Train you Make you faster Make you able Run your label Or your station Or your money Or your life Broadcast

The actress hasn't learned the lines, you'd like to hear She's sad for her country Sad to be defeated By her own weak body (Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita...) I want to tell the people, of Argentina I've decided I should decline All the honors and titles you've pressed me to take For I'm contented Let me simply go on As the woman who brings her people To the heart of Peron Don't cry for me Argentina The truth is, I shall not leave you Though it may get harder For you to see me I'm Argentina And always will be Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of, to say to you But all you have to do Is look at me to know That every word is true

I am the deck You are the sea I am the lights on the water You are moving underneath Underneath me I am the rail You are the sea I don't know what I'm looking at Don't know it's even happening Underneath me It doesn't take much It doesn't take much to ruin A moment like this They curse your name They whisper, "Please, please, please" They're yelling at your waves "Stop crashing, just please, bring her home to me" People can be so mean They call you The Drowning Machine I'm the entertainment You are the sea I am the survivor You didn't even notice me Underneath I am the wreck You are the sea I yelled your name 'cross the water You just hummed a factory Underneath me It doesn't take much It doesn't take much to ruin A moment like this I call your name I whisper, "Please, please, please" Not yelling at your waves So stop crashing, just please, bring her home to me But people can be so mean They call you The Drowning Machine The Drowning Machine The Drowning Machine

The hard Canadian He don't have much to say But he hurts your feelings Almost every single day Takes a puff of nothing Picks something from his tongue He's the hard Canadian The hard Canadian Doesn't care what you do The hard Canadian Don't give a damn about you What's a windswept face The elusive presence of the sun To the hard Canadian? The hard Canadian Is all darkness in his heart But for the glow of her nightgown Through the dark Yeah, but then he blurs the image Drags his brush through the wet pigment 'Cause he's the hard Canadian His berating heart Grown thorny with sin And, oh, the silences He don't listen to them Whether he's just mean Or wilfully dense He says, "From life nothing To death nothing" The hard Canadian Is what he throws away And he hurt her feelings Almost every single day Now he takes a shot of nothing Stares off remembering someone That's the hard Canadian That's the hard Canadian He's the hard Canadian

(One, two) (One, two, three, four) "Oh, baby, how about a kiss?" You said, "Okay, but I don't want to do this" Here's me, as a mover Me, as a mover Got no opinion Listening to the yessing of the snow There's no pressure I'm not less sure I'm ready to go "Oh, I dare you Oh, daddy, take us everywhere" Me, as a mover Me, as a mover Got no opinion Watching a dead leaf etching on the snow The slow gesture I'm even less sure of which way to go "Oh, everything is leaving Seems there's wings on everything, oh" "Oh, baby, how about that kiss?" You said, "Okay, but I still don't want to do it" Here's me, as a mover Me, as a mover Me, I'm the mover

"Well, I'd rather dress a wolf," you said "Well, I'd rather floss his teeth," I said We fought 'til the ferry was full And that wolf was dead "Ship's ahoy" and we're out of the car Under howling winds and skies of lead We might as well have been crossing the ocean Except this ocean is dead But there's a smudge of moon over Glenora Ferry spotlight's on the ice ahead And over your shoulder And through the snowflakes there's an aloneness Aloneness Aloneness As dead As dead As that ocean is dead And that ocean is dead Back under the glow of the interior light Blowing hard into my hands, I said "Let's leave this boat to the snowflakes To the aloneness" Aloneness Aloneness As dead As dead As that ocean is dead And that ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead That ocean is dead

Where I am No one makes a sound No one makes a peep No one opens their mouth to speak Oh, the constant idling of winter work Work I recognise and understand No more, "What-must-he-think?' No more, "I-think-he-thinks" More, alone and idling in a van Where I am No one makes a sound Nobody makes a peep No one opens their mouth to speak Oh, the constant sifting for material Or the constantly in my head Oh, ain't that uncanny, ain't that unnatural, yeah Taking everything to bed, yeah, well Burgundy's crestfallen, she's outside herself Saying, "Why do I do what I did?", yeah When I get out of high level, yeah, when, not if I'm just going to want to hold and smell and touch my kids, yeah Dance-dance to their timeless trance And dream-dream to the stone of their dreams Go on, little drunken astronauts, go Far, straight, forgiving and brief Forget the hawks, jaguars, the knife-lickers and creeps Where I am No one makes a sound No one makes a peep No one opens their mouth to speak Moonslow your eyelashes, fluttering above your cheeks Moonslow your little lashes, please, go to sleep Yeah, please, go to sleep Honey, please, go to sleep