Me and the vivid girl
In our hammock to the stars
Staring into the fire before TV
The remote control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment
In a poetic state of mind
In a flood of country
We lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly
Of the northern bee
And collecting dewdrops for tea
Underneath the cannonball tree
We were high, we were sherpa high
We conspired against old friends
We said we must be friends or die
And we've died a thousand times since then
And we spoke long, at length
Of the fight or flee
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke offhandedly
Of the new extremes
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We're at the point where we love or hate it
We can write it down and obliterate it
When we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it
We can lay down and obliterate it
Sherpa Video (MV)
Performed By: The Tragically Hip
Length: 5:15
Written by: Robert Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Joseph Paul Langlois, Robert Gordon Sinclair
The Tragically Hip - Sherpa Lyrics
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Me and the vivid girl
In our hammock to the stars
Staring into the fire before TV
The remote control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment
In a poetic state of mind
In a flood of country
We lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly
Of the northern bee
And collecting dewdrops for tea
Underneath the cannonball tree
We were high, we were sherpa high
We conspired against old friends
We said we must be friends or die
And we've died a thousand times since then
And we spoke long, at length
Of the fight or flee
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke offhandedly
Of the new extremes
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We're at the point where we love or hate it
We can write it down and obliterate it
When we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it
We can lay down and obliterate it
In our hammock to the stars
Staring into the fire before TV
The remote control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment
In a poetic state of mind
In a flood of country
We lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly
Of the northern bee
And collecting dewdrops for tea
Underneath the cannonball tree
We were high, we were sherpa high
We conspired against old friends
We said we must be friends or die
And we've died a thousand times since then
And we spoke long, at length
Of the fight or flee
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke offhandedly
Of the new extremes
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We're at the point where we love or hate it
We can write it down and obliterate it
When we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it
We can lay down and obliterate it
Writer: Robert Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Joseph Paul Langlois, Robert Gordon Sinclair
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing