Tragically Hip – Flamenco

Does it diminish your

super-capacity to love

Walk like a matador,

don't be chicken-shit

and turn breezes into rivulets

flamenco-sweep the air

and weave the sun

and stamp your feet for everyone

Does it exhibit your

natural tendency to hate

Maybe a prostitute

could teach you

how to take a compliment

maybe I'll go to New York,

I'll drag you there

you said, "no one drags me

anywhere"

Does it diminish your

super-capacity to love