The Tragically Hip — As I Wind Down The Pines
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As I wind down the pines
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
Without thinking so much
As abandoning thought
I went through open country
Over water, meadows, streams
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
To a nest in the hole of this dead tree
To play without stopping or pause
Not for silence, not for applause
Not without thinking
And thinking is abandoning thought
As I wind down the pines
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
Without thinking so much
As abandoning thought
I went through open country
Over water, meadows, streams
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
To a nest in the hole of this dead tree
To play without stopping or pause
Not for silence, not for applause
Not without thinking
And thinking is abandoning thought
As I wind down the pines
It's the lines on your face
Playing on your face
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I still enjoy this album now and again. Good stuff.
I caught that playlist message. Thanks Bill.
The more I hear The Tragically Hip, the better I like them. Thanks for the upload, TwinEngine - it's a great song! 
I uploaded this one most of a decade ago, but it's never been played. How about a spin? It would work well with Bruce Cockburn—Night Train... Great Lake Swimmers (Canadian connections there)... Crowded House—Four Seasons in One Day...
And I caught some molecules of Lady Cyanera, sweet, elegant, intelligent, witty human being.
One of these lucky occurrences which widens breathing and make the days to come look brighter