Propagandhi Things I Like Lyrics
Things I Like by Propagandhi
[Chris Hannah]
I like Kurt Russell as Captain Ron
Grace Under Pressure on
In almost any circumstance
I like dark planetariums
I like when she wears them low-cut shirts and yoga pants
I like unbroken snow (on)
Lodgepole pine boughs
The rusty pump of a Jay's
Forest communiqué
And I like a rowdy fuckin' Pride parade
I like how Hedges tells it like it is
I like the sciences
I like profound mysteries
I like The Supremes' You Can't Hurry Love
And the emergence of
Competing histories
And I like the Maple Leafs
They remind me of me:
Inconsistent, fragile
Internationally reviled
I like allegories
Cinderella stories
[Grey Cloud]
Ahow ndinawemaaganiidog
Wabanakwut ndigo
Aapijii iinzan miwenzha kete-Anishinaabeg gii-soongide'ewag
Kii-gichi-anokiiwag, gii-jiikendamoog
Aapijii iinzan gii-chikinaagoziiwag
Kete-Anishinaabeg ogiiwiidookaawaawaa' shaganaashiiwag
Gegoo wiin wiikaa oniikesiidaa
Pizaanigo Nagamok
Nagamog isa naa!
[Chris Hannah]
I like speculative fiction
Dark narratives of the future that looms
Of our impending doom
I like Kurt Russell as Captain Ron
Grace Under Pressure on
In almost any circumstance
I like dark planetariums
I like when she wears them low-cut shirts and yoga pants
I like unbroken snow (on)
Lodgepole pine boughs
The rusty pump of a Jay's
Forest communiqué
And I like a rowdy fuckin' Pride parade
I like how Hedges tells it like it is
I like the sciences
I like profound mysteries
I like The Supremes' You Can't Hurry Love
And the emergence of
Competing histories
And I like the Maple Leafs
They remind me of me:
Inconsistent, fragile
Internationally reviled
I like allegories
Cinderella stories
[Grey Cloud]
Ahow ndinawemaaganiidog
Wabanakwut ndigo
Aapijii iinzan miwenzha kete-Anishinaabeg gii-soongide'ewag
Kii-gichi-anokiiwag, gii-jiikendamoog
Aapijii iinzan gii-chikinaagoziiwag
Kete-Anishinaabeg ogiiwiidookaawaawaa' shaganaashiiwag
Gegoo wiin wiikaa oniikesiidaa
Pizaanigo Nagamok
Nagamog isa naa!
[Chris Hannah]
I like speculative fiction
Dark narratives of the future that looms
Of our impending doom