An Inch An Hour
The Tragically Hip Lyrics


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I want a book that'll make me drunk
Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks
No amount of hate, no load of junk
No bag of words, no costume trunk

Could make me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night
In this most fashionable way

There's this fuckin' band you gotta see
They used to scare the living shit outta me
No frothing dog, no cool insanity
No rock 'n roll, no Christianity

Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night with very little else to say
But I'm helpless less with the people than the space

No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau
No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow

Tonight, the winter may have missed its mark
You can see your breath in Springside Park
Coffee-colored ice and peeling birch bark
The sound of rushing water in the dark

Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through life with very little else to say
But I'm helpless more with the people than the space
I mean, I'm helpless less with the people than the space





You see, I don't know Neil, I don't know Neil

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of The Tragically Hip's song "An Inch An Hour" paint a picture of someone longing for something that will intoxicate them, not through drugs or alcohol, but through pure artistic expression. The singer desires a book that will make them feel out of step with the world - full of freaks and disenfranchised punks. They feel that no external stimulant can make them feel as alive as art can. The song's chorus uses the imagery of moving slowly, yet purposefully, through life. An inch an hour, two feet a day; the singer feels that this is the most fashionable way to navigate through life.


The second verse goes on to describe a dangerous rock band that the singer has discovered. Despite their provocative nature, the singer is not intimidated by them. The music and vibe of the band make the singer feel the same way that they would if they were reading the perfect book. The song's second chorus repeats the idea that moving slowly through life is the best way to experience it. The singer feels comfortable alone in space but out of place in social settings.


The final verse describes a winter evening where the singer finds beauty in the world around them. They take in the sight of Springside Park where they can see their breath in the air, and peeling birch bark covers the trees. The sound of rushing water in the dark creates a sense of peace, and the singer finds themselves feeling the same way as they do when they encounter great art. The final repetition of the chorus brings the song to a close, with the singer still searching for a book, music or art that can intoxicate them.


Line by Line Meaning

I want a book that'll make me drunk
I want a book that'll transport me to another world.


Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks
Full of non-conformists and people who don't fit in.


No amount of hate, no load of junk
No amount of negativity or baggage.


No bag of words, no costume trunk
No amount of flowery language or superficiality.


Could make me feel the same way
Nothing can compare to that feeling.


An inch an hour, two feet a day
Slowly making your way through life.


To move through night
To make your way through the darkness.


In this most fashionable way
In your own unique style.


There's this fuckin' band you gotta see
This band is a must-see.


They used to scare the living shit outta me
They used to terrify me.


No frothing dog, no cool insanity
No acts of desperation or superficiality.


No rock 'n roll, no Christianity
No stereotypes or cliches.


Makes me feel the same way
It evokes that same feeling.


An inch an hour, two feet a day
Slowly making your way through life.


To move through night with very little else to say
To exist in the moment with no need for words.


But I'm helpless less with the people than the space
I feel more at home in the environment than with people.


No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau
No political allegiances or drama.


No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow
No introspective journeys through abandoned areas at night.


Tonight, the winter may have missed its mark
The winter may not have been as harsh as expected.


You can see your breath in Springside Park
The air is cold and visible outside.


Coffee-colored ice and peeling birch bark
The environment is made up of natural elements like ice and trees.


The sound of rushing water in the dark
The soothing sound of water is present in the blackness.


To move through life with very little else to say
To exist in the moment with no need for words.


But I'm helpless more with the people than the space
I feel more vulnerable around people than in the environment.


I mean, I'm helpless less with the people than the space
I feel more at home in the environment than with people.


You see, I don't know Neil, I don't know Neil
I don't personally know Neil, the person being referenced.




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Robert Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair

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