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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip
Performer
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Bass
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Guitar
Bob Buckley
Bob Buckley
Strings
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Guitar
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Drums
Mary Brown
Mary Brown
Strings
Cameron Wilson
Cameron Wilson
Strings
Zoltan Rozsnyai
Zoltan Rozsnyai
Strings
Angela Cavadas
Angela Cavadas
Strings
Karen Foster
Karen Foster
Strings
Ruth Schipizky
Ruth Schipizky
Strings
Jennie Press
Jennie Press
Strings
Deanne Eisch
Deanne Eisch
Strings
Calvin Dyck
Calvin Dyck
Strings
Zi Zhou
Zi Zhou
Strings
Andrew Brown
Andrew Brown
Strings
Reginald Quiring
Reginald Quiring
Strings
Stephen Wilkes
Stephen Wilkes
Strings
Ari Barnes
Ari Barnes
Strings
Joseph Elworthy
Joseph Elworthy
Strings
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Composer
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Composer
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Composer
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Composer
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Composer
Bob Buckley
Bob Buckley
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Rock
Bob Rock
Producer
Eric Helmkamp
Eric Helmkamp
Engineer
Aaron Holmberg
Aaron Holmberg
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Donkersgoed
Jason Donkersgoed
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Gillies
Michael Gillies
Assistant Recording Engineer
Roger Monk
Roger Monk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jens
Jens
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Under the pillow I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out As it turns out, there's a whole other world of sounds Of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic howls All saying are you going through something? Are you going through something? Under the pillow a little room to breathe The early morning light's a pale cranberry I hear the, aaa-aah-aah, not-wow-wow Of a siren faraway and closing steadily Saying Are you going through something? Are you going through something? 'Cause I am too Under the pillow I can hear you whisperin' are you Going through something? Well honey are you going through something? Are you going through something? Then I am too, then I am too, then I am too Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme an opportunity, gimme, gimme Put me, put me, put me, put me, put me In the saddle, I'll ride, you'll see There's new work in the Day Room I can't lounge on line, don't you laugh I'd sell a giraffe and I'd give you half Just to occupy my mind I'll be driven my eyes always moving I'll be riveted to the task yea No smiling! that's important I will make my face a mask And I'm thinking just in passing What if this song does nothing? What if this song does nothing Working in the new New Orleans World I'm emptying slots working like a ghost I move through huge rooms with no windows And no Gulf of Mexico Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme an opportunity, gimme, gimme Put me, put me, put me, put me, put me In the saddle please I'll be driven, my eyes always moving I'll be riveted to the task yea No smiling, that's so important I will make my face a mask And I'm thinking just in passing What if this song does nothing? What if this song does nothing? What if this song does nothing? What if this song does nothing? Bring on the requisite strangeness It always has to get a little Weird, a little weird Yeah, you just bring on the requisite strangeness Bring it on then disappear disappear Go to be a man of the boom To Florida without the ocean But don't you wanna see how it ends? When the door is just starting to open? When Athabasca depends? Don't you wanna see how it ends I can hear you but I can't stay here You left me lost in the Barrens You left me born on the stairs It's minus eleven, inside my kettle I didn't come to get lost in the Barrens I didn't come to settle To be a man on the moon To get my little slice of heaven, yeah Don't you wanna see how it ends? When the door is just starting to open? And Athabasca depends Don'cha wanna see how it ends Don't you wanna see how it ends? The door is just starting to open Athabasca depends Don't you wanna see how it ends? Yeah Don't you wanna see how it ends? I'm holding the door to the Barrens And Athabasca depends Don'cha wanna see how it ends?
Writer(s): Robert Gordon Sinclair, Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Joseph Paul Langlois, Johnny Fay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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