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