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The Depression Suite

The Tragically Hip

Under the pillow
I bury my head and try and 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 Aah-aah-aah, not now-wow-wow
Of a siren far away and closing steadily

Saying, are you going through something?
Are you going through something?
Cause I.. I..
I am too

Under the pillow
I can hear you whispering, are you going through something?

Well honey, are you going through something?
Are you going through something?
Then I.. I..
I am too

NewOrleansWorld

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 online, 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, yeah
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 NewOrleansWorld
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, yeah
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

Don't You Wanna See How It Ends?

Bring on the requisite strangeness
It always has to get a little weird, 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's 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 of 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's just starting to open?
And Athabasca depends?
Don't you wanna see how it ends?

Don't you wanna see how it ends?
The door's 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
So now Athabasca depends
Don't you wanna see how it ends?

Composição: Rob Baker/Gord Downie/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gord Sinclair





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