Gord, you were armed with will and determination, and grace, too. It's been a long time running, and a long time coming. I'll remember every song you and The Tragically Hip performed, fully... and completely. Thank you, Gord. With courage, my word, couldn't come at a worse time.
Wheat Kings: Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all their treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing Around the weather vane Jesus In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place 20 years for nothing, well that's nothing new Besides, no one's interested in something you didn't do Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what the morning brings There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark where the walls Are lined all yellow, grey and sinister hung With pictures of our parents' prime ministers Wheat kings and pretty things Wait and see what tomorrow brings Late breaking story on the CBC, A nation whispers: "We always knew that he'd go free" They add, "you can't be fond of living in the past 'cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last" Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what tomorrow brings Wheat kings and pretty things Oh, that's what tomorrow brings It's A Good Life If You Don't Weaken: When the colour of the night And all the smoke for one life Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills A forest of whispering speakers Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Let's get friendship right Get life day-to-day In the forget-yer-skates dream Full of countervailing woes Its diverse-as-ever seen Proceeding on a need-to-know In a face so full of meaning As to almost make it glow For a good life we just might have to weaken And find somewhere to go Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow Grow somewhere we're needed When the colour of the night And all the smoke in one life Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills In the forest of whispering speakers Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Let's get friendship right Get life day-to-day In the forget-yer-skates dream Full of countervailing woes In diverse-as-ever scenes Proceeding on a need-to-know In a face so full of meaning As to almost make it glow For a good life we just might have to weaken And find somewhere to go Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow Grow somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to go Let's go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow We grow where we are needed 'Cause in the forget-yer-skates dream You can hang your head in woe And this diverse-as-ever scene Know which way to go Blow At High Dough: They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing Well I ain't no movie star But I can get behind anything Yeah I can get behind anything Get it out, get it all out Yeah stretch that thing Make it last, make it last Least until the supper bell rings Well the taxi driver likes his rhythm Never likes the stops Throes of passion, throes of passion When something just threw him off Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Baby I feel fine I'm pretty sure it's genuine It makes no sense, no it makes no sense But I'll take it free anytime Whoever fits her usually gets her It was the strangest thing how she moved so fast, moved so fast Into that wedding ring Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything Yea I can get behind anything Well I can get behind anything Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Yeah, blow at high dough Blow at high dough Out at the speedway, some Elvis thing Ahead By A Century: First thing we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts With illusions of someday casting a golden light No dress rehearsal, this is our life And that's where the hornet stung me And I had a feverish dream With revenge and doubt Tonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night No dress rehearsal, this is our life But that's when the hornet stung me And I had a serious dream With revenge and doubt Tonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century And disappointing you is getting me down
