The Tragically Hip's infectious songs, catchy melodies, inspired lyrics, and solid musicianship have secured their place as the kings of rock in Canada. Formed in the early '80s in Kingston, Ontario, they are a five-piece group of friends: Gordon Downie (primary lyricist and lead vocalist (February 6, 1963-October 17,2017), Paul Langlois and Rob Baker (guitars), Gord Sinclair (bass) and Johnny Fay (drums). For thirty years, The Tragically Hip has
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SONG: Leave BAND: The Tragically Hip ALBUM: In Violet Light (2002) TABBED BY: Ross Guertin ([email protected]) TUNING: EADGBe
E, F#, E, F#, E, B
D 'Do you mean the attack is routine?' EB A bird asked of a bird D 'In this context, a concave nest, EB How do we learn to hurt?'
D, E, B
D 'Do you mean there's no variation?' EBD Watching a dog charge a flock of birds Exploding in congregation EB 'Why plan; when we stop?'
D 'I dunno... but why suppose EB It's not the way it should be? D When you can fly above The great waiting list,' E As the crow implies, B 'We won't be missed, DE We can leave.'
G, D, F#m, G
A It's a routine flight for this bird tonight There's more worms than earth in the afterlife Where the blind feed the blind, F#mG Whispering things like 'On the money' and 'Bullseye' A She picks up the little leaves Where human wrecks are left to seed Left to repaint their deities F#mG And plaster away at their villainies
EB Where there's love, there's hope D 'And do you hope those earthbound poets EB Could learn to sing as good as us? DE So we can sit back and enjoy our illusions B And our quietus?' D 'Well I don't know... but why suppose EB It's not the way it should be? D When you can squawk And wait for word from above EB And change yourself into something you love DE When you leave?'