Biografía:
The Tragically Hip son un grupo de rock canadiense de Kingston, Ontario. Sus miembros son Gordon Downie (voz y guitarra de acompañamiento), Paul Langlois (guitarra), Rob Baker (guitarra), Gord Sinclair (bajo) y Johnny Fay (batería). La banda es muy influyente y muy popular en Canadá; en el 2005 fue inducida en el Salón de la fama de la música canadiense.
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Otras canciones:
- 38 Years Old
- Ahead By A Century
- All Canadian Surf Club
- Another Midnight
- Are We Family Acoustic
- At The Hundredth Meridian
- Blow At High Dough
- Bobcaygeon
- Boots Or Hearts
- Born In The Water
- Bring It All Back
- Cemetary Sideroad
- Coffee Girl
- Cordelia
- Country Day
- Courage
- Dark Canuck
- Dire Wolf
- Done And Done
- Dont Wake Daddy
- Drop Off
- Eldorado
- Escape Is At Hand For The Travellin Man
- Evelyn
- Family Band
- Fiddlers Green
- Fifty Mission Cap
- Fireworks
- Flamenco
- Fly
- Fully Completely
- Get Back Again
- Gift Shop
- Grace Too
- Gus The Polar Bear From Central Park
- Im A Werewolf Baby
- In A World Possessed By The Human Mind
- In Sarnia
- In View
- Inch An Hour
- Its A Good Life If You Dont Weaken
- Killing Time
- Lake Fever
- Last American Exit
- Leave
- Little Bones
- Locked In The Trunk Of A Car
- Long Time Running
- Looking For A Place To Happen
- Love Sic
- Man Machine Poem
- Membership
- Morning Moon
- Music At Work
- My Music At Work
- Nautical Disaster
- New Maybe
- New Orleans Is Sinking
- Now The Struggle Has A Name
- Nuclear Bbq
- On The Verge
- Opiated
- Pigeon Camera
- Putting Down
- Queen Of The Furrows
- Scared
- She Didnt Know
- Sherpa
- Silver Jet
- Smalltown Bringdown
- So Hard Done By
- Something On
- Speed River
- Springtime In Vienna
- Stay
- The Bear
- The Darkest One
- The Last Of The Unplucked Gems
- The Last Recluse
- The Lookahead
- The New Maybe
- The Rules
- The Wherewithal
- Thompson Girl
- Three Pistols
- Throwing Off Glass
- Thugs
- Tired As Fuck
- Trickle Down
- Vaccination Scar
- Vapour Trails
- Waltz For Juliette
- Well Go Too
- What Blue
- Wheat Kings
- When The Weight Comes Down
- World Container
- Yer Not The Ocean
- Youre Everywhere
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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