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!
Saw the chords for the other one is a little off, this one isn't bad.
My Music At Work
E B A E
B A E E
E
Everything is bleak
B
It's the middle of the night.
A E
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.
B
You feel like a jerk.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
Avoid trends and clichés.
B
Don't try to be up to date.
A
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil,
E
don't hesitate.
B A
The night's so long it hurts
E
My music at work.
A
In a symbol too far
B
or the anatomy of a stain;
A
to determine where you are,
B
in a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain -
A B
No matter what you heard
A
in my music at work.
B
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
I call it 'Olga waits;
B
The Cloud That Entertains
A
The Dim Possibility of Showing Some Restraint.'
B
The rain came down berserk.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
A
On a star beyond the chart
B
or the dark side of a drop of rain.
A
Determining where you are,
B A
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain -
B
No matter what you heard
A
My music at work.
B
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
Everything is bleak
B
It's the middle of the night.
A E
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.
B
You feel like a jerk.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
A
Hey fallen hummingbird,
E
my music at work.
B
From the middle of the earth,
E
my music at work.
A
Bound for bed without dessert,
E
my music at work.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
My Music At Work
E B A E
B A E E
E
Everything is bleak
B
It's the middle of the night.
A E
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.
B
You feel like a jerk.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
Avoid trends and clichés.
B
Don't try to be up to date.
A
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil,
E
don't hesitate.
B A
The night's so long it hurts
E
My music at work.
A
In a symbol too far
B
or the anatomy of a stain;
A
to determine where you are,
B
in a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain -
A B
No matter what you heard
A
in my music at work.
B
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
I call it 'Olga waits;
B
The Cloud That Entertains
A
The Dim Possibility of Showing Some Restraint.'
B
The rain came down berserk.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
A
On a star beyond the chart
B
or the dark side of a drop of rain.
A
Determining where you are,
B A
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain -
B
No matter what you heard
A
My music at work.
B
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
E
Everything is bleak
B
It's the middle of the night.
A E
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.
B
You feel like a jerk.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
A
Hey fallen hummingbird,
E
my music at work.
B
From the middle of the earth,
E
my music at work.
A
Bound for bed without dessert,
E
my music at work.
A
My music at work.
E
My music at work.
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