Лучшие песни The Tragically Hip
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Gord Downie
Вокал
Gord Sinclair
Бас-гитара
Johnny Fay
Барабаны
Paul Langlois
Ритм-гитара
Rob Baker
Солирующая гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Rob Baker
Автор песен
Johnny Fay
Автор песен
Paul Langlois
Автор песен
Gord Downie
Автор песен
Gord Sinclair
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Don Smith
Миксинг-инженер
Andy Udoff
Ассистент инженера
Bruce Barris
Миксинг-инженер
Jeff DeMorris
Ассистент инженера
Paul Ebersold
Ассистент инженера
Слова
Alright
Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete
Under skies, so smokey blue green
I can't forsake a dixie dead-shake
So we danced the sidewalk clean
My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't wanna swim
Colonel Tom, what's wrong, what's going on?
Can't tie yourself up for a deal
He said, "Hey north, you're south, shut you big mouth
You gotta do what you feel is real"
Ain't got no picture postcards, ain't got no souvenirs
My baby, she don't know me when I'm thinking bout those years
Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire
Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire
Picking out the highlights of the scenery
Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me
I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the banks
Looked up to the Lord above and said, "Hey, man thanks"
Sometimes I feel so good, I gotta scream
She said, "Gordie baby, I know exactly what you mean"
She said, she said
I swear to God she said
Oh no, no yeah
My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in?
New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don't wanna swim
Swim
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
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