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Hot Mic
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Rock
Hot Mic was released on June 17, 2016 by THE Incorporated as a part of the album Man Machine Poem
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Release DateJune 17, 2016
LabelTHE Incorporated
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM148

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip
Performer
Gordon Edgar Downie
Gordon Edgar Downie
Vocals, Guitar
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Guitar, Background Vocals
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Guitar
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Bass Guitar, Background Vocals
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Drums, Percussion
Kevin Drew
Kevin Drew
Keyboards, Percussion, Harp
Dave Hamelin
Dave Hamelin
Keyboards, Percussion, Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gordon Edgar Downie
Gordon Edgar Downie
Songwriter
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Composer
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Songwriter
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Songwriter
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Songwriter
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Drew
Kevin Drew
Producer, Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Hamelin
Dave Hamelin
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Nyles Spencer
Nyles Spencer
Recording Engineer, Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I am the hot mic, I pick up asides, of the modern tyrant
'...laws of the shadows, colours of justice',
I don't know what it meant
How 'patriotism is now enough'* and it's 'powerful stuff'
Can we get it quiet enough? In here,
I can hear god, the cat's paws cross the keys,
Or the wish tomorrow is,
but a whisper from your lips and I fall to my knees
I am the hot mic, the war room is dead, janitors move in
Talking of their dark doors, their enchanted paths,
I don't know what they meant
How with something to fall back on, yea,
people usually do* – Hit the lights! Kill the room!
Can we get it quiet enough? In here,
I can hear god, cat paws along the keys,
And the wish tomorrow is,
but a whisper from your lips and I fall to my knees.
I'm not afraid of convincingness,
m just uncertain for sure*
I'm in awe of no one, I'm made for this,
teach me what to want.
I am the hot mic, I pick up asides of Dawn, The Tyrant
He's coming from the shadows, feeling being seen,
I don't know what he meant
I don't guess, I listen. It's more than enough.
It's powerful stuff
Can we get it quiet enough in here?
So I can hear god - a cat walk cross the keys -
And hit notes so lonely it's one whisper from your lips and I fall to my knees
I'm not afraid of convincingness,
I'm just uncertain for sure
I'm in awe of no one, I'm made for this,
teach me what to want.
And though I'm not yet earnest enough,
not unblinkingly sincere
I'm over here
I overhear you
And I always hear you
Written by: Gord Downie, Gord Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker
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