Gord, you were armed with will and determination, and grace, too. It's been a long time running, and a long time coming. I'll remember every song you and The Tragically Hip performed, fully... and completely. Thank you, Gord. With courage, my word, couldn't come at a worse time.
Wheat Kings: Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all their treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing Around the weather vane Jesus In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place 20 years for nothing, well that's nothing new Besides, no one's interested in something you didn't do Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what the morning brings There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark where the walls Are lined all yellow, grey and sinister hung With pictures of our parents' prime ministers Wheat kings and pretty things Wait and see what tomorrow brings Late breaking story on the CBC, A nation whispers: "We always knew that he'd go free" They add, "you can't be fond of living in the past 'cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last" Wheat kings and pretty things Let's just see what tomorrow brings Wheat kings and pretty things Oh, that's what tomorrow brings It's A Good Life If You Don't Weaken: When the colour of the night And all the smoke for one life Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills A forest of whispering speakers Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Let's get friendship right Get life day-to-day In the forget-yer-skates dream Full of countervailing woes Its diverse-as-ever seen Proceeding on a need-to-know In a face so full of meaning As to almost make it glow For a good life we just might have to weaken And find somewhere to go Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow Grow somewhere we're needed When the colour of the night And all the smoke in one life Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills In the forest of whispering speakers Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Let's get friendship right Get life day-to-day In the forget-yer-skates dream Full of countervailing woes In diverse-as-ever scenes Proceeding on a need-to-know In a face so full of meaning As to almost make it glow For a good life we just might have to weaken And find somewhere to go Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow Grow somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to go Let's go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow We grow where we are needed 'Cause in the forget-yer-skates dream You can hang your head in woe And this diverse-as-ever scene Know which way to go Blow At High Dough: They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing Well I ain't no movie star But I can get behind anything Yeah I can get behind anything Get it out, get it all out Yeah stretch that thing Make it last, make it last Least until the supper bell rings Well the taxi driver likes his rhythm Never likes the stops Throes of passion, throes of passion When something just threw him off Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Baby I feel fine I'm pretty sure it's genuine It makes no sense, no it makes no sense But I'll take it free anytime Whoever fits her usually gets her It was the strangest thing how she moved so fast, moved so fast Into that wedding ring Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything Yea I can get behind anything Well I can get behind anything Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Yeah, blow at high dough Blow at high dough Out at the speedway, some Elvis thing Ahead By A Century: First thing we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts With illusions of someday casting a golden light No dress rehearsal, this is our life And that's where the hornet stung me And I had a feverish dream With revenge and doubt Tonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night No dress rehearsal, this is our life But that's when the hornet stung me And I had a serious dream With revenge and doubt Tonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century (this is our life) You are ahead by a century And disappointing you is getting me down
Im not crying ur crying.......ok im crying.
What a beautiful human being
HNIC, CFL Football, Hip, NHL Saturday Nights... Never take anything for granted. Always take what we have and build it to make it better
Gord, you were armed with will and determination, and grace, too. It's been a long time running, and a long time coming. I'll remember every song you and The Tragically Hip performed, fully... and completely. Thank you, Gord. With courage, my word, couldn't come at a worse time.
He had some kind of magic.
Love this so.
2:52 is my son Justin & Gord 2010 - what a night that was.. storybook !!
Beautiful video! Makes me proud to be Canadian!
I remember this. Really hit it home. HNIC always has a way of grabbing emotions during the openings, playoffs especially.
RIP, Gord. Represented the heart and soul of the nation you so proudly wore on your sleeve. Xo
Amazing tribute I remember seeing this
I missed Hockey Night In Canada that night.... so glad I stumbled upon this. Nicely done. We love you, Gord.
how do you miss saturday night?
@b0undless and Gord Downie - true Canadian poets.
Love this 🥰
Damn I miss the Hip. So many memories.
shouldn't have taken them for granted. just like the HNIC, the CBC, the CFL Football. Anything
Nice opening hnic
What city is at 2:31 - 2:32 ?
Wheat Kings:
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes pushing
Around the weather vane Jesus
In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
20 years for nothing, well that's nothing new
Besides, no one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things
Let's just see what the morning brings
There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark where the walls
Are lined all yellow, grey and sinister hung
With pictures of our parents' prime ministers
Wheat kings and pretty things
Wait and see what tomorrow brings
Late breaking story on the CBC,
A nation whispers: "We always knew that he'd go free"
They add, "you can't be fond of living in the past
'cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last"
Wheat kings and pretty things
Let's just see what tomorrow brings
Wheat kings and pretty things
Oh, that's what tomorrow brings
It's A Good Life If You Don't Weaken:
When the colour of the night
And all the smoke for one life
Gives way to shaky movements
Improvisational skills
A forest of whispering speakers
Let's swear that we will
Get with the times
In a current health to stay
Let's get friendship right
Get life day-to-day
In the forget-yer-skates dream
Full of countervailing woes
Its diverse-as-ever seen
Proceeding on a need-to-know
In a face so full of meaning
As to almost make it glow
For a good life we just might have to weaken
And find somewhere to go
Go somewhere we're needed
Find somewhere to grow
Grow somewhere we're needed
When the colour of the night
And all the smoke in one life
Gives way to shaky movements
Improvisational skills
In the forest of whispering speakers
Let's swear that we will
Get with the times
In a current health to stay
Let's get friendship right
Get life day-to-day
In the forget-yer-skates dream
Full of countervailing woes
In diverse-as-ever scenes
Proceeding on a need-to-know
In a face so full of meaning
As to almost make it glow
For a good life we just might have to weaken
And find somewhere to go
Go somewhere we're needed
Find somewhere to grow
Grow somewhere we're needed
Find somewhere to go
Let's go somewhere we're needed
Find somewhere to grow
We grow where we are needed
'Cause in the forget-yer-skates dream
You can hang your head in woe
And this diverse-as-ever scene
Know which way to go
Blow At High Dough:
They shot a movie once, in my hometown
Everybody was in it, from miles around
Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing
Well I ain't no movie star
But I can get behind anything
Yeah I can get behind anything
Get it out, get it all out
Yeah stretch that thing
Make it last, make it last
Least until the supper bell rings
Well the taxi driver likes his rhythm
Never likes the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion
When something just threw him off
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember
The smarter it gets
The further its gonna go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Baby I feel fine
I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense, no it makes no sense
But I'll take it free anytime
Whoever fits her usually gets her
It was the strangest thing how she moved so fast, moved so fast
Into that wedding ring
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember
The smarter it gets
The further its gonna go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything
Yea I can get behind anything
Well I can get behind anything
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember
The smarter it gets
The further its gonna go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Yeah, blow at high dough
Blow at high dough
Out at the speedway, some Elvis thing
Ahead By A Century:
First thing we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts
With illusions of someday casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal, this is our life
And that's where the hornet stung me
And I had a feverish dream
With revenge and doubt
Tonight we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century
Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began
I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand
Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night
No dress rehearsal, this is our life
But that's when the hornet stung me
And I had a serious dream
With revenge and doubt
Tonight we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century (this is our life)
You are ahead by a century
And disappointing you is getting me down