Little Bones
The Tragically Hip · Yer Favourites/Hipeponymous [2005]
Better butter your cue-finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
2.50 for a hi-ball,
And buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here
The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
2.50 for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here
I can cry, beg and whine
T'every Rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe
They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."
So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
Music, all it's delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change
2.50 for and eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here
Nothing's dead down here, just a little tired
They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."
Little Bones
Little Bones stands as a poignant song in The Tragically Hip's extensive catalogue, appearing on their 2005 compilation Yer Favourites/Hipeponymous. The track exemplifies the band's signature blend of introspective lyricism and driving Canadian rock rhythms that defined their career. Gord Downie's distinctive vocal delivery anchors the song, navigating themes of fragility and resilience that resonate throughout the group's broader discography. While the compilation gathers fan-favorite selections, this recording highlights the band's ability to craft intimate narratives within a robust musical framework. The song remains a testament to their enduring influence on the genre, offering listeners a moment of reflection amidst the energy of their live performances and studio recordings.