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Cu+Au
00:53
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It's in the water
It's in the air
It's what we're made of
COPPER AND GOLD
It's in the water
And it's in the air
It's in our blood
COPPER AND GOLD
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2. |
Pioneers
02:26
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1926, in the middle of nowhere
with fuck all but promises bought the hard way
leaving behind the few they had
in hope of better days ahead
but daddy.. there's nothing here<
but desolate fields and a train track
and I'm sick of that drawer strapped to my back
i know, but listen to me son
this nothing could be every thing
my son, this "nothing" as you say
is a kingdom to build
this is our chance
to start from scratch
we're going to build
what has to be built
and we're going to dig
what has to be dug
but i refuse to let go
and die like a dog
i refuse to let go
i refuse to just survive
1926, somewhere up in the north
with fuck all but heart
looking forward, never turning back
knowing the going will be tough
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3. |
Ni Dieu ni Maître
05:15
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all my life
i've been told
how to live
work and eat
pray to sleep
but what gives?
work harder
forget hunger
all i have i give
work and eat
pray to sleep
but what gives?
everything
i believe in
feels like a lie to me
no god, no country
no boss nor company
my fellow strikers
evicted
faithless
even god left us
ni dieu, ni maître
i stand alone
whatever god you pray
i won't kneel before it
i don't regret
choosing the picket line
over dying
right down the mine
and may the ones
lost and never found
rest in peace
rest in peace
ni dieu, ni maître
i stand alone
whatever god you pray
i won't kiss the ring
whatever god you pray
i stand alone
the sabotage
the strikes
the rage
i won't let you tell me
how to die
no god, no country
will tell me
no company
will tell me
how to die
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4. |
Ouragan
04:23
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it was a cold and dark morning
woke up so early, it felt sick
1945
the union jack was flying
atop of city hall
clouds hung low
the whole neighborhood
ready to pack and go
stay calm and carry on
the storm is coming through (my son)
from the basement traps
rushing down the streets
gamble and main
twin cities in pain
shattered glass
all around
high tension wires
hanging down
stay calm and carry on
the storm is coming through (my son)
through the morning fog
the wind shook the maples
it came crashing down
and tore us from our sleep
the rain
it poured
all hail
broke loose
sky came falling down
twin cities
get up
we have a mess to clean
rebuild
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5. |
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sound the alarm
for the whole town to know
we lost another man
(we lost another man)
send his wife
her Easter ham
and a condolence letter
in your finest print
make sure you use
the company's letterhead
and can you tell his eldest son
we got a job for him down there
"grab a helmet, pack your lunch"
"punch in and let the lights go out"
tomorrow morning
you're going down the hole (kid) x2
to live and die
underground
day in day out
black lungs
and broken bones
dynamite
picks and shovels
to the sound
of sad work songs
"that's the sound of the men
working on the chain gang"
to live and die
underground
sound the alarm
for the whole town to know
we lost another man
(we lost another man)
send his mother
a christmas card
and a wreath of flowers
and could you tell his youngest brother
we got a job for him
like father, like son
(and) from brother to brother
that's how it was
for generations
in search of copper and gold
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Copperfield Rouyn Noranda, Québec
Christian Poulin|Drums
David Lavictoire|Vocals
Francis C. Beaulieu|Guitar
Jean-Benoit Lefebvre|Bass
Simon Descôteaux|Guitar
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