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Ouverture
00:45
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Instrumental.
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Edmund
02:59
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washed up on golden dreams
edmund thought all along
like a last farewell trip
he'd dig for his own swan song
looking for the glory and shine
lasting traces were left behind
wandering from rivers to lakes
there was more than the gold at stake
and even though they thought you mad
you never stopped, you've never quit
i know there's something up there
i'm telling you
i felt it in my bones, it was like coming home
through all the effort, was it all just for gold
through all the effort, was it all just lust for gold
revved up on golden dreams edmund thought all along
i have to get up there, i know there's something more
and even though they called you mad
you had to try one last time
and even though you were told to quit
you came back
edmund
would've you believed it would last so long
a hundred years and still counting
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Cu+Au
00:51
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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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Pionners
02:36
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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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J.H.
03:49
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i watched them both grow side by side
witnessed every move, captured the progress
the blooming first steps of a city
the company town and worker squats
all-seeing eye somewhere in time
from daily grind to milestones
bridging the gaps from future to past
citizens once settlers and pioneers
here's a tribute to the life and times
a tangible proof through lens and film
feel the pulse of two cities
beating in sync, becoming one
feel the pulse, twin cities
building up as one
pictures worth a thousand words
of people with stories to tell
pictures worth a thousand stories
of people with lives to be told
i watched them both grow side by side
witnessed every move, captured the progress
the blooming first steps of a city
the company town and worker squats
so came the day i passed it on
this family tree
revealed and stopped, fixed in time
captured the memories
all the moments gone
citizen
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Lev
05:35
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we were born in a country still foreign to our caring mothers
into the wild, in a land of promises
unexpecting all the months in the cold
when the growing seasons are just not long enough
dreaming of sky blue and wheat gold
missing home
winter whites and pitch black nights
long miserable days
fading dreams of blue and gold
still missing home
lost children
will we find ourselves
like orphans mourning the motherland
stateless, citizens the world
forgotten, forsaken
we are the lost
saved from war but given hunger
the great depression coming over
a casualty of the economy
sheptetski, the lost colony
WE ARE THE LOST
we are but ashes
we are but dust
we are but words
eroded tombstones, unaware
lost in time
eroding in ages
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Mackinaw
05:19
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with winter 'round the corner
we'd head up to the logging camps
it paid good money, to provide the family
long weeks and hard shifts, working hard to forget
punch in at the office, grab your gear and some slacks
report to the foreman, meet you in front of the shacks
log cabins and bunks
camp life was one hell of a run
stuffed with pork and beans to make it through the day
many drank themselves to sleep not to think of the ones away
tall tales and chum fights playing cards with the boys
gambling upper bunks and chores every saturday night
put on your "mack", grab some bread and lard
no going back to camp until you're sore and damp
today we blaze the trail, this one's goin' be hard
put on your "mack", eat your bread and lard
falling trees and rolling logs
shut up boy (kid), now pull and tug
back to the camp, small talk with the cookees
sneak into the kitchen, come on boys, eat and leave
alright boss, settle up with the office and send the balance home
and when spring comes again we'll hit the road, in hope...
IN HOPE
no one's missing back home
i miss home
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8. |
Monuments
03:38
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once upon a time in a place where nothing was impossible
faith only was not enough to move mountains
daydreamers, hard workers
all lured by gold and rust
digging, building
all hopes couldn't go up in dust
anchored in this solid rock
something to build on
remember a hundred years ago
there was nothing
these city streets still wear the scars
of the boomtown built in the hurry of a gold rush
day by day, stone by stone
this piece of land is a legacy
remember, a hundred years from now
despite all the progress
despite all the monuments
this was all made from scratch
many lived and died along the way
all the sacrifices, never to let go
and if faith will move mountains
i guess we're proud enough to break through
carry on this legacy
never to let go (never to let go)
our home is where we carved our hearts into the stone
anchored in this solid rock
something to build on
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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)
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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