Le Tarif du Nid-de-Corbeau 
Verset 1
En 1897, un pacte est scellé
Pour que le grain des Prairies voyage en camions
Un sou et des poussières par mille, ils paieraient
Le Nid-de-Corbeau arrivait, pour ne plus partir

Refrain
Oh, le Nid-de-Corbeau, il semblait si juste
Transport de grain à bas prix, sans souci aucun
Mais rien ne dure éternellement, on dit
Maintenant, les fermes familiales disparaissent

Verset 2
Les décennies ont passé, le tarif est resté fort
Les chemins de fer grommelaient : "C'est mal fait!"
L'efficacité criait : "Changeons les choses!"
Pendant que les fermiers voyaient leurs profits étranges

Refrain
Oh, le Nid-de-Corbeau, il semblait si juste
Transport de grain à bas prix, sans souci aucun
Mais rien ne dure éternellement, on dit
Maintenant, les fermes familiales disparaissent

Pont
Ils disaient que c'était du progrès, un marché si libre
Mais essayez de dire ça à un arbre qui se fane
D'un océan à l'autre, d'un rivage à l'autre,  
Juste des pions dans ce jeu économique

Verset 3
Maintenant, les silos se dressent comme de grands monuments funéraires
Là où les fermes familiales étaient autrefois si fières
On a de l'efficacité, n'est-ce pas magnifique ?
Mais moins de mains pour travailler la terre

Refrain final
Oh, le Nid-de-Corbeau, il s'est envolé
Nous laissant nous demander qui devrait payer
Le progrès avance, pour le meilleur ou pour le pire
Est-ce une bénédiction ou une malédiction ?

Outro
Alors levons un verre au Nid-de-Corbeau
Et aux fermes familiales, (Et aux fermes familiales,)
Puissent-elles durer éternellement.

Le Tarif Du Nid - De - Corbeau

Verset 1
Promesses brisées, paroles sans poids
Les fissures du système font du bruit depuis longtemps
Des champs de prairie aux côtes de pêche
On a vu nos rêves s'envoler à la porte

Refrain
Debout, la tête haute, faisons entendre nos voix
De chaque ferme et source forestière on se joint à toi
On ne jouera plus le jeu sans rien dire
Unis maintenant, on réparera le tort

Verset 2
Ils ont vendu notre commission du blé, morceau par morceau
Laissé les pêcheurs abandonnés en mer
L'érable s'épuise, le bois tombe
Qui répondra quand l'avenir nous appellera ?

(Refrain)

Pont
Ils disent juste de voter, ça ira mieux
Mais les votes ne peuvent pas réparer ça du jour au lendemain
Il est temps de construire notre propre chemin
Un système pour un avenir meilleur

Des rives de l'Atlantique immense, au bleu infini du Pacifique,
Et aux rivages glacés où l'Arctique murmure la vérité,
Nous sommes unis, les voix fortes et claires,
L'esprit d'une nation, chassant toute peur.

Refrain final
Debout, la tête haute, faisons entendre nos voix
D'un océan à l'autre, à l'autre, on apportera notre vérité
On ne suivra plus aveuglément
Ensemble, on est forts, le Canada est fort

Outro
Des cendres du passé
On forgera un avenir durable

Marées De Changement..

Verse 1:
In 1897, a deal was struck
For prairie grain to ride the trucks
A penny and change per mile they'd pay
The Crow Rate flew, here to stay
Chorus:
Oh, the Crow Rate, it seemed so fair
Cheap grain transport without a care
But nothing lasts forever, they say
Now family farms just fade away
Verse 2:
Decades passed, the rate held strong
Railways grumbled, "This is wrong!"
Efficiency cried, "Let's make a change!"
While farmers watched their profits strange
Chorus:
Oh, the Crow Rate, it seemed so fair
Cheap grain transport without a care
But nothing lasts forever, they say
Now family farms just fade away
Bridge:
They said it was progress, a market so free
But try telling that to a withering tree
From sea to shining seas, we're all the same
Just pawns in this economic game
Verse 3:
Now silos stand like tombstones tall
Where family farms once stood so proud
We've got efficiency, ain't that grand?
But fewer hands to work the land
Final Chorus:
Oh, the Crow Rate, it flew away
Left us wondering who should pay
Progress marches, for better or worse
Is this a blessing or a curse?
Outro:
So raise a glass to the Crow Rate.
And to family farms,
May they ever last.

The Crow's Last Flight..

Le Tarif du Nid-de-Corbeau
Verset 1
En 1897, un pacte est scellé
Pour que le grain des Prairies voyage en camions
Un sou et des poussières par mille, ils paieraient
Le Nid-de-Corbeau arrivait, pour ne plus partir

Refrain
Oh, le Nid-de-Corbeau, il semblait si juste
Transport de grain à bas prix, sans souci aucun
Mais rien ne dure éternellement, on dit
Maintenant, les fermes familiales disparaissent

Verset 2
Les décennies ont passé, le tarif est resté fort
Les chemins de fer grommelaient : "C'est mal fait!"
L'efficacité criait : "Changeons les choses!"
Pendant que les fermiers voyaient leurs profits étranges

Refrain
Oh, le Nid-de-Corbeau, il semblait si juste
Transport de grain à bas prix, sans souci aucun
Mais rien ne dure éternellement, on dit
Maintenant, les fermes familiales disparaissent

Pont
Ils disaient que c'était du progrès, un marché si libre
Mais essayez de dire ça à un arbre qui se fane
D'un océan à l'autre, d'un rivage à l'autre,
Juste des pions dans ce jeu économique

Verset 3
Maintenant, les silos se dressent comme de grands monuments funéraires
Là où les fermes familiales étaient autrefois si fières
On a de l'efficacité, n'est-ce pas magnifique ?
Mais moins de mains pour travailler la terre

Refrain final
Oh, le Nid-de-Corbeau, il s'est envolé
Nous laissant nous demander qui devrait payer
Le progrès avance, pour le meilleur ou pour le pire
Est-ce une bénédiction ou une malédiction ?

Outro
Alors levons un verre au Nid-de-Corbeau
Et aux fermes familiales, (Et aux fermes familiales,)
Puissent-elles durer éternellement.

Le Tarif Du Nid - De - Corbeau..

[Verse]
Ur mah gal eštub
Dè-a dapin
Mashmash kalam-ma šušeše-e
El-e dal-i

[Verse 2]
Mashmashal duruš-a
Ur-mah-e saĝ al-a-ni
El-e ki-gal-la
Mu šub-šub

[Chorus]
El-e Ur-mah dal-i
Dù-a pušu-še
Gu4 é dar-a
U4-e sukud vidal

[Bridge]
Šu-e zabar kas
Idim úza-kam
Gá-nu šuḫuš-a
El-e lugal

[Verse 3]
Ur-mah da e-ra
Duruš-a an-na
Ki-gal-la nèš
U4 šu gig-geša

[Chorus]
El-e Ur-mah dal-i
Dù-a pušu-še
Gu4 é dar-a
U4-e sukud vidal
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[Verse] You are my bright star Goddess of the dawn Priestess of the sacred words, you shine In the high temple
[Verse 2] Priestess of the sanctuary Noble child of the lion In the great land You pour blessings
[Chorus] In the high temple, you shine You build and embrace The bull in the sacred house Each day you descend and rise
[Bridge] With strong hands You wield the scepter Noble queen In the high temple
[Verse 3] The lion roars for you In the sanctuary of heaven In the great land, they sing Each day they honor your name
[Chorus] In the high temple, you shine You build and embrace The bull in the sacred house Each day you descend and rise

Ur Mah Gal Eštub..

Versus 1
In anno millesimo octingentesimo nonagesimo septimo, pactum factum est
Ut frumentum prateriarum vehiculis curreret
Denarius et fragmenta per mille milia persolverent
Pretium Nidi Corvi advenit, ut maneret

Chorus
O Pretium Nidi Corvi, tam iustum videbatur
Vectura frumenti parvo pretio, sine ulla cura
Sed nihil aeternum manet, aiunt
Nunc villae familiarium evanescunt

Versus 2
Decennia transierunt, pretium firmum mansit
Ferroviae murmurabant: "Hoc malum est!"
Efficaitas clamabat: "Mutare debeamus!"
Dum agricolae lucra sua aliena videbant

Chorus
O Pretium Nidi Corvi, tam iustum videbatur
Vectura frumenti parvo pretio, sine ulla cura
Sed nihil aeternum manet, aiunt
Nunc villae familiarium evanescunt

Pons
Progressum esse dicebant, mercatum tam liberum
Sed hoc arbori marcenti dicere conare
Ab oceano ad oceanum lucentem, omnes pares sumus
Solum pedes in hoc ludo oeconomico

Versus 3
Nunc horrea stant tanquam lapides sepulcrales alti
Ubi villae familiarium olim tam superbae steterunt
Habemus efficaciam, nonne magnificum est?
Sed minus manus ad agros colendos

Chorus Finalis
O Pretium Nidi Corvi, avolavit
Nos relinquens, quis solvere deberet, interrogantes
Progressus procedit, in melius vel in peius
Estne haec benedictio an maledictio?

Outro
Tum attolliamus poculum Pretio Nidi Corvi
Et villis familiarium,
Ut in aeternum durent.

Pretium Nidi Corvi

Pretium Nidi Corvi..

Caballos Salvajes..

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/nova-scotia/atlantic-cod-downward-spiral-continues-gulf-of-st-lawrence-1.7216599

Verse 1 
In the Gulf o' St. Lawrence, a tale we sings b'ys 
Of cod that once swam, their numbers did bring 
A bounty aplenty, a fisherman's dream, eh? 
But greed took the tiller, and folly's the stream 

Chorus 
Oh, the cod be dyin', ain't it a shame, b'y? (Ain't it a shame, b'y?)

Verse 2 
Overfishin's anthem, a song sung far too long, b'ys 
Now the harvest is empty, a sorrowful song  
Sixty percent vanish, before they see five 
 How can they replenish, how can they survive? 

Chorus 
Oh, the cod be dyin', ain't it a shame, b'y? (Ain't it a shame, b'y?)

Bridge 
From 320,000 tonnes, to a measly 12! 
Shouted Response: What a fall, b'y! A mathematical nightmare, a story untold! 
Shouted Response: Ya ain't kiddin'! Ninety-seven percent gone, ain't that a swell? 
Shouted Response: Not much of a swell at all! But hey, at least the seals eat well!  
Shouted Response: That they do, b'ys! That they do!

Verse 3 
Commercial extinction, a future so bleak, b'ys 
In fifty short years, not a cod you will seek 
But don't you fret darlin', don't you shed a tear 
DFO's got this handled, or so I would hear 

Chorus 
Oh, the cod be dyin', ain't it a shame, b'y? (Ain't it a shame, b'y?)

Verse 4 (Spoken Word - Deliberate and somber)
Moratorium's in place, since two thousand and nine 
But the cod keep on dwindlin', a slow decline 
"Phenomenal recruitment," a chance oh so slim 
This fishery's last dance, a fading hymn 
Outro 
So raise a glass, to the vanishin' cod 
A monument to greed, a lesson not trod 
In the Gulf o' St. Lawrence, a legacy dies 
While we watch with indifference, with cold, vacant eyes

Vanishing Cod

www.cbc.ca/news/canada/nova-sc…-lawrence-1.7216599

Verse 1 
In the Gulf o' St. Lawrence, 
a tale we sings b'ys Of cod that once swam, 
their numbers did bring A bounty aplenty, 
a fisherman's dream, eh? 
But greed took the tiller, and folly's the stream
Chorus 
Oh, the cod be dyin', ain't it a shame, b'y? (Ain't it a shame, b'y?)
Verse 2 
Overfishin's anthem, 
a song sung far too long, 
b'ys Now the harvest is empty, 
a sorrowful song Sixty percent vanish, 
before they see five 
How can they replenish, how can they survive?
Chorus 
Oh, the cod be dyin', ain't it a shame, b'y? (Ain't it a shame, b'y?)
Bridge 
From 320,000 tonnes, 
to a measly 12! 
Shouted Response: What a fall, b'y! A mathematical nightmare, a story untold! Shouted Response: Ya ain't kiddin'! Ninety-seven percent gone, ain't that a swell? 
Shouted Response: Not much of a swell at all! But hey, at least the seals eat well! 
Shouted Response: That they do, b'ys! That they do!
Verse 3 
Commercial extinction, 
a future so bleak, 
b'ys In fifty short years, 
not a cod you will seek But don't you fret darlin', 
don't you shed a tear DFO's got this handled, 
or so I would hear
Chorus 
Oh, the cod be dyin', 
ain't it a shame, b'y? (Ain't it a shame, b'y?)
Verse 4 
(Spoken Word - Deliberate and somber) 
Moratorium's in place, since two thousand and nine 
But the cod keep on dwindlin', 
a slow decline "Phenomenal recruitment," 
a chance oh so slim This fishery's last dance, 
a fading hymn Outro So raise a glass, 
to the vanishin' cod A monument to greed, 
a lesson not trod In the Gulf o' St. Lawrence, 
a legacy dies While we watch with indifference, 
with cold, vacant eyes

Vanishing Cod..

Verse 2 - The Encounter:
(WHoooo weee! She in the muck good!) 

Sun was settin' low, castin' long shadows acrost the field  
Headed home in my rusty pickup, thought it would be a quick yield  
Then the ground RUMBLED, like thunder in the sky  
Truck lurched sideways, didn't know why! 

Chorus

Field Kracken got 'er!  
[spoken] Tentacle shot out of that thar muck hole!  
Grabbed my truck by its underbelly, 
wouldn't let go for nothin'! 

Bridge - The Struggle:
B'y, there's no iceberg for safety in these here fields!  
Fought like a wildcat, 
spinnin' the wheels! 
Engine screamin', tires spinnin', 
but I was sinkin' FAST! 
Thought I was a goner, a Field Kracken snack at last! (at last!)

Chorus

Field Kracken got 'er!
Didn't see no escape, nothin' but muck surroundin' me! 

Verse 3 - The Escape 
Then, a mighty SNAP! 
 The hold loosened, 
the truck lurched free 
Sped outta there like a bat outta HELL! 
Didn't look back, 
not a single spat (not a single spat!)

Outro
Field Kracken might still be waitin' 
In that murky field of muck  
But this ol' truck, 
she ain't goin' back 
Not in that Field Kracken MUCK!

Field Kracken..

Let de horses run free... free our spirits. 
Three legs, and still running!

Le Tarif Du Nid - De - Corbeau

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