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Bitter Tales
04:45
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Bitter tales
Sitting on my grandfather’s knees, I spent nights and nights hearing stories of all the violence of the strike of 49, and why it changed nothing at the end of the line. Weak and regarded merely as expendable means for making money. “Again we had to find a way to unite all workers, to release them from dust exposure”. An inch of dust on every porch of this city. “We just wanted a way not to expose our families”. Working conditions were at the lowest of the low. “We had no power, the syndicate just had to grow”. The tales of a bitter old man who had no more grain in the quicksand. Tired of the clouds of dust you could cut with a knife. Wanting something more for his kids and wife! The companies owned everything, the workers didn’t have shit. If a whole neighbourhood had to be moved to expend the pit, they would do it! Tired of losing their lives trying to earn it. “If we want justice, we’ll have to take it!”. This anger towards the
machine was rebuilding. This is a climate my grandfather had already seen. As organized as the syndicate was getting, harder the fall would be for the kings. Something was coming.
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The Strike Of '75
03:01
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The strike of ’75
From the efforts of the Catholic Union came the strike of ‘75. Tired of the dust and shit pay, tired of the constant lies. My grandpa and
my father were on the front of the picking line. 3500 weary workers, from Vimy to the Carey mine decided it was time. But the mining
companies had other plans on their minds to push and push and push ‘till violence rises. Same story, same scabs. Those traitors knew where to stab. Never sorry, scumbags. They never had honour in their lives. The friendship between the Prime and the bosses of the mines Didn’t fail to explain his indifference towards their “war crimes”. Availing from the events of ’74 when the King mill burned down, down to the floor. If you evoked your working conditions again, they would simply fire you and show you the door. Unemployment
and misery. Dust everywhere in this wretched city. Now that he can’t gain from it, Trudeau put a term on the strike with a special law.
What put him on the map years before is now squashed under his little bourgeois paws!
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The White Scare
04:29
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The White Scare
My grand-father lost his job in 74 when the King’s mill burned down in flames. He was lucky enough to find work hauling when high
rates of unemployment came. “Conditions had been upgraded but we saw the first mines closing”. Just when the PQ started
nationalizing. The constant fear of losing everything. The recession of the early 80’s. Closing, merging, transferring operations in other mines. A lot of frustration led to the release of informations once kept secret by the companies. On the risk of asbestos exposure. Disinformation instigated by mainstream Medias just put fuel on the already agitated fire. The reports, the newspapers, the broadcastings, the bans, the fear… the white scare. This once prosperous town is now a hazardous wasteland in the eye of everyone. A poisonous vein that goes from Broughton to Vermont. And here we are, standing in the ashes of this city that can’t be burnt.
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4. |
The Day After
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Instrumental Track
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White Ghost
05:13
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White Ghost
Sitting on the passenger side of my grand-father’s truck, I was living, without knowing, the last days of asbestos mining. The last mines
operating were down on luck. Closing one by one. I remember my father trying not to cry in front of my brother and I. What was once
known as White Gold quickly turned into White Ghost. Walking in the abandoned mills, it feels like time froze. Brooms and stools
leaning on counters, jackets and papers left there, ready for another shift on the day after. This city is dead and there’s no point in
staying. An economy living off a single industry is now crashing. The uninflammable empire is burning. There is no future here, no
work, no pride and a never before seen wave of suicide. This father to son economy left us with nothing. Hate life. Love nothing.
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Who's To Blame
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Who’s to blame?
Who’s to blame? The fall of asbestos must have someone to point our finger at. Someone must be held responsible. Who’s to blame?
People lost their jobs, we have to find the truth. Someone must be held accountable! Older miners will say it all went to shit when PQ
nationalized the mines! Others say the union was too greedy in their demands. But how much is too much when countless profits are
made on the back of honest workers? How much is too much when outside interests eviscerate our land and extract natural resources without a proper share? Once hidden information resurface forty years too late. When it’s convenient for the companies who lost their claims. Lies and slanders used as weapons to destroy an unprotected industry. World scale demagoguery disguised as morality orchestrated by those who once abused power over their cheap labour. Lobbies using fear and emotions to cast a shadow over a controlled mineral that put food on our table. My father says in the end, maybe we’re all to blame. Government from past and present, unions and lobbies, workers and companies, Medias and public… Lies and hypocrisy!
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Altered History
03:17
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Altered History
And now we’re here, trying to count our blessings. But how do you mend a hundred years? How do you make the shame disappear?
How can you right the wrongs they caused here? Altering history? Erasing the past of this city? You can polish the scenery all you
want, put grass on the dumps. Nothing can grow on this sterile ground! You can romanticise these bitter tales all you want, but you can never erase the scars above and under the ground. This story, our story… should be used to improve the mining industry. From the working conditions to the absurd mining royalties. Those who cannot remember it will be condemned to repeat it again and again. Let this be an hymn for the workers to remember! Arise. Protest. Unrest. White gold. White scare. White fucking ghost!
Hymn For The Workers
WHITE GOLD. WHITE SCARE. WHITE FUCKING GHOST!
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Hymn For The Workers
02:54
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WHITE GOLD. WHITE SCARE. WHITE FUCKING GHOST!
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Carey Québec
Formed in 2011, Carey is a project featuring veterans of the Amiante punk and hardcore scene. The band writes about the
asbestos mining history of their region on a post-hardcore soundtrack. Definitely attached to it's working class roots, Carey offers a breath of fresh air for fans of melodic hardcore and punk.
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