The Acadians (French: Acadiens, IPA: [akadjɛ̃]) are the descendants of the 17th-century French colonists who settled in Acadia, a colony of New France. The colony was located in what is now Eastern Canadas Maritime provinces (Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Prince Edward Island), as well as part of Quebec, and present-day Maine to the Kennebec River. Although today most of the Acadians and Québécois are French speaking (francophone) Canadians, Acadia was a distinct colony of New France, and was geographically and administratively separate from the French colony of Canada (modern day Quebec), which led to Acadians and Québécois developing two rather distinct histories and cultures. The settlers whose descendants became Acadians came from "all the regions of France but coming predominantly directly from the cities".
Prior to the British Conquest of Acadia in 1710, the Acadians lived for almost 80 years in Acadia. After the Conquest, they lived under British rule for the next forty-five years. During the French and Indian War, British colonial officers and New England legislators and militia carried out the Great Expulsion of 1755–1763. They deported approximately 11,500 Acadians from the maritime region. Approximately one-third perished from disease and drowning. One historian compared this event to a contemporary ethnic cleansing, while other historians suggested that the event is comparable with other deportations in history.
The Roches (Maggie, Terre, and Suzzy Roche) are a vocal group of three songwriting Irish-American sisters from Park Ridge, New Jersey, known for their "unusual" and "rich" harmonies, quirky lyrics, and casually comedic stage performances.
The Roches have been active as performers and recording artists since the mid-1970s, at various times performing as a trio and in pairs.
In the late 1960s, eldest sister Margaret and middle sister Terre (pronounced "Terry") quit school to tour as a duo. Maggie wrote most of the songs, with Terre contributing to a few. The sisters got a break when Paul Simon brought them in as backup singers on his 1973 #2 album There Goes Rhymin' Simon. They got his assistance (along with an appearance by The Oak Ridge Boys) on their only album as a duo, Seductive Reasoning (1975). Shortly after that, youngest sister Suzzy (rhymes with "fuzzy") joined the group to form The Roches trio.
Around this time, they parlayed bartending jobs at famous Greenwich Village folk venue Gerde's Folk City into stage appearances, an experience they commemorated in their song, "Face Down at Folk City" (from Another World, 1985). It was here that they met many of their future singing and songwriting collaborators. Terre was now writing songs as well, and by the time of their first album as a trio, The Roches (1979), Suzzy also began writing. Robert Fripp produced the album. Maggie's "The Married Men" from this album was eventually to become the biggest hit of the songwriting trio — not for them, but for Phoebe Snow. After Snow and Linda Ronstadt performed the song in a duet on Saturday Night Live, the Roches were invited themselves to perform on the show a few months later in 1979 at the behest of Paul Simon. They did two songs, both unreleased at the time, "Bobby's Song" and "The Hallelujah Chorus".
Joni Mitchell, CC (born Roberta Joan Anderson; November 7, 1943) is a Canadian musician, singer songwriter, and painter. Mitchell began singing in small nightclubs in Saskatchewan and Western Canada and then busking in the streets and dives of Toronto. In 1965 she moved to the United States and, touring constantly, began to be recognized when her original songs ("Urge for Going," "Chelsea Morning," "Both Sides, Now," "The Circle Game") were covered by notable folk singers, allowing her to sign with Reprise Records and record her own debut album in 1968. Settling in Southern California, Mitchell and her popular songs like "Big Yellow Taxi" and "Woodstock" helped define an era and a generation. Her more starkly personal 1971 recording Blue has been called one of the best albums ever made. Musically restless, Mitchell switched labels and began moving toward jazz rhythms by way of lush pop textures on 1974's Court and Spark, her best-selling LP, featuring her radio hits "Help Me" and "Free Man in Paris."
Neil Percival Young,OC,OM (born November 12, 1945) is a Canadian singer-songwriter who is widely regarded as one of the most influential musicians of his generation.
Young began performing as a solo artist in Canada in 1960, before moving to California in 1966, where he co-founded the band Buffalo Springfield along with Stephen Stills and Richie Furay, and later joined Crosby, Stills & Nash as a fourth member in 1969. He forged a successful and acclaimed solo career, releasing his first album in 1968; his career has since spanned over 40 years and 34 studio albums, with a continual and uncompromising exploration of musical styles. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame website describes Young as "one of rock and roll’s greatest songwriters and performers". He has been inducted into the Hall of Fame twice: first as a solo artist in 1995, and second as a member of Buffalo Springfield in 1997.
Young's work is characterized by his distinctive guitar work, deeply personal lyrics and signature alto or high tenor singing voice. Although he accompanies himself on several different instruments, including piano and harmonica, his idiosyncratic electric and clawhammer acoustic guitar playing are the defining characteristics of a varyingly ragged and melodic sound. While Young has experimented with differing music styles, including swing and electronic music throughout a varied career, his best known work usually falls into two primary styles: acoustic (folk and country rock) and electric (amplified hard rock, very often in collaboration with the band Crazy Horse). Young has also adopted elements from newer styles such as alternative rock and grunge. His influence on the latter caused some to dub him the "Godfather of Grunge".
Stanley Allison "Stan" Rogers (November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) was a Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
Rogers was noted for his rich, baritone voice and his finely crafted, traditional-sounding songs which were frequently inspired by Canadian history and the daily lives of working people, especially those from the fishing villages of the Maritime provinces and, later, the farms of the Canadian prairies and Great Lakes. Rogers died in a fire aboard Air Canada Flight 797 on the ground at the Greater Cincinnati Airport at the age of 33. His influence on Canadian folk music has been deep and lasting.
Rogers was born in Hamilton, Ontario, the eldest son of Nathan Allison "Al" and Valerie Rogers (née Bushell), two Maritimers who had relocated to Ontario in search of work shortly after their marriage in July 1948. Although Rogers was raised in Woodburn, Ontario (a community in the easternmost part of Hamilton), he often spent summers visiting family in Guysborough County, Nova Scotia. It was there that he became familiar with the way of life in the Maritimes, an influence which was to have a profound impact on his subsequent musical development. He was interested in music from an early age, reportedly beginning to sing shortly after learning to speak. He received his first guitar, hand-built by his uncle Lee Bushell, when he was five years of age. He was exposed to a variety of music influences, but among the most lasting were the country and western tunes his uncles would sing during family get-togethers. Throughout his childhood, he would practice his singing and playing along with his brother Garnet, six years his junior.
Defaced you stand
A single nobody in a mindless crowd
Surrounded by a system
Where corruption triumphs
Here every suspended solid
Rests on top of our affliction
Grieving silence
A lament to our own death!
Shut down your eyes and ears
Protect them from the truth
Avoid reality to suit your pitiful life
An alliance of deception
A conformist masterplan!
Grieving silence
A lament to our own death!
Ignorance pawn
You care for nothing, but your self
Just for what prosperity demands
But you can smash their greed for power
Theories of superior existence
An ancient relic of human vanity
A trigger for abnormal social behaviour
Faith is a mind disease
An instrument of torture
Forcing man to suppress his own instincts
The nature of Cain
Was the final design
For the creation of man
Lurking in the most secret paths
Of the human subconscious
The Dogma of Cain
Faith in God killed the trust to man
As Cain did to his own brother
The best seller of cheap hope
In a sick bargain of life denial
The nature of Cain
Was the final design
For the creation of man
Lurking in the most secret paths
Of the human subconscious
The Dogma of Cain
And there...
Within the silent vertigo of Babel's fall
Arose the fear for the uncertainty of demise
And upon it were built
Churches and temples
The nature of Cain
Was the final design
For the creation of man
Lurking in the most secret paths
Of the human subconscious
Noir and moments of change
Shadows swim in the lakes of chaos
As I redeem the hopes in my grasping hand
I feel my glacial prison quiver!
Questions? Swarming through my mind
These words descent from desolate realms
Seeking ways to reach my devastation
Forlorn I have foreseen the dark
Shall dwell in the fortress of past
Whispering n your ears
Holding the back of your neck
Judging their infinite lies
Tempting your self for the end
In my moments of faith
My aura kneels to embrace me
I subtracted life with my grasping hand
As I perceive my prison... Shatter!
Forlorn I have foreseen the dark
Shall dwell in the fortress of past
Forlorn I have foreseen the dark
Whispers in the dark
A window with no view
The Lies they told you were true
Their love gave birth to a spark
In fathomless depths
There where logic dissolves
into the obscurity
of instinct-driven behaviour
One challenges oneself
to defy
From non-canonical patterns
Randomly picked from endless streams
Massive figures are formed to recreate
Facts that already exist
or not...
In fathomless depths
One's dreams are manufactured
One shall silently surrender to them
For dreams are the most
Kafkaesque manifestation
An essence drawn beneath the surface
Coiled into human form a Human Serpent
Craved it's form for human flesh
But still inside a rigid reptile
Until we die
Force fed we swallow
A vicious way of living
Born from the seed of deception
Came this unexpected guest,
A human serpentine
Initiation to an eerie convention
The feelings unfaithful
And unable to feel the change
Until we die
Force fed we swallow
A vicious way of living
No escape from materialistic frontiers
Now everything gets a whole new meaning
Hunted but still straw
Initiation and grinding infestation!
Encounters between those who stand for faith
As everything shatters,
Blood gives a warm flow
Terror but nothing to fear
The thirst finally won the test
No hope to stand against
Until we die
Force fed we swallow
A vicious way of living
Venomous serpentine and evil
Struggling upon the Threshold that leads from sanity to nightmare
Not knowing that your altered perception blackens the Freedom
Of your Terrible Mind
Of the very existence
You're fighting to deny
Haunted by murderous demons and guided by your own fears
You seek haven between the shadows of your true enemy
Of your only enemy
The one that lies
The images are all the same
A moving spiral that devours
All consciousness and truth
An altered state of mind
Experiment on mass hypnosis
Your own inescapable inertia!
Go on and spit your lies
Seduce / Provoke / Defile
Every precious truth...
A rosebud in your dangerous hands
Under a storm of information
Minds succumb to gradual possession
To be used and then reformed
A passive service for the "righteous"
A place for the void to rest
A means for the incapable... to rule!
Go on and spit your lies
Seduce / Provoke / Defile
Every precious truth...
A rosebud in your dangerous hands
Entertainment through torture
The infliction of psychosomatic pain
Deifying every suspended solid
A basis for corruption to spread
A method to discard all guilt
What a marvelous beauty that is
That of an incomprehensible abyss
As astonishing as the sun,
Yet so hideous in it's vagueness
What an agony to exist
Balancing between matter and nihil
As simple as the feel of the wind
Yet vast like a cosmic ocean
How the subconscious is able to provide
A layer that severs perception from nothing
An amalgam of incoherent entities
That form the essence of life
Dwelling on the brink of void
In the shade of the eyelid
A scarlet shape crawls
Inside the eyes a projection
An organic machine
Slowly molding reality
The pendulum demands
To cherish the relentless pace of time
Amidst eleven dimensions
Matter collapses to the glint of a moment
The failure of the abyss
It's inability to judge
Beyond the terms of it's likeness
Bound to it's very being
An eagle untethered in it's cage
Pondering upon the human potential
The social reflection of the abyss
Condemned to be biased against it's own existence
Still meant to transcend it's natural limits
In the shade of the eyelid
A scarlet shape crawls
Inside the eyes a projection
An organic machine