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RESTITUTION

by BLEAKNEY

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"Restitution slams the colonized mess we’re in. It screams defiance. It speaks to the farmers, the hungry, the sad, the hopeful and the marginalized. For a radical return to a creative power that upholds Mother Earth with poets, dreamers, misfits and intentions" Claire Delisle.

The Algonquins of Barriere Lake continue to pay a price for defending their territory, language, and custom against an intrusive colonial occupier in search of profit on their traditional lands. Please support this frontline struggle. All donations will go to support this community For more info see the book “Grounded Authority” (www.upress.umn.edu/book-division/books/grounded-authority), by Shiri Pasternak.

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Restitution
I work here in your basement I freeze here in your cold
Smell all of your sulfur breathe in all your mould
Weekdays I mostly imagine the weekend that has to come
Before it begins it’s all over and done
Before it begins, it’s all over and done

Chorus: Strike, strike, strike, shut it down, now we’ll do some talking
Strike, strike, strike shut it down, now we do some walking

Now a cold-hearted profiteer with a lust to kill
Poison to harm the land and push some more of those ills
They will slay the body and rob your hopeful soul
Till there ain’t no place left to hide, no place left to go, so
Ain’t no place to hide, ain’t no place to go

Chorus

Bridge: Now if this is civilization, it needs a magic change
Is bigger than the company, hunting down their prey
And some politicians compliantly retained….

Gangster enforced more punishment than reward
Treaty of 1854 Saugeen Nawash became wards
With the choice to remove yourself, sever your ancestral kin
To fake everybody white to start all over again
They made everybody white to start all over again

Chorus

Strike, strike, strike shut it down, need a new solution
Strike, strike, strike, shut it down, need some restitution

Now they’re finding all the bodies in those unmarked graves
They erased those children and then buried their names
While they’re meeting in the back rooms, counting up the dough
Colonial, your time has come, your time has come
Restitution

Copyright: D. Bleakney, words and music, Unceded Algonquin Territory, August 29, 2019

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released December 9, 2022
Dave Bleakney - Vocals/Guitars
Jeremy Hebert - Drums
John McLaren - Bass
Jennifer Johnson and Mike Oz - Backing Vocals
Mike Oz - Producer/Mixing and Mastering Engineer

Recorded fall 2021, Mixed and Mastered at studioZproductions, on Siknikt, Mi'kmaq territory.

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BLEAKNEY Salisbury, New Brunswick

Authentic taste of Appalachian folk-rock grunge, Dave Bleakney is a prolific original singer-songwriter from New Brunswick to places all over on a musical mission to write the wrongs of decades gone by through song.

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