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http://chrisburke.me/ Verse 1 I hail from down Cape Breton way, my daddy worked the sea He told me back when I was young this life is proud and free There’s no skyscrapers dirt or smog like up along this land Just ocean air and lassies fair, the Lord’s creation grand Verse 2 My momma’s kitchen seemed as grand as three big football fields At weeks long end the folks would come to play the jigs and reels Guitars and fiddles all around, the dancers were a sight They sang the tunes and drank the rum, on a Kitchen Saturday Night Chorus My daddy rosined up the bow while mother passed the jars Old Uncle Archie strummed along his three chord repertoire The neighbors came from all around, a Maritime delight I thank the Lord I seen it all, on a Kitchen Saturday Night Verse 3 We folk down in the Maritimes know hard work is the way The briny sea and farmers fields, the mines so deep and grey But all hard work without some play is not the way to be When weekend comes it’s time for fun for folk down by the sea Verse 4 I grew up proud, I grew up strong, my daddy raised no fool Each Sunday we all walked to church, t’was mothers strictest rule We Maritimers know what’s wrong and specially what’s right Work hard all week but bring your strings To the Kitchen Saturday Night

http://chrisburke.me/ Verse 1 In the quiet of the morning I hear whispers on the wind Echos of the past the story that never ends We’ve grown tired of the searching, of feeling so alone Nows the time to rise together and make this place our own Chorus We will reclaim this home thats ours Through stormy nights and darkest hours Bound by blood united we’ll stand With fearless hearts and hands held high We’ll reclaim our land Verse 2 In the shadows of the evening, where dreams and hopes entwine A legacy of strength and courage, spirit that won't decline Through trials and tribulations, we'll forge a path ahead With every step, a testament, to the words our fathers said Chorus We will reclaim this home thats ours Through stormy nights and darkest hours Bound by blood united we’ll stand With fearless hearts and hands held high We’ll reclaim our land Bridge The echoes of the past, they guide us on our way We'll weave them into stories that we'll share along the way No force can break the bonds that time has tightly spun We stand together, sons and daughters, one Verse 3 As the sun sets on the horizon, painting colors in the sky We'll overcome the struggles, spread our wings, and fly Through unity and kinship, we will build a future bright We'll light the flame that gives us hope, burning through the night Chorus We will reclaim this home thats ours Through stormy nights and darkest hours Bound by blood united we’ll stand With fearless hearts and hands held high We’ll reclaim our land Outro So in the quiet of the morning, as a new day is reborn We'll sing our song of triumph, a legacy adorned With the whispers of the wind, our story will be known We reclaimed our home, and made this place our own. Chorus Yes we reclaimed this home as ours Through stormy nights and darkest hours Bound by blood united we’ll stand With fearless hearts and hands held high We took back our land Chorus Yes we reclaim the home as ours Through stormy nights and darkest hours Bound by blood united we’ll stand With fearless hearts and hands held high We'll defend our land With fearless hearts and hands held high We'll defend our land

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Grab your smokes and drinks, its time for the east coast kitchen party!!

Join us this evening for an hour or so of live music as we watch the collapse of society as we know!! Grab a drink, grab a puff, drop your requests in the chat!

Join us this evening for an hour or so of live music as we watch the collapse of society as we know!! Grab a drink, grab a puff, drop your requests in the chat!

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RIP Gordon Lightfoot http://chrisburke.me/ Lyrics: The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too T'was the witch of November come stealin' The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin' "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya" At seven PM, a main hatchway caved in, he said "Fellas, it's been good to know ya" The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the maritime sailors' cathedral The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee And today the bells rang another twenty nine times plus one more for the man they call Lightfoot