My song is of time and memory
What we forget when we change the story
We took as much as our books could carry
And found a lie on the truth they buried
Safe keep in the sleep of poppies
Forget there was someone here before me
Build temples of police and landlords
To worship money, the god we pay for
There I stood on the shore
Of a story we don't tell anymore
All the names were erased
Buried under a land that my people stole
I had a dream where I stood in the water
Like the trees that grew with your daughters
Ships came full of sick and plunder
One day this will all be over
The creeks run like ghosts in the basement
Still alive coursing their displacement
Our seeds of eternal war
Lay buried in an unknown shore
There I stood on the shore
Of a story we don’t tell anymore
All the names were erased
Buried under a land that my people stole
Even the rivers run dry
Built a highway big enough to stop time
White clouds drift by
Over a country founded on a genocide
What we forget when we change the story
We took as much as our books could carry
And found a lie on the truth they buried
Safe keep in the sleep of poppies
Forget there was someone here before me
Build temples of police and landlords
To worship money, the god we pay for
There I stood on the shore
Of a story we don't tell anymore
All the names were erased
Buried under a land that my people stole
I had a dream where I stood in the water
Like the trees that grew with your daughters
Ships came full of sick and plunder
One day this will all be over
The creeks run like ghosts in the basement
Still alive coursing their displacement
Our seeds of eternal war
Lay buried in an unknown shore
There I stood on the shore
Of a story we don’t tell anymore
All the names were erased
Buried under a land that my people stole
Even the rivers run dry
Built a highway big enough to stop time
White clouds drift by
Over a country founded on a genocide
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The album also opens with “Found” which chronicles how Indigenous people have been displaced and murdered to build highways and “temples of police and landlords to worship money.”
The track was inspired by guitarist Mike Haliechuk’s experiences living on one of the oldest streets in North America and his observations of the tragic consequences of colonization and gentrification.
Daily Dose of Protest: Found – Fucked Up