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Borealia Sudbury, Ontario

Latin for "northern", Borealia is also about life in Northern Ontario, with many songs and melodies inspired by northern vistas and life in the mining towns within. Since 2006, Travis has been writing soaring melodies, crushing riffs, and somehow making them mesh together to create a whole that somehow makes sense. It's progressive metal with soul and heart, not charts and calculators. ... more

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Track Name: Star Trek: The Next Generation Theme (Cover)
- Instrumental -
Track Name: THRILLHO (Demo version)
- instrumental -
Track Name: This Cosmic Fugue (demo)
Recombine
Your ancient RNA evolving
Sings the song
Of the stars
We are made
Of the ancient
anomalies
Of our blood
It's only human nature after all...
Reprogram...
DNA...

Structure of the helix
It's the code of life
Choose to reprogram yourself
In the cold sunlight

Decompose
As you lay in the ground
And the cosmos sings
To the Earth
You are made
Of stars and planets
A symphony
In our blood
It's only human nature after all...
Reprogram...
DNA...

Structure of the helix
It's the code of life
Choose to reprogram yourself
In the cold sunlight

Structures of life reaching
Combine with the double-helix

Reprogram yourself
Track Name: Sakura Blossom
Lady of the sea
In the pond she drew water
And poured out her heart

It's so very cold
But I can warm up with you
Fading forever

Open up my eyes
I can almost see clearly
Waves crashing above

Come see my kingdom
Let the creatures there greet you
With warmth and kindness

Sakura blossoms
The air is slowly broken
Peacefully descend

Words said in anger
Carried away by the breeze
Whispering regrets

Walk amongst people
They don't know what to believe
Here there is no peace

Everyone is king
Each according to their own
And trusting no one

Sakura blossoms
The silence with which they fall
A tranquil chaos

Words said in darkness
Won't ever mean anything
So turn the lights on

(Repeat Chorus 1)

(Backing against last chorus: Against the headwind
In the first spring offering.
To be more human)
Track Name: States Of Matter (Demo)
- Instrumental -
Track Name: Kepler 22b
- Instrumental -
Track Name: The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald (demo)
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 ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas 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 t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'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 'is 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 'er.
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.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

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 call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"
Track Name: O Canada
- Instrumental -

(original lyrics by Adolphe-Basile Routhier)

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.