City of Lakes

by Autorickshaw

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City of Lakes is a project to raise funds for the Sambhavna Clinic in Bhopal, via the Bhopal Medical Appeal. See www.bhopal.org

On December 3rd, 1984, the Union Carbide pesticide plant in Bhopal, India accidentally released over 40 tons of toxic methyl isocyanate gas, exposing hundreds of thousands of people, especially in the community immediately surrounding the factory. The best, accepted estimates say that 8,000-10,000 people died within the first 72 hours of the leak. It is estimated that 20,000 have died since the accident from gas-related diseases, and another 120,000 people are estimated to have permanent injuries and chronic medical conditions that require constant healthcare. The Bhopal Disaster is widely considered the worst industrial disaster in history.
Info on the disaster here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhopal_disaster

The Sambhavna Clinic provides free care to survivors of the disaster, and operates solely on donations.

If you would prefer to contribute directly to the Bhopal Medical Appeal, you can do so here, and still download the album for free: legacy.bhopal.org/donations/

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released 23 November 2009

Music by Suba Sankaran
Lyrics by Ed Hanley and Suba Sankaran
Produced by Ed Hanley and Suba Sankaran

Supported by the Toronto Arts Council

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Track Name: City of Lakes
Lyrics:
A wind invades your slumber at midnight,
Bringing you poisoned gifts of progress,
Progress turns away from the fading lights,
Hiding from a crime unconfessed,

Through the trenches and noxious stenches,
Come the clouds of impending disaster,
Broken dreams and industrial schemes,
Innocent puppets with a corporate master.

Mothers without daughters,
Daughters without fathers,
Fathers without brothers,
Brothers without mothers,
Mothers without brothers,
Brothers without fathers,
Fathers without daughters,
Daughters without mothers.

In the city of lakes, the worst of our fears,
A nightmare flows in a river of tears,
A breathless state of corporeal greed,
A blindness to life makes the soul bleed.

Sister, your eyes burn with tears,
Never to wake up in the morning,
Brother, you are breathless with fear,
To forever live in mourning.

The heart of India shattered, bodies scattered,
The fabric of society tattered,
I ask you, what does it matter,
When there’s a profit to be made?

Mothers without daughters,
Daughters without fathers,
Fathers without brothers,
Brothers without mothers,
Mothers without brothers,
Brothers without fathers,
Fathers without daughters,
Daughters without mothers.

In the city of lakes, the worst of our fears,
A nightmare flows in a river of tears,
A breathless state of corporeal greed,
A blindness to life makes the soul bleed
Track Name: City of Lakes-string version
Lyrics:
A wind invades your slumber at midnight,
Bringing you poisoned gifts of progress,
Progress turns away from the fading lights,
Hiding from a crime unconfessed,

Through the trenches and noxious stenches,
Come the clouds of impending disaster,
Broken dreams and industrial schemes,
Innocent puppets with a corporate master.

Mothers without daughters,
Daughters without fathers,
Fathers without brothers,
Brothers without mothers,
Mothers without brothers,
Brothers without fathers,
Fathers without daughters,
Daughters without mothers.

In the city of lakes, the worst of our fears,
A nightmare flows in a river of tears,
A breathless state of corporeal greed,
A blindness to life makes the soul bleed.

Sister, your eyes burn with tears,
Never to wake up in the morning,
Brother, you are breathless with fear,
To forever live in mourning.

The heart of India shattered, bodies scattered,
The fabric of society tattered,
I ask you, what does it matter,
When there’s a profit to be made?

Mothers without daughters,
Daughters without fathers,
Fathers without brothers,
Brothers without mothers,
Mothers without brothers,
Brothers without fathers,
Fathers without daughters,
Daughters without mothers.

In the city of lakes, the worst of our fears,
A nightmare flows in a river of tears,
A breathless state of corporeal greed,
A blindness to life makes the soul bleed
Track Name: City of Lakes from Humours of Autorickshaw
A wind invades your slumber at midnight
Bringing you poisoned mists of progress
Progress slips away in the pale moonlight
Leaving only pain and distress

Through the trenches, the noxious stenches
Form the clouds of impending disaster
Broken dreams and industrial schemes
Render you victim to the corporate bastards

Mothers without daughters
Daughters without fathers
Fathers without brothers
Brothers without mothers
Mothers without brothers
Brothers without fathers
Fathers without daughters
Daughters without mothers

In the city of lakes, the worst of our fears
A nightmare flow yields a river of tears
A pestilence, made of corporate greed
The blindness to life makes the soul bleed

Sister, your eyes burn with tears
Never again shall you see morning
Brother, you are riddled with fear
Holding your child, who from the mouth is frothing

The heart of India shattered
Bodies scattered
The fabric of society tattered
Still, the thieves dismiss the matter
Profit locks compassion’s cage