Canol Road

Stan Rogers

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Well you could see it in his eyes_ as they strained against the night_ And the bone-white-knuckled grip_ upon the road_ Sixty-five miles_ into town_ and a winter's_ thirst to drown_ A winter_ still with two months_ left_ to go_ His eyes_ are too far open_ his grin too hard and sore_ His shoulders too far_ high_ to bring relief_ But the Kopper_ King is hot_ e_-ven if the band_ is not_ And it sure beats shooting_ whiskey-jacks_ and_ trees_ |_ _ _|_ _ _|_ _ _|_ _ _| Then he laughs_ and says "It didn't get me this time_ not tonight_ I wasn't screaming when I_ hit the door"_ But his hands on the tabletop_ will_ their_ shaking_ never stop_ Those_ hands_ sweep_ the bottles_ to the floor_ Now he's a bear_ in a blood-red mackinaw with hungry dogs at bay_ And springtime thunder in his_ sudden roar_ With one wrong word he burns_ and the table's_ overturned_ When he's_ finished_ there's a dead man on the floor_ Well_ they watched for him in Carmacks_ Haines_ and Carcross_ With Teslin blocked there's nowhere_ else_ to go_ But he_ hit_ the four-wheel-drive in Johnson's Crossing_ Now he's thirty-eight miles up_ the Canol road_ He's thirty-eight miles up_ the Canol road_ In the Salmon Range_ at for_-ty-eight_ below_ |_ _ _|_ _ _|_ _ _|_ _ _| Well_ it's God's own neon green_ above the mountains_ here tonight_ Throwing_ brittle_ coloured_ shadows_ on the snow_ It's four more hours til dawn_ and the gas is almost gone_ And that bitter_ Yukon_ wind_ begins_ to blow__ Now you can see it in his eyes_ as they glitter_ in the light_ And the bone-white rime of frost_ around his brow_ Too late the dawn_ has_ come_ that Yukon_ winter has won_ And he's got his cure_ for cabin_ fever now_ Well they watched_ for him in Carmacks_ Haines_ and Carcross_ With Teslin blocked there's nowhere else_ to go_ But they hit_ the four-wheel-drive in Johnson's Crossing_ Found him thirty-eight miles up_ the Canol road_ They found him thirty-eight miles up_ the Canol road_ In the Salmon Range at for_-ty-eight_ below_ They found him thirty-eight miles up_ the Canol road_ |_ _ _|_ _ _|_ _ _|_ _ _|

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Cette chanson évoque le parcours tortueux d'un homme qui lutte contre les rigueurs de l'hiver dans le Yukon. Il traverse des paysages hostiles et fait face à ses démons intérieurs, cherchant du réconfort mais se retrouvant acculé par la solitude et la colère. Les images de la nature sauvage et du froid mordant symbolisent son état mental, tandis que sa lutte pour surmonter des sentiments dévastateurs le conduit à un moment de crise. Le récit se déroule dans des villages isolés comme Carmacks et Haines, où l'absence de chemins possibles renforce son sentiment d'isolement. Alors qu'il s'engage sur la Canol Road, il se débat avec ses pensées sombres, jusqu'à ce que la nature elle-même semble lui donner une claque amère. Le contraste entre l'environnement naturel et son état mental crée une tension palpable, rendant le récit encore plus poignant.