[Verse 1] Tuesday postmark, forty-three on the spine, Volume hundred-sixty, same old sturdy line, But flip the commissions page, four names stand in a row, Each one a filing cabinet with its own undertow. [Chorus] Vier Behörden, ruhig bleibt der Blick, Teil eins, Nummer dreiundvierzig, das ist unser Stück, Steuern, Handel, Funkwellen, der Dienst im Staat, Hör die Gazette flüstern, bevor der Tag vergeht. [Verse 2] Canada Revenue Agency counts the coins that you owe, Canadian International Trade Tribunal settles the dumping blow, When steel comes in too cheap and it's hurting local mills, This tribunal writes the ruling, hands down the final bill. CRTC spins the dial on your cable and your phone, Licensing the airwaves so no signal stands alone, Public Service Commission guards who gets hired in, Merit over favors, that's the rule they pin. [Chorus] Vier Behörden, ruhig bleibt der Blick, Teil eins, Nummer dreiundvierzig, das ist unser Stück, Steuern, Handel, Funkwellen, der Dienst im Staat, Hör die Gazette flüstern, bevor der Tag vergeht. [Verse 3] Then the government notices, quieter, tucked behind, Environment's the heading, a fresh line for the mind, No fireworks today, just a letter "D" on file, Ministries log their business in a long administrative mile. [Bridge] Keine Dramatik, nur Papierkram heut, But paperwork's the skeleton that holds the whole thing tied, Four commissions, one department, a Tuesday kind of weight, Ordinary citizen, this is how the gears rotate. [Verse 4] Part Two stays silent, volume hundred-fifty-nine, Number twenty-one already sang its line, So we let it rest and focus where it's fresh, Part One, forty-three, that's the week's new flesh. [Chorus] Vier Behörden, ruhig bleibt der Blick, Teil eins, Nummer dreiundvierzig, das ist unser Stück, Steuern, Handel, Funkwellen, der Dienst im Staat, Hör die Gazette flüstern, bevor der Tag vergeht. [Verse 5] Somewhere in Ottawa a clerk stamps the date, Four signatures later, it's sealed and it's great, The public has thirty days to read and reply, Democracy's paperwork, nobody asks why. A comment period opens, a mailbox waits for mail, Lawyers and lobbyists leave their paper trail, But so can a farmer, a nurse, or a clerk, The Gazette is the ledger where every voice can work. [Bridge 2] Zwischen den Zeilen steht die stille Macht, Every regulation born from a quiet thought, Citizens sleep while the bureaucrats write, Tuesday's Gazette, published overnight, Four agencies, one nation, a thousand little rules, Woven into mornings, into markets, into schools. [Outro] Four doors in a hallway, each one holds a key, Tax, trade, airwaves, hiring — that's the recipe, Ruhig, ruhig, the Gazette breathes slow, Tuesday's paper trail, now you already know. [Chorus] Vier Behörden, ruhig bleibt der Blick, Teil eins, Nummer dreiundvierzig, das ist unser Stück, Steuern, Handel, Funkwellen, der Dienst im Staat, Hör die Gazette flüstern, bevor der Tag vergeht.
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