[Verse 1]
Thursday ink still drying, volume one-sixty, number forty-three
Part One rolling off the press, nobody asked for a decree
But here it is, stacked thin pages, bureaucratic poetry
Four names in the roll call today, let me lay it out for free
[Chorus]
Gazette keeps turning, quiet thunder, page by page the system hums
Four commissions clocking in, that's where the paper trail begins
Not flashy, just the weekly grind of how the government runs
Volume numbers, dates in order, that's the rhythm, that's the drums
[Verse 2]
CRA's up first, counting receipts like a tired accountant's dream
Chasing numbers, filing notices, keeping the tax machine clean
Then the Trade Tribunal steps in, weighing imports on a scale
Deciding if some goods from overseas get a welcome or a fail
CRTC's next, the airwave referee, watching broadcast and the phone lines flow
Making sure your signal's licensed before it starts to go
Public Service Commission closes out the list today
Handling who gets hired, how the federal ranks fill in to stay
[Chorus]
Gazette keeps turning, quiet thunder, page by page the system hums
Four commissions clocking in, that's where the paper trail begins
Not flashy, just the weekly grind of how the government runs
Volume numbers, dates in order, that's the rhythm, that's the drums
[Verse 3]
Flip the page to notices, Environment's got the floor
One short entry, department speaking, nothing wild, nothing more
That's the texture of this business — small print, steady pace
Rules don't shout, they just get filed and quietly take their place
[Verse 4]
Somewhere a clerk is stamping dates, a printer hums all night
Nobody claps for footnotes, but they still gotta get it right
Every statute, every standard, every form in triplicate
Builds the quiet scaffolding that holds the whole machine straight
No cameras rolling, no anthem playing when the proof gets signed
Just a thousand careful hands keeping the country's records lined
History isn't only monuments and speeches on a stage
Sometimes it's a Thursday filing, sometimes it's just a page
[Bridge]
Part Two's been resting since the twenty-first, volume one-five-nine
Number twenty-one still sitting, no new verse to assign
Some weeks the ledger's loud, some weeks it just sits still
That silence still means something — paperwork's a patient skill
[Outro]
Four commissions, one department, Thursday's modest little song
Nothing dramatic, just the system nudging slowly along
Volume one-sixty, number forty-three, written down for keeps
That's the Gazette this week — quiet work while the country sleeps
[Chorus]
Gazette keeps turning, quiet thunder, page by page the system hums
Four commissions clocking in, that's where the paper trail begins
Not flashy, just the weekly grind of how the government runs
Volume numbers, dates in order, that's the rhythm, that's the drums