Copella is a British fruit juice company based in Boxford, Suffolk. It was founded in the 1930s. Copella juices are made from 100% pure pressed apples. The brand is now owned by Tropicana (part of PepsiCo Beverages and Foods North America). In 1991 the family bought the company back from Taunton Cider.
Copella's name and success stems from the late Devora Peake, who died in 1999. Devora was the daughter of Russian parents living in Tel Aviv. After finishing University there she set up home in the heart of the Suffolk countryside in the 1930s, and with her first husband Bernard Loshak started a farm handling and selling soft fruits, which she continued with her second husband, Bill Peake.
After 30 years the family bought a fruit press, and began producing juice, introducing their first beverage, fresh apple juice, which was not made from concentrate and contained no added water - the family named it Copella.
The name Copella comes from the first letters of Cox's Orange Pippins, one of the main varieties of apples used in the juice, and the last part of Devora Peake's youngest daughter's name - CarmELLA.
Copella is a genus of freshwater fish belonging to the family Lebiasinidae, native to South America, known colloquially to aquarists as splashing tetras or splash tetras, because of the unique reproductive method of the best-known representative of the genus, Copella arnoldi. They are not as closely related to the tetras proper in the Characidae as initially believed.
Copella species are found in assorted slow-moving feeder tributaries of the Amazon and other large South American rivers, particularly in the north of the continent in Guyana and Venezuela.
These fish are elongated in shape, with scales marked in such a way as to make visual differentiation of individual scales easy by simple naked-eye observation. The pectoral fins are positioned immediately behind the operculum or gill cover, while the pelvic fins are further back along the body, about midway between the head and the caudal peduncle. The dorsal fin is positioned above and slightly behind the pelvic fins, and midway between the pelvic fins and the tail fin is the anal fin. The tail fin is forked in shape. Males usually possess more elongated and ornate unpaired fins than females. In the case of C. arnoldi, the tail fin of the male is somewhat asymmetrical, the upper lobe being larger than the lower lobe, and this modification of the more usual symmetrical tail fin shape (tail fin symmetry is a characteristic of the majority of fishes belonging to the Actinopterygii) is linked to the reproductive activity of the species.
These are the Daze my friend
We're so far from the end
But we can't wait forever and a day
Forever and a Day
One for your City
Two if you're prissy
Three for the raw real homie
Rollin' wit' me
Four's like the voice in my head
Getting dizzy
Five get it so live
The cops come & get me
Six for the politrix
Seven call the Reverend
Eight DNA certain way
You a felon
Nine feeling fine
Even when the sun shady
Ten that's a dime
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If you miss me when I'm gone
Just know riding on a sky plain
You never know
I could be wrong
Sometimes I'm weak
When I feel strong
Push on
Be strong
Don't wait
Lean on
Sometimes
Pray on
Hold on
Because
These are the Daze
You gotta go for broke
I'm taking all my chances
And if you're scared of transit...
Run for cover
Light is fading
It's getting dark
The sun is fading
Oh they told me
Live today
Like your gonna live forever
Tomorrow paves the way
For the rest of your life
Even if we lose some along the way
It's not worth the hate
No time to hate
Black prophet
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It's nothing
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We going for bust
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It's not
Too late
Take it
Right now
It's in
Your hands
Because
These are the days we gotta go for broke
I'm taking all my chances
And if you're scared of transit...
Run for cover
Light is fading
Its getting dark