Oh Canada!

Oh Canada! continues our presentation of voices and music from an all Canadian lineup that you may be hearing a lot more of in the years ahead. 

Transcript

SPEAKER_00 0:56

Whatever you think in the world.

SPEAKER_09 2:29

Hatch up the whole the left of the sunning and get ready for the brain I don't know how it was that it's just as well. I will never wanna play again it's fine to gotta let that shit go in a pop so we got that to my bow that I'm a street best.

SPEAKER_18 4:20

Let's go!

SPEAKER_11 4:22

Step out what that thing I'm gonna get you come on, baby, take control, you have to know to make our dreams come true Open door then I must get this Open Doe that I must sit and say this we're gonna home last night and let my keys drop in the door Throw my toes across the bed, then sleep on the floor Wake up in the morning with my hands so goddamn sore But I'm never, never, never gonna drink no more I had a day with my baby, she was looking so fine I thought it I was cool, but I had too much wine, I was out of my mind, baby, I'll make it up next time, oh boy, come on, oh bad, come on, oh my god.

SPEAKER_06 7:20

I had a battle with the boys, we were getting on town We hit every bar all across town and a child, I was acting like a clown you know, I was passed down on the ground.

SPEAKER_11 8:47

Oh that's a situation with an away, call me situation with an eye, swallow me that up and swallow me.

SPEAKER_05 10:06

Sitting here the low one Why do that treble's counting on my telephone is causing their situation always comfortable that I've already got a beautiful person? I don't want no more trouble. When I sit in there, I don't want I look in trouble just to get by and survive situation. I don't do that hang around Will I better be for I'll be six feet that was major funny employment.

SPEAKER_00 13:53

From their recent album Dreamland. Next up will be a contemporary root singer from Northeastern Ontario, Mimi O'Bonsawin.

SPEAKER_06 14:02

Mimi, a Franco-Ontarian and Abinashi root, shares her latest and very recent recording of I Wish I Was a Farmer Howdy Do Burn it down Little atmosphere in this ghost town, and this is the place to be all boys tipping their hands, all you girls keep shaking like that. Let me hear you scream on a Saturday of Sunday, because you know we breed on a beer, oh you know me, oh you know, we only got all the money and we train all money in the world second off we know a bit of a hard two, you know. Yeah, I'm on a race gonna be no be here on it.

SPEAKER_16 18:34

See the girl with the cymbals on her fingers entering through the door, Ruby glistening from her navel, shimmering around the floor. Bells on her feet go ting a ling a linging, going through my hand. Sweat is falling, just so like a teardrop running from her hand. Now she's dancing, going through the movement, swaying to and fro. Honey moving, bringing back a memory, thoughts of long ago. Blood is rushing, temperature is rising, sweating from my brow. Like a sleep, her body fascinates me.

SPEAKER_17 19:11

I can move away now. Stop it, stop it, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe. Stop it, stop it, stop all the dancing or to leave.

SPEAKER_16 19:26

Now she's dancing all around the tables and learning all inside. But I know that she cannot see me in my line. Closer, closer she is getting nearer, soon she'll be in reach. As I enter into this my life, she stands on the four speech.

SPEAKER_17 19:44

Stop it, stop it, stop dancing, give me time to breathe. Stop it, stop it, stopin' to me.

SPEAKER_16 20:27

Now I hold the people are staring, don't know what to think. As we struggle for knocking over tables, filling all the drinks. Can't they understand that I wonder happens every week? Every hand upon my collar throws me to the street.

SPEAKER_17 20:45

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe. Stop, stop, stop on the dancing, more I'll have to leave. Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe. Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, all I'll have to leave.

unknown 21:06

Leave Leave Leaves.

SPEAKER_02 22:02

I'm not a tortured soul. I've got some dreams. Something inside of me wants to plant some seeds.

SPEAKER_26 22:12

Don't watch 'em cry. I could have a couple of birds and a couple of squirrels as friends. It just seems so much better when you don't have to go anywhere.

SPEAKER_02 22:49

Nurturing soul, tucked into something bigger, bigger than my self-ish clothes.

SPEAKER_26 23:05

I could take all of my dreams, make them real instead. Just seem so much better when you don't have to pretend I wish I was a farmer.

SPEAKER_24 23:30

A Thunderman is wish I was a farmer. I wish I was a farmer. I wish I was a farmer.

SPEAKER_00 24:22

To close the first half of today's program, we ask singer-songwriter Wren to take the sounds of traditional music and keep them moving with just the right dose of optimism and perseverance while feeding this wonderfully addictive style of folk music into our ears. Here is The Sun is Going Down from Wren's 2021 album Pink Stone Songs from Moose Lodge.

SPEAKER_10 24:47

How Canadian can this be the sun is going down? Ooh, let's gather all around. Let's gather all around. The sun is going down. You bring the word And I'll bring the word the dance on the moon. It's fun along the room. I'll treat the face and west. And I recognize it things we need to dress. It's like with you. L you, L you The Sun is going up. Let's gather all up. The jungle Let's follow the street. The sun is going up. Set by to the logs. Mama voice has been a little music with the floor. The crows have gone to bed. And the tiny squirrel. Come snuggle you with me. Maybe we win the next one. It's night with you. It's night with you.

SPEAKER_11 27:24

The sun is gone up. Let's go to the changle.

SPEAKER_10 27:39

Let's go to the street. The sun is gone up. We watch the ducks fight so I taste the wonder in the all now. I know we're not always together. Oh we are birds of a fire. The sun is going down. Ooh, let's gather all the mouth.

SPEAKER_00 29:26

Songwriter and follow Chevelle with a beautiful new ad featuring William Prince and Serena Ryder that they recorded in 2022. They joined together on Sing Me a Song written by William Prince and P.E.I. songstress Catherine McClellan, who I've had the pleasure of chatting with and learning more about her music over the last several years. We'll close the set with Waiting on My Love from her album The Coyote.

SPEAKER_08 30:05

You hang around in the shadows, blowing kisses without a doubt. Can't put a ring on my finger. Still you can't let go of my heart coming out of the ground. Sweet dark comin' round. You don't even know about now, but you see my wing just again. Oh you love the break on the clothes. Daddy gave my hand away. Mama cried, cause she knows my bummer's to break on Saturday, just like Both and just away. Oh you love to break the bum away.

SPEAKER_03 32:34

Um Bro Km Broken Um Bro King.

SPEAKER_07 33:33

Shady through the jungle for your love with a drink in your hand and the other own likes of us could always use place to run. Love stunts, done, and strange unstopped ways With a guitar in your hands and start to be stunned.

SPEAKER_19 36:00

Sing me a song, babe.

SPEAKER_12 36:03

What kinda song, babe?

SPEAKER_19 36:08

The one you hear when you look into my soul. Sing me a song, babe. What kinda song, babe? It ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long. Just sing me a song, it ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long. Just sing me a song.

SPEAKER_12 36:34

Play me a song, babe.

SPEAKER_19 36:38

What kind of song, babe?

SPEAKER_12 36:42

The one who feels closest to my touch. Play me a song, babe.

SPEAKER_19 36:51

What if I get it wrong, babe?

SPEAKER_12 36:55

It ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long.

SPEAKER_19 36:59

Just play me a song, it ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long. Just play me a song, and I could play this guitar without any strings.

SPEAKER_12 37:14

I could sing for hours about everything, and that'd be all right by me.

SPEAKER_19 37:24

I could play this guitar without any strings, I could sing for hours about everything, and that and be all right by me. So sing me a song, babe. What kinda song, babe? The one you hear when you look into my soul. Sing me a song, babe. What kinda song, babe? It ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long, to sing me a song, it ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long, to sing me a song. It ain't gotta be good, it ain't gotta be long, to sing me a song.

SPEAKER_14 38:42

One foot in front of the other, that's how we must go. One step ahead of the next, and we'll get the nice and slow. See, I've been waiting all my life just to be with you right now. Let's not waste a minute of this, it could all let go somehow. I've been waiting on my love.

SPEAKER_15 39:09

I've been waiting on my love.

SPEAKER_14 39:18

Two little birds go flying high up in the sky, two little tears come rolling, falling from your eye. I never promised you there would be no pain, but I can promise you it is worth it just the same. I've been winning on my love, you say.

SPEAKER_15 39:45

I've been winning all my win on my love, you say I've been we know my things in life we win, some things we lose, some things in life we give to us, other things we choose.

SPEAKER_14 40:36

I found a gift in you that cannot be replaced. I hope you know you are welcome here to stay. I believe we know my love, you say.

SPEAKER_00 41:37

William Prince and the Serena Rider and Catherine. I hope you enjoyed the line. Canadian singer-songwriter Willie Dunn wrote his song Janey Wenjack in 1971. And we have that song to play for you today. And then we'll close the show with another Willie Dunn original from the same self-titled album and his song Oh Canada.

SPEAKER_23 44:00

I paddle for the life I choose. I paddle for my sons and my daughters. I paddle my canoe. There are bones watching up on the shoreline From the mother of a dying coup. She's been crying since the 1950s. I paddle my kingdom. Oh yeah. I hear the faraway drow. Oh yeah. They make me want to go out. Oh yeah. And near the river the old lady out. Oh I am pulling through the waves in the canyon. I am steady as the water grows. All the blood coming down from the mountain. Giving life to the tree. I was born from a tree and a town. Now a woman with the strength of two. There are robes tucking life. Oh my god. I paddle my kid. Oh yeah. I hear the far away. Oh yeah. They make me want to go. Oh yeah.

SPEAKER_01 46:13

What are we gonna do about it? Are we gonna let them go ahead and destroy what the creator and that's created for us? I felt so much power when I was on top of that mountain. And I don't know.

SPEAKER_23 46:42

And the louder I paddle my canoe through the water. I paddle for the strong and true. I paddle for the lost and forgotten. I paddle my canoe to you. I need the bottle.

SPEAKER_21 50:36

Welcome through snow, hidden down the railway line, tryna make it home, and he's made it forty miles, six hundred left to go. It's a long old lonesome journey, shuffling through the snow. He's a lonesome man, he's hungry. He's been a time since the last he's a day, and as the night grows colder, he wonders of his fate or his legs, are rocked with paint, he stabbers through night as he sees through his troubled eyes, his hands are turned white. And he's looking up for love just a lost little boy by the railroad track hidden homeward bound. Is that the great wendigo come to look up on my face? And are the stars exploding down misty aisle space? Who's that coming down the track? Walking up to me, her arms outstretched and waiting, waiting just for me. Walk on, little Charlie, walk on through the snow, moving down the railway line, try and make it home, and he's made it forty miles, six hundred left go in a long old lonesome journey, shuffling through the snow. While I cut down the trees, we were shunted aside to the jails and the penitentiaries.