Assignment:

Write a response answering the following questions:

1. How do these songs reflect Canadian identity?

2. What values do each of these songs suggest about Canadians?

3. How does geography influence Canadian identity?

4. Name 3 other songs that reflect Canadian identity and describe how they do so.

The Canadian Dream – Sam Roberts

I went out on the street today the Canadian dream was as far away As it's ever been, as it's ever been I went out on the street today the Canadian dream was as far away As it's ever been, as it's ever been

S O C I A L I S M is here to stay S O C I A L I S M is the only way, hey

Frozen land and frozen minds Frozen hands and frozen time Frozen land and frozen minds Frozen hands and frozen time

'Cause everything moves real slow when it's forty below Everything moves real slow when it's forty below Everything moves real slow when it's forty below Yeah, everything moves real slow when it's forty below, when it's forty below

S O C I A L I S M is here to stay S O C I A L I S M is the only way, hey

'Cause everything moves real slow when it's forty below Everything moves real slow when it's forty below Yeah, everything moves real slow when it's forty below Everything moves real slow when it's forty below, when it's forty below

I went out on the street today the Canadian dream was as far away I went out on the street today the Canadian dream was as far away

S O C I A L I S M is here to stay S O C I A L I S M is the only way, hey

Running Back to Saskatoon – the Guess Who

I been hangin' around gas stations

I been learnin' 'bout tires

I been talkin' to grease monkeys

I been workin' on carBs!!!!short for carbourators! check it.

Moose Jaw saw a few, Moosomin too (Not good w/broadview have no correction though)

Runnin' back to Saskatoon

Red Deer, Terrace and a Medicine Hat

Sing another prairie tune

Sing another prairie tune

I been hangin' around libraries

I been learnin' 'bout books

I been talkin' to playwriters

I been workin' on words, phrases

I been hangin' around hospitals

I been learnin' 'bout dyin'

I been talkin' to heart doctors

I been workin' on disease

This spirit is home grown

Don't come from Hong Kong

This spirit is home grown

Don't come from Hong Kong

I been hangin' around grain elevators

I been learnin' 'bout food

I been talkin' to soil farmers

I been workin' on land

I been hangin' around camera stores

I been learnin' 'bout sight

I been talkin' to film makers

I been workin' on eyes

Moose Jaw, Broadview, Moosomin too

Runnin' back to Saskatoon

Red Deer, Terrace and a Medicine Hat

Sing another prairie tune

Sing another prairie tune

This spirit is home grown

Don't come from Hong Kong

This spirit is home grown

Don't come from Hong Kong

One Great City – The Weakerthans

a darker grey is breaking through a lighter one

a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground

that hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor

and in the dollar store the clerk is closing up

and counting loonies trying not to say

i hate winnipeg

the driver checks the mirror seven minutes late

crowded riders' restlessness enunciates

the guess who suck, the jets were lousy anyway

the same mood every day

and in the turning lane

someone's stalled again

he's talking to himself

and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase

i hate winnipeg

up above us all,

leaning into sky

our golden business boy

will watch the north end die

and sing 'i love this town'

then let his arching wrecking ball proclaim:

"i...hate...winnipeg"

The Good Ol' Hockey Game – Stompin' Tom

Hello out there! We're on the air,

It's Hockey Night tonight;

Tension grows, the whistle blows,

And the puck goes down the ice.

The goalie jumps, and the players bump,

And the fans all go insane;

Someone roars, "Bobby scores!"

At the good old hockey game.

Oh! The good old hockey game,

Is the best game you can name;

And the best game you can name,

Is the good old Hockey game!

[spoken] "Second period...."

Where players dash with skates a-flash,

The home team trails behind;

But they grab the puck and go bursting up,

And they're down across the line.

They storm the crease like bumble bees,

They travel like a burning flame;

We see them slide the puck inside,

It's a one-one hockey game.

Oh! The good old hockey game,

Is the best game you can name;

And the best game you can name,

Is the good old Hockey game!

[spoken] "Third period! Last game in the playoffs, too!"

Oh, take me where the hockey players

Face-off down the rink;

And the Stanley Cup is all filled up,

For the champs who win the drink.

Now the final flick of a hockey stick,

And the one gigantic scream:

"The puck is in" - The home team wins

The good old hockey game!

Oh! The good old hockey game,

Is the best game you can name;

And the best game you can name,

Is the good old Hockey game!

The Rest of my Life – Sloan

I started thinkin' bout

The rest of my life

I found my selfish looking out for

Trouble and strife

Someone with whom I'll spend

The rest of my days

But if I ever said I wasn't

Set in my ways

Then I guess you caught me

Lying to myself

What kind of fool

Doesn't think about it?

What kind of fool

Doesn't think about it?

You'd have to be a fool

Not to think about it

Am I gonna settle down

Am I gonna be

Someone who has to take

The rest of my life

To settle down?

Then I guess you caught me

Lying to myself

Who'll make a man out of me?

One thing I know about

The rest of my life

I know that I'll be

Living it in Canada

I know I said I'll share

The rest of my days

But I was only

Going through a phase

Western Skies – Blue Rodeo

Well I'd rather be

Walking through the tall pine trees High

Up above Lake Louise

And I'd rather be

Chasing after shooting stars

Than waiting for this dumb 503 T-T-C

I'd like to see

The sun set behind Saddle Mountain

And listen to the wind whisper my name

Yea this world and me don't fit

One of us is going to have to quit

Oh how I miss those western skies

And I'd rather be

Back in the Rocky Mountains

Than sitting in some bar on Queen Street

And I'd rather be

Walking through the high meadow

Than watching the latest war on my TV

So please don't you stand in my way

I just got to get out of this place

If I waste another day

I'm sure the sun will forget my name

Oh how I miss those western skies

Oh to see the sunset in her eyes

Oh to see the sunshine in her eyes

And I'd rather be

Lying by the Bow River

Just watching the clouds go by

Yea I'd rather be

Anywhere else than here tonight

Than stuck in the city

But through the pain

Good things will come

After the rain the sun

But that don't mean much to me

Stuck in the city

Oh how I miss those western skies

Farewell To Nova Scotia – Rita MacNeil

The sun was setting in the West

the birds were singing in every tree

all nature seemed inclined for to rest

but still there was no rest for me.

i grieve to leave my native land

and i grieve to leave my comrades all

and my parents whom i hold so dear

and the bonnie, bonnie lass that i do adore.

farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast

let your mountains dark and dreary be

for when i am far away on the briny ocean tossed

will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?

the drums they do beat and the wars to alarm

the captain cries, and we must obey

so farewell, farewell to Nova Scotia's charms

for it's early in the mornin' and i'm far, far away

farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast

let your mountains dark and dreary be

for when i am far away on the briny ocean tossed

will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?



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