Listen to this song by local artist PINDN , featuring Murray from The Dayglos on guitar.
Kaw, Kaw, Kanada of red and white
Feed us all fire water to fuel the duels and fights
I try to stay resilient despite
How you’ve tried to set my Great, Great, Great Grandpa’s box of treasures alight
Shut down our ceremonial social functions
In the name of the the lord with guns and swords commit child abductions
Attempt to chop down our tree of life and replace it with dysfunction
National Inter-generational trauma now makes now hard to function
Kaw, Kaw, Kanada for you I paint this blood red picto-graff
To depict you’re sick masochistic destructive aftermath
You claimed you tried to teach our people to be civil but used evil
methods of wretchedness & sadistic wrath
Claimed we were on the wrong path
Son of a preacher man ya make me laugh
With anxious, angered apprehension
Son of a preacher man oh you fail to mention
What was labeled as a school was a haunted house of vile, hostile, high tensions
Controlled with atrocious, assimilative, evil, hypocritical, sinful intentions
-
Kaw, Kaw, Kanada ya go on to separate us from our a̲wi'nagwis with this pavement
& disguisedly make sneaky weasel arrangements
We’re apparently “savages” becomes the common statement
As my elders speak their truth bravely it’s hard to face it
As I continually hear these horror stories let’s face it
Wreck-con-similation does not seem near
upon this stolen land of inter-generational racists
Where bak̓wa̲m people are locked up, missing and murdered missing on a daily basis
Oh Kanada, isn’t clean water a basic - Human right?…
Naw, instead advertise to us fire water instead to fuel the fights
Before you’re red and white fireworks go boom! in the polluted skies at night
We try to try to stay resilient despite
The V.P.D locking us up and knocking us down
When we stand up for our rights
Surprised when we fight back
Against their unjust ecocidal attacks
And the common decency they lack
Thinking we’re ungrateful and should just lay back
Confused at the two words “land back”
Oh Canada these words that I speak are for you
Oh Canada we are done with your blatant abuse
You’re fire water is no longer the drink that I chose
I am not a dumb drunk injun that is born to lose
Oh settlers don’t believe the hype of racist stereo types
Oh settler ya better take the time to read and hear these words that I write
This inter-generational genetic, traumatic memory cannot be wiped
You cannot stay idle when you’re home-environment
Is threatened by the irreversible impacts of a leaky pipe
Oh Cuzzin’ the number only started at two hundred and fifteen
All My Relations, I wish this nightmare was only a dream
-
Oooo Kanada
I will not be another victim
Of your Canadian Club fire water system
I know you won’t take the time to respond or listen
To my requiem I’ve written
for my Grandma Marilyn murdered and to all those missin’
Oh Kanada know
That I miss her so
As long as the grass will grow
And the Nimpkish River flows
You can take the queen upon your 20 dollar bills
And place em in down in your landfills
Placed upon these burial grounds
Oh Kanada
do the sounds of the children's spirits give your bones the chills?
I do not believe you’ll clear the water when the venom spills
Or heal the salmon people that feel it deep within their gills
Oh Kanada
You are still our guests
And we are still your hosts
Oh Canada
You have turned our coast
Into a realm of hungry ghosts
So for them here’s a spirit plate
If ya wanna offer one too please don’t let them wait!
I do not believe these wreck-con-simmilative words ya state
When I bear witness to these corrupted systems that ya still create
As patriots raise their shots in a cheers and toast
To commemorate a history of smallpox spread across the west coast
And to the R.C.M.P that took our reasons to live away
Which they are still actively doing today
How much more will you continue to take?
As your black snake venom spills in our rivers and lakes
Oh, Canada
Oh, Kaw, Kaw Kanada
Oh, Kaw, Kaw Kanada
…. I’m still alive
Feed us all fire water to fuel the duels and fights
I try to stay resilient despite
How you’ve tried to set my Great, Great, Great Grandpa’s box of treasures alight
Shut down our ceremonial social functions
In the name of the the lord with guns and swords commit child abductions
Attempt to chop down our tree of life and replace it with dysfunction
National Inter-generational trauma now makes now hard to function
Kaw, Kaw, Kanada for you I paint this blood red picto-graff
To depict you’re sick masochistic destructive aftermath
You claimed you tried to teach our people to be civil but used evil
methods of wretchedness & sadistic wrath
Claimed we were on the wrong path
Son of a preacher man ya make me laugh
With anxious, angered apprehension
Son of a preacher man oh you fail to mention
What was labeled as a school was a haunted house of vile, hostile, high tensions
Controlled with atrocious, assimilative, evil, hypocritical, sinful intentions
-
Kaw, Kaw, Kanada ya go on to separate us from our a̲wi'nagwis with this pavement
& disguisedly make sneaky weasel arrangements
We’re apparently “savages” becomes the common statement
As my elders speak their truth bravely it’s hard to face it
As I continually hear these horror stories let’s face it
Wreck-con-similation does not seem near
upon this stolen land of inter-generational racists
Where bak̓wa̲m people are locked up, missing and murdered missing on a daily basis
Oh Kanada, isn’t clean water a basic - Human right?…
Naw, instead advertise to us fire water instead to fuel the fights
Before you’re red and white fireworks go boom! in the polluted skies at night
We try to try to stay resilient despite
The V.P.D locking us up and knocking us down
When we stand up for our rights
Surprised when we fight back
Against their unjust ecocidal attacks
And the common decency they lack
Thinking we’re ungrateful and should just lay back
Confused at the two words “land back”
Oh Canada these words that I speak are for you
Oh Canada we are done with your blatant abuse
You’re fire water is no longer the drink that I chose
I am not a dumb drunk injun that is born to lose
Oh settlers don’t believe the hype of racist stereo types
Oh settler ya better take the time to read and hear these words that I write
This inter-generational genetic, traumatic memory cannot be wiped
You cannot stay idle when you’re home-environment
Is threatened by the irreversible impacts of a leaky pipe
Oh Cuzzin’ the number only started at two hundred and fifteen
All My Relations, I wish this nightmare was only a dream
-
Oooo Kanada
I will not be another victim
Of your Canadian Club fire water system
I know you won’t take the time to respond or listen
To my requiem I’ve written
for my Grandma Marilyn murdered and to all those missin’
Oh Kanada know
That I miss her so
As long as the grass will grow
And the Nimpkish River flows
You can take the queen upon your 20 dollar bills
And place em in down in your landfills
Placed upon these burial grounds
Oh Kanada
do the sounds of the children's spirits give your bones the chills?
I do not believe you’ll clear the water when the venom spills
Or heal the salmon people that feel it deep within their gills
Oh Kanada
You are still our guests
And we are still your hosts
Oh Canada
You have turned our coast
Into a realm of hungry ghosts
So for them here’s a spirit plate
If ya wanna offer one too please don’t let them wait!
I do not believe these wreck-con-simmilative words ya state
When I bear witness to these corrupted systems that ya still create
As patriots raise their shots in a cheers and toast
To commemorate a history of smallpox spread across the west coast
And to the R.C.M.P that took our reasons to live away
Which they are still actively doing today
How much more will you continue to take?
As your black snake venom spills in our rivers and lakes
Oh, Canada
Oh, Kaw, Kaw Kanada
Oh, Kaw, Kaw Kanada
…. I’m still alive
credits
from Spirits Back, released June 26, 2026
Featuring Murray Acton on guitar and The Nation of Creation (Sammy K. on bass and Sina Valizadeh on drums)
Featuring Murray Acton on guitar and The Nation of Creation (Sammy K. on bass and Sina Valizadeh on drums)
