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When you've got a dream like mine Nobody can take you down When you've got a dream like mine Nobody can push you around Today I dream of how it used to be Things were different before The picture shifts to how it's going to be Balance restored When you know even for a moment That it's your time Then you can walk with the power Of a thousand generations (Chorus) Beautiful rocks beautiful grass Beautiful soil where they both combine Beautiful river covering sky Never thought of possession, but all this was mine When you know even for a moment That it's your time Then you can walk with the power Of a thousand generations (Chorus) |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
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When you've got a dream like mine Nobody can take you down When you've got a dream like mine Nobody can push you around Today I dream of how it used to be Things were different before The picture shifts to how it's going to be Balance restored When you know even for a moment That it's your time Then you can walk with the power Of a thousand generations (Chorus) Beautiful rocks beautiful grass Beautiful soil where they both combine Beautiful river covering sky Never thought of possession, but all this was mine When you know even for a moment That it's your time Then you can walk with the power Of a thousand generations (Chorus) |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Sky-wild
Far cry Wings-slash-free Christ is born for you and me Wind rush Reed bend Storm tossed sea Christ is nailed upon a tree Mists part Sunrise Shining key Christ is risen to lead us free ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRUCE COCKBURN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
After the rain in the streets light flows like blood
I can just taste salt on the humid wind Here comes that gasoline Spreading hungry rainbow over shiny black tar I'm blown like smoke and blind as wind Except for when your love breaks in Maybe to those who love is given sight To pierce the wall of seeming night And know it pure beyond all imagining Engine throb street cruise light bullet car flash Hollow beauty night gleam oily river tension glass Ultraflame! Glittering dust falling in slow motion Clouds tumbling one over another into apparent emptiness It's like a big fist breaking down my door I never felt such a love before Maybe to those who love it's given to hear Music too high for the human ear And clear as hydrogen to go singing |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Salt, Sun And Time (1995)
All the diamonds in this world
That mean anything to me Are conjured up by wind and sunlight Sparkling on the sea I ran aground in a harbour town Lost the taste for being free Thank God He sent some gull-chased ship To carry me to sea Two thousand years and half a world away Dying trees still grow greener when you pray Silver scales flash bright and fade In reeds along the shore Like a pearl in sea of liquid jade His ship comes shining Like a crystal swan in a sky of suns His ship comes shining |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
The hills are full of secrets
Owls watch by night Down in town the bars are full And the drunks are picking fights These are things I know But the facts are filtered through All the ways I want you 2:19 freight train Moaning somewhere near I see you in the distance But I can't get there from here Hard to believe it's happening But my whole world's shrunken to All the ways I want you Stars look down and laugh at me I ought to take a bow Don't have to tell them life's hard sometimes There's one falling now Nobody's here beside me I can talk about it to All the ways I want you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Some things in life are bad, they can really make you mad
Other things can make you swear and curse When you're chewing on life's gristle, don't grumble -- give a whistle And this'll help things turn out for the best, and... Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the bright side of life If life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing When you're feeling in the dumps, don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing, and... Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the bright side of life Life is quite absurd, and death's the final word We must always face the curtain with a bow Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin Enjoy it -- it's your last chance anyhow, so... Always look on the bright side of death Just before you draw your terminal breath Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true You can see it's all a show, keep 'em laughing as you go Just remember that the last laugh is on you, and... Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the bright side of life... |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
Tomorrow may come, it usually does
Don't know what it will bring to the two of us I just want you to know What I'm ready to do Anything, anytime, anywhere For you When I'm holding you tight, you give me the power To burn like a torch in the darkest hour Tell me what you need I will surely come through Anything, anytime, anywhere For you Passion runs deep, it's scary sometimes When it's larger than life or your peace of mind It's got me all the same And I'm not sorry that's true Anything, anytime, anywhere For you Anything, anytime, anywhere For you Anything, anytime, anywhere For you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Arrows of light, come
Pierce my soul Pierce my soul Breath of the bright wind Make us one Make us one Life is singing Like a great bell ringing |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now (2007)
There's a knot in my gut
As I gaze out today On the planes of the city All polychrome grey When the skin is peeled of it What is there to say? The beautiful creatures are going away Like a dam on a river My conscience is pressed By the weight of hard feelings Piled up in my breast The callous and vicious things Humans display The beautiful creatures are going away Why? Why? From the stones of the fortress To the shapes in the air To the ache in the spirit We label despair We create what destroys, Bind ourselves to betray The beautiful creatures are going away |
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from Bruce Cockburn - The Charity Of Night (1998)
Birmingham
Just behind the mountain Sparse streelamps glow in hot half-moon haze Shadows shorten into little black pools that elongate behind We walk, talk some, laugh some Worked hard, now wired, and hanging out I'm curious what you might be all about Curious, too, what that dark-shape in the hard shining cruiser might do And you have no idea what you're getting out of of your own curiosity and tense energy Tattoo on chest like the key to the puzzle of your pumping heart Wearing your shadows all over your sleeve Wearing the role of young upstart Birmingham shadows fall You show a little, I let something show too It's now or not at all Out on the road, it's always instant get-to-know-you Under velvet trees, towering like the sides of a well Before the empty two office blocks Which we're admonished not to enter Policeman studies us, finds us confusing More amusing than threat Moves on, bemused Pavement spirals down ahead like the fossil of a giant shell Along the kingdom's midnight marches I wear my shadows where they're harder to see But they follow me everywhere I guess that should tell me that I'm travelling toward light I guess something you sang made me remember that I guess I'm saying thanks for that Birmingham shadows fall You show a little, I let something show too It's now or not at all Out on the road, it's always instant get-to-know-you Got a head full of horrors and a heart full of night At home in the darkness, but hungry for dawn I only remember scenes, never the stories I live The good things about that is, it's easy to forgive Can't make assumptions about any of this We're nomads following our own songlines Who knows what could strike before we meet again? But if I fall down and die Without saying goodbye I give you this: you'll have lost a friend Birmingham shadows fall You show a little, I let something show too It's now or not at all Out on the road, it's always instant get-to-know-you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
There's a bone in my ear
Keeps singing your name Sometimes it's like pleasure Sometimes it's like pain It's a small voice and quiet But I hear it plain There's a bone in my ear Keeps singing your name In my heart there's a an image Like looking through g |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Way out on the rim of the galaxy
The gifts of the Lord lie torn Into whose charge the gifts were given Have made it a curse for so many to be born This is my trouble -- These were my fathers So how am I supposed to feel? Way out on the rim of the broken wheel Water of life is going to flow again Changed from the blood of heroes and knaves The word mercy's going to have a new meaning When we are judged by the children of our slaves No adult of sound mind Can be an innocent bystander Trial comes before truth's revealed Out here on the rim of the broken wheel You and me -- we are the break in the broken wheel Bleeding wound that will not heal Lord, spit on our eyes so we can see How to wake up from this tragedy Way out on the rim of the broken wheel Bleeding wound that will not heal Trial comes before truth's revealed So how am I supposed to feel? This is my trouble -- Can't be an innocent bystander In a world of pain and fire and steel Way out on the rim of the broken wheel |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Look away across the bay
Yankee gunboat come this way Uncle Sam gonna save the day Come tomorrow we all gonna pay... And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn Something dead under the bed Local diplomats hang their heads Never mind what the government said They're either lying or they've been misled... And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn Philippines was yesterday Santiago and Greece today How would they ever make the late news pay If they didn't have the CIA? And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn Here it comes, the loaded gun "Must keep the Commies on the run" You'd buy or bury everyone For liberty and life And just plain fun And it's burn baby burn When am I going to get my turn ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRUCE COCKBURN Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
padded with power here they come
international loan sharks backed by the guns of market hungry military profiteers whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared with the blood of the poor who rob life of its quality who render rage a necessity by turning countries into labour camps modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom sinister cynical instrument who makes the gun into a sacrament -- the only response to the deification of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations' idolatry of ideology north south east west kill the best and buy the rest it's just spend a buck to make a buck you don't really give a flying fuck about the people in misery IMF dirty MF takes away everything it can get always making certain that there's one thing left keep them on the hook with insupportable debt see the paid-off local bottom feeders passing themselves off as leaders kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows open for business like a cheap bordello and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy see the loaded eyes of the children too trying to make the best of it the way kids do one day you're going to rise from your habitual feast to find yourself staring down the throat of the beast they call the revolution IMF dirty MF takes away everything it can get always making certain that there's one thing left keep them on the hook with insupportable debt |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
padded with power here they come
international loan sharks backed by the guns of market hungry military profiteers whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared with the blood of the poor who rob life of its quality who render rage a necessity by turning countries into labour camps modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom sinister cynical instrument who makes the gun into a sacrament -- the only response to the deification of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations' idolatry of ideology north south east west kill the best and buy the rest it's just spend a buck to make a buck you don't really give a flying fuck about the people in misery IMF dirty MF takes away everything it can get always making certain that there's one thing left keep them on the hook with insupportable debt see the paid-off local bottom feeders passing themselves off as leaders kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows open for business like a cheap bordello and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy and they call it democracy see the loaded eyes of the children too trying to make the best of it the way kids do one day you're going to rise from your habitual feast to find yourself staring down the throat of the beast they call the revolution IMF dirty MF takes away everything it can get always making certain that there's one thing left keep them on the hook with insupportable debt |
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from Bruce Cockburn - You`Ve Never (2005)
Here comes those silver celestial horses
Rays of the moon in the mountain air I'm steeped in the steam of the last wild hot spring Maybe I'm melting but I don't care There's darkness in the canyon But the Light comes pounding through For me and for you Tomorrow may be a hissing blowtorch Maybe a silken sky shaken by the wind The world's in the wake of those whispering horses But there's always a pillar of cloud on the valley's rim There's darkness in the canyon But the Light comes pounding through For me and for you Still river full of the depths of the candles Burning for the free ones riding on the other shore Even at the heart of these breathing shadows You can feel us gathering at the door There's darkness in the canyon But the Light comes pounding through For me and for you For me and for you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar I love the wild music of waves on the shore And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars Love my sweet woman down to the core There's roads and there's roads And they call, can't you hear it? Roads of the earth And roads of the spirit The best roads of all Are the ones that aren't certain One of those is where you'll find me Till they drop the big curtain Hear the wind moan In the bright diamond sky These mountains are waiting Brown-green and dry I'm too old for the term But I'll use it anyway I'll be a child of the wind Till the end of my days Little round planet In a big universe Sometimes it looks blessed Sometimes it looks cursed Depends on what you look at obviously But even more it depends on the way that you see Hear the wind moan In the bright diamond sky These mountains are waiting Brown-green and dry I'm too old for the term But I'll use it anyway I'll be a child of the wind Till the end of my days |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Salt, Sun And Time (1995)
Fire-bright faces in winter night
A dog in the distance barks The sky speaks in patterns of starlight The fire replies in sparks The stream is a motionless moment Salmon in the sea swims deep Pregnant with force as a prayer is Spring in the hard earth sleeps Like the snow on the stark spruce limb Coated with ice, then stripped by wind We melt away and return again Stronger for the tempering flame Stronger for the Saviour's name. |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
There you go
Swimming deeper into mystery Here I remain Only seeing where you used to be Stared at the ceiling 'Til my ears filled up with tears Never got to know you Suddenly you're out of here Gone from mystery into mystery Gone from daylight into nigh |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
Mary grows a child without the help of a man
Joseph get upset because he doesn't understand Angel comes to Joseph in a powerful dream Says "God did this and you're part of his scheme" Joseph comes to Mary with his hat in his hand Says "forgive me I thought you'd been with some other man" She says "what if I had been - but I wasn't anyway and guess what I felt the baby kick today" Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption rips through the surface of time In the cry of a tiny babe The child is born in the fullness of time Three wise astrologers take note of the signs Come to pay their respects to the fragile little king Get pretty close to wrecking everything 'Cause the governing body of the whole land Is that of Herod, a paranoid man Who when he hears there's a baby born King of the Jews Sends death squads to kill all male children under two But that same bright angel warns the parents in a dream And they head out for the border and get away clean Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption rips through the surface of time In the cry of a tiny babe There are others who know about this miracle birth The humblest of people catch a glimpse of their worth For it isn't to the palace that the Christ child comes But to shepherds and street people, hookers and bums And the message is clear if you've got ears to hear That forgiveness is given for your guilt and your fear It's a Christmas gift you don't have to buy There's a future shining in a baby's eyes Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
Standing on a rock in a river
Staring at the splintered sun You could drown yourself in jewels Like a thousand other fools While you stand there looking down at what you've won Sitting on a mountain of ashes Face to face with past regrets You could roll down to the canyon Piss away this incarnation But remember that you pay for what you get And he says, 'But don't you know How hard it is To hit the ground and mean it. And mean it?' Walk the jangling streets of the city Trying to find the buried sun You could drown yourself in jewels Like a thousand other fools While you wander waiting for it to be done And he cries, 'Why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate? Love can make you sad. Come on, let's drive ourselves mad.' And he's aware How hard it is To kiss the sun and mean it. And mean it. And he screams, 'Why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate? Life can make you sad. Come on, let's drive ourselves mad.' Standing on a rock in a river Staring at the rain made one On the surface flashing diamonds Rolling down the twilight canyon And we shall kiss the sun in spite of him So why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate? Why don't we celebrate? |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now (2007)
She said she wanted me
I had to let her know It was never meant to be And she had to let it go She was pissed and hurting but What was I supposed to do? I did not love her But it's different when it comes to you Lamentations everywhere All the covers turned to blue Desperation laid her bare She told me everything I could do She told herself a story that flat out wasn't true She made me feel sorry But it's different when it comes to you I don't want to go home tonight I wanna turn loose my lust I want you to squeeze me tight Do the things that we discussed I'll be my broken self The zero hidden from your view I don't usually do that But it's different when it comes to you I didn't know I could do that But it's different when it comes to you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - You`Ve Never (2005)
Amid the rumours and the expectations
and all the stories dreamt and lived Amid the clangour and the dislocation and things to fear and to forgive Don't forget about delight Y know what I'm saying to you Don't forget about delight Y know Amid the post-ironic postulating and the poets' pilfered rhymes Meaning feels like it's evaporating Out of sight and out of mind Don't forget about delight Y know what I'm saying to you Don't forget about delight Y know Though you find yourself alone and stranded with no friend to take your side On the endless road afoot and empty-handed where the wild-eyed Cossacks ride Don't forget about delight Y know what I'm saying to you Don't forget about delight Y know Spring birds peck among the pressed-down grasses Clouds like zeppelins cross the sky Anger drips and pools and then it passes And I say a prayer that I Don't forget about delight Y know what I'm saying to you Don't forget about delight Y know |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Salt, Sun And Time (1995)
Don't want to be on no rooftop Frying in the afternoon sun Don't want to sit by no fountain Listening to the man-made stream run Just want to stand where the sea-spray Gleams like fire with you And I don't have to tell you why
Don't want to go to no parties Full of fair-weather friends Don't want to be in no "in" crowd Chasing after every trend Just want to stand on some hillside In Wales with you And fly -- don't have to tell you why Don't want to live in no mansion Ornate as a crown prince's church Don't want to live on no sidewalk Underneath no pigeon's perch Just want to stand at the rainbow's Real end with you And I don't have to tell you why |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Christmas (1993)
(Cottentop Mountain Sanctified Singers )
Early on one Christmas morn Jesus Christ the son was born Singing carols, Christmas songs Early on one Christmas morn Early on one Christmas morn Jesus Christ the son was born Singing carols, Christmas songs Jesus Christ the son was born Three wise men saw the star at night Star that lit the heavens so bright Star that led them to where Christ was born Early on one Christmas morn Early on one Christmas morn Jesus Christ the son was born Singing carols, Christmas songs Early on one Christmas morn Early on one Christmas morn Jesus Christ the son was born Singing carols, Christmas songs Jesus Christ the son was born In that city of Bethlehem Wise men brought Him jewels and gems Born in a manger humble and low That is why we love Him so Early on one Christmas morn Jesus Christ the son was born Singing carols, Christmas songs Jesus Christ the son was born Mary was his mother calm cradling him gently in her arms all hail and praise to Him peace on earth, goodwill to men Early on one Christmas morn Jesus Christ the son was born singing carols, christmas songs Early on one Christmas morn Early on one Christmas morn Jesus Christ the son was born singing carols, Christmas songs Jesus Christ the son was born Jesus Christ the son was born. |
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Moon of plenty, moon of mischance
It'll be what you want but you can't stop the dance Try to count the steps and they change while you stare And the translucent moon floats in waves of blue air And we cry out for grace to lay truth bare The dance is the truth and it's everywhere Pas de deux in stark silhouette pulsing against a clear orange sunset As the distance shifts from skin unto skin Look at how bodies shape the spaces they're in See the limbs slide smooth through unresisting air The dance is the truth and it's everywhere In grains of sand and Galaxies In plasma flow and rain in trees In the sepia swell of silted-up surf In the ebb and the flow of dying and birth In wounded streets and whispered prayer The dance is the truth and it's everywhere |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
Cloud pillars clinging like vines to the sky
Don't cry We'll walk down the meadow with sunrise inside So dry your eyes The winds of all kingdoms meet where we stand The gray forest people cast off their old clothes Good-bye Everything's sleeping as winter draws near So close your eyes The mists of all twilights dance close at hand The rust-coloured river is now slowing down Going dry Harvest has lifted the crown from the ground But don't you cry The song of the seasons brings life to the land |
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Feet fall on the road Bound to motion
Though chains be of gold They are chains all the same Traveler on the bridge A wakens to find It's not the river that flows But the bridge that moves o'er In the hand of the cloud Liquid as time The heron's wings well Know the grace of space |
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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
An elegant song won't hold up long
When the palace falls and the parlour's gone We all must leave but it's not the end We'll meet again at the festival of friends. Smiles and laughter and pleasant times There's love in the world but it's hard to find I'm so glad I found you -- I'd just like to extend An invitation to the festival of friends. Some of us live and some of us die Someday God's going to tell us why Open your heart and grow with what life sends That's your ticket to the festival of friends. Like an imitation of a good thing past These days of darkness surely will not last Jesus was here and he's coming again To lead us to his festival of friends. Black snake highway -- sheet metal ballet It's just so much snow on a summer day Whatever happens, it's not the end We'll meet again at the festival of friends. |
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Hmmm -- every day
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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
Working out on Gavin's woodpile
Safe within the harmony of kin Visions begin to crowd my eyes Like a meteor shower in the autumn skies And the soil beneath me seems to moan With a sound like the wind through a hollow bone And my mind fills with figures like Lappish runes of power1... And log slams on rough-hewn log And a voice from somewhere scolds a barking dog. I remember a bleak-eyed prisoner In the Stoney Mountain life-suspension home You drink and fight and damage someone And they throw you away for some years of boredom One year done and five more to go -- No job waiting so no parole And over and over they tell you that you're nothing... and I toss another log on Gavin's woodpile and wonder at the lamp-warm window's welcome smile. I remember crackling embers Coloured windows shining through the rain Like the coloured slicks on The English River2 Death in the marrow and death in the liver And some government gambler with his mouth full of steak Saying, "If you can't eat the fish, fish in some other lake. To watch a people die -- it is no new thing." And the stack of wood grows higher and higher And a helpless rage seems to set my brain on fire. And everywhere the free space fills Like a punctured diving suit and i'm Paralyzed in the face of it all Cursed with the curse of these modern times Distant mountains, blue and liquid, Luminous like a thickening of sky Flash in my mind like a stairway to life -- A train whistle cuts through the scene like a knife Three hawks wheel in a dazzling sky -- A slow motion jet makes them look like a lie And I'm left to conclude there's no human answer near... But there's a narrow path to a life to come That explodes into sight with the power of the sun A mist rises as the sun goes down And the light that's left forms a kind of crown The earth is bread, the sun is wine It's a sign of a hope that's ours for all time. |
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(I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers
It didn't take long - I don't know much about Turkish drummers - But it made me think of Germany and the guy who sold me cigarettes Who'd been in the Afghan secret police Who made the observation That it's hard To live Then I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec who used to be head of the secret police in Da Nang - and it occurred to me I was thinking about all this stuff to keep from thinking about something else... Isn't that just what secret police are all about???) Somebody stands in a window Watches the river roll Trains rumble in the foreground With the weight of approaching dawn Flames from the refinery Rise broken, red and riveting And the high vault of heaven Looks far away and cold There's howling in the factory yard There's pounding in my head I'm swollen up with unshed tears Bloated like the dead... (Instrumental break) Blood and ashes - time burning On the skyline dark against the stars A solitary horseman - waiting Lashed to the wheel Whipping into the storm Get up, Jonah It's your time to be born |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Christmas (1993)
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born While shepherds kept their watching O'er silent flocks by night Behold throughout the heavens There shone a holy light Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born Shepherds feared and trembled When low above the earth Rang out the angel chorus That hailed our saviour's birth Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born Down in a lowly manger The humble Christ was born And God sent our salvation That blessed Christmas morn Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain That Jesus Christ is born |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Christmas (1993)
God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our Savior Was born on Christmas Day To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy! In Bethlehem, in Jewry This blessed babe was born And layed within a manger Upon this blessed morn For which his mother Mary did nothing take in scorn. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy! From God our Heavenly Father A blessed angel came And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same How that in Bethlehem was born The son of God by name. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy! Now to the Lord sing praises All you within this place And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace This holy tide of Christmas All others doth deface. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy! |
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
She moves like a golden serpent all day long
Moves like a golden serpent all day long She lights the candle when the day is gone She likes to give me honey when I'm down She likes to give me honey when I'm down If I ever was a king y'know she was the crown She carries all the lines down in her palms She carries all the lines down in her palms She can drive away the devil with a song |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
Evening sun slants across the road
Painting everything with gold I'm headed for home, got a woman there I can barely wait to hold Got wind in my hair, got the heat inside Heart jumping up and down An empty head and a messed-up bed I'll be floating just above the ground Great big love Sweeping across the sky Seen a lot of things in the world outside Some bad but some good stuff too Felt the touch of love in the works of God And now and then in what people do Never had a lot of faith in human beings But sometimes we manage to shine Like a light on a hill beaming out to space From somewhere hard to find Great big love Sweeping across the sky I ride and I shoot and I play guitar And I like my life just fine If you try to take one of these things from me Then you're no friend of mine Got a woman I love and she loves me And we live on a piece of land I never know quite how to measure these things But I guess I'm a happy man Great big love Sweeping across the sky |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Song swaying in the air
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
Good day to you
Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Good day to you Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman May your boots always fit Someday you'll find a song you can believe Good morning good people The sun is long sailing The only clouds you see Are carried within Soon they'll be blown all away Wind's gonna rise and blow those clouds away Wind's gonna rise and blow your blues away Your sun's gonna shine in my back door some day ... |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
He came from the mountain
To walk among the wounded They couldn't see him But the snow did melt whenever he passed by He came behind winter His face was like the sun They wouldn't see it But he sang on the bank and made the waters run In his world we wait In his hands our fate Keep on climbing We shall see his gate In good time He came to the lowlands He said we must have faces So we could see like him Before our wings would ever come to fly In his world we wait In his hands our fate Keep on climbing We shall see his gate In good time |
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
High winds
White sky Wild birds do glide Tattered smoke fades Embers in the pipe Move like Life beginning High winds Pyramids Glittering ring Blood of the king Daughter of the stars You are Life beginning The wind's travellers' tales tease the tops of the trees the ships have all sailed to the mouth of the sea... High winds Wheel turns The spider spins Hands draw us in River-scented skin Moves in Life beginning Falsehood lies panting like a fish in the palm... |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Christmas (1993)
I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning
And who do you think was in them then? On Christmas day, on Christmas day And who do you think was in them then But Joseph and his lady He did whistle and she did sing On Christmas day, on Christmas day He did whistle and she did sing On Christmas day in the morning And all the bells on earth did ring On Christmas day, on Christmas day And all the bells on earth did ring On Christmas day in the morning And all the angels in heaven did sing On Christmas day, on Christmas day And all the angels in heaven did sing On Christmas day in the morning I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ANDERSON, LEROY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
I'm gonna fly someday
I'm gonna fly someday If I keep ready and watch and pray I'm gonna fly someday |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
Rain forest
Mist and mystery Teeming green Green brain facing labotomy Climate control centre for the world Ancient cord of coexistence Hacked by parasitic greedhead scam - From Sarawak to Amazonas Costa Rica to mangy B.C. hills - Cortege rhythm of falling timber. What kind of currency grows in these new deserts, These brand new flood plains? If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear? If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear? Anybody hear the forest fall? Cut and move on Cut and move on Take out trees Take out wildlife at a rate of species every single day Take out people who've lived with this for 100,000 years - Inject a billion burgers worth of beef - Grain eaters - methane dispensers. Through thinning ozone, Waves fall on wrinkled earth - Gravity, light, ancient refuse of stars, Speak of a drowning - But this, this is something other. Busy monster eats dark holes in the spirit world Where wild things have to go To disappear Forever If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear? If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear? Anybody hear the forest fall? |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
Here comes the helicopter second time today Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away How many kids they've murdered only God can say If I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody pay
I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate If I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliate On the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand wait To fall down from starvation or some less humane fate Cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate If I had a rocket launcher...I would not hesitate I want to raise every voice at least I've got to try Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes. Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry If I had a rocket launcher...Some son of a bitch would die |
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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
And the lights lie tumbled out like gems
The moon is nothing but a toothless grin Floating out on the evening wind The smell of sweat and lube oil pervades the night And the rush of life in flight at the speed of light A million footsteps whispering A guitar sounds -- some voices sing Smoke on the breeze -- eyes that sting Far in the east a yellow cloud bank climbs Stretching away to be part of tomorrow's time Earthbound while everything expands So many grains of sand Slipping from hand to hand Catching the light and falling into dark The world fades out like an overheard remark In the falling dark Light pours from a million radiant lives Off of kids and dogs and the hard-shelled husbands and wives All that glory shining around and we're all caught taking a dive And all the beasts of the hills around shout, "such a waste! Don't you know that from the first to the last we're all one in the gift of grace!" |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
Out in the desert where the wind never stops
A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before the Romans thought of Rome A few dozen survivors, ragged but proud With a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloud It's never been easy, or free from strife But the pulse of the land is the pulse of their life You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughter It's kickbacks and thugs and diverted water Treaties get signed and the papers change hands But they might as well draft these agreements in sand Noble Savage on the cinema screen An Indian's good when he cannot be seen And the so-called white so-called race Digs for itself a pit of disgrace You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Salt, Sun And Time (1995)
Heard the rooster crowing
Couldn't see no dawn But I know it won't be long To keep the fire burning Ain't no easy game But we'll do it just the same I'm going to the northland Where the weather keeps you real Till this devil's law is repealed And I know it won't be long |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
Go tell the sergeant-major
To get that thing repaired They're losing their pawns in Asia There's slaughter in every square Oh -- It's going down slow It's going down slow Go get the fire department To bring that hose along And them and the schoolboy bandits Can water each other's lawn Oh -- It's going down slow It's going down slow Everybody seems to be leaving Better say your travelling prayers It don't matter how you get it It's where do you go from there Oh -- It's going down slow It's going down slow It's going down slow It's going down slow God, damn the hands of glory That hold the bloody firebrand high Close the book and end the story Of how so many men have died Let the world retain in memory That mighty tongues tell mighty lies And if mankind must have an enemy Let it be his warlike pride Let it be his warlike pride |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Distant times in distant lands
Worthless money changing hands 'Changing them to what?' -- I wonder As in the dust the jet plane thunders Carries every feeling into gloom I miss you like I miss the flowers in bloom There's a crisis in the outer world In the sky the smoke trails curl Some Winnipeg boys are Cyprus-bound I hope they live to touch home ground I hope we live to touch, if just once more I need you like the river needs the shore In life so delicate and strange Understanding seldom comes in range We stumble through familiar scenes Never thinking what it means, In this cluttered landscape to be loved I need you like I need the stars above |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Make me a bed of fond memories
Make me to lie down with a smile Everything that rises afterward falls But all that dies has first to live. As longing becomes love As night turns to day Everything changes Joy will find a way |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Bruce Cockburn (1995)
When thoughts rush by
And your signals seem to fly Keep it open Keep it open And help me keep mine open too Some will lie behind But we needn't be unkind Keep it open Keep it open And help me keep mine open too Sun stoned in the east In our eyes let there be peace Keep it open Keep it open And help me keep mine open too ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BRUCE COCKBURN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Stanley, Son of Theodore: Yet Another Alternative Music Sampler (1996)
And the President said to Kit Carson: "Take my best four horsemen please And ride out to the four directions, Make my great lands barren for me" Kit Carson said to the President "You've made your offer sweet I'll accept this task you've set for me My fall's not yet complete" Kit Carson knew he had a job to do Like other jobs he had before He'd made the grade He learned to trade in famine, pestilence, and war Kit Carson was a hero to some With his poison and his flame But somewhere there's a restless ghost That used to bear his name |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
And the President said to Kit Carson: "Take my best four horsemen please And ride out to the four directions, Make my great lands barren for me" Kit Carson said to the President "You've made your offer sweet I'll accept this task you've set for me My fall's not yet complete" Kit Carson knew he had a job to do Like other jobs he had before He'd made the grade He learned to trade in famine, pestilence, and war Kit Carson was a hero to some With his poison and his flame But somewhere there's a restless ghost That used to bear his name |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
The crescent moon is rising slow
Swiftly blades in ice do grow On the branches star-bleached snow Waits while time is passing Outside the door the dancer whirls Chiming bells and shining curls Flying footsteps in the snow Rhyme the rhythm of ruin Beside the wall the beggars call "Man have mercy on us all" The night-bound choir inside chants on -- A hymn to brick and pistols You can stumble, you can fall Or you can make the nations crawl But when death comes in to call He don't care about it Oh, Satan take thy cup away For i'll not drink your wine today I'll reach for the chalice of light That stands on Jesus' table |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
I'm sipping Flor De Cana* and lime juice, it's three a.m.
Blow a fruit fly off the rim of my glass The radio's playing Superchunk and the friends of Dean Martinez Midnight it was bike tires whacking the pot holes Milling humans' shivering energy glow Fusing the space between them with bar-throb bass and laughter If this were the last night of the world What would I do? What would I do that was different Unless it was champagne with you? I learned as a child not to trust in my body I've carried that burden through my life But there's a day when we all have to be pried loose If this were the last night of the world What would I do? What would I do that was different Unless it was champagne with you? I've seen the flame of hope among the hopeless And that was truly the biggest heartbreak of all That was the straw that broke me open If this were the last night of the world What would I do? What would I do that was different Unless it was champagne with you? |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Christmas (1993)
Les anges dans nos campagnes
Ont entonne l'hymne des cieux Et l'echo de nos montagnes Redit ce chant melodieux Gloria in excelsis Deo! Bergers, pour qui cette fete Quel-est l'objet de tous ces chants? Quel vainqueur, quelle conquete Merite ces cris triomphants? Gloria in excelsis Deo! Ils annoncent la naissance Du Liberateur d'Israel, Et, pleins de reconnaissance, Chantent en ce jour solennel: Gloria in excelsis Deo! Translation: Angels in our midst Have intoned the anthem of the heavens And this melodious song Echoes from our mountains. Gloria in excelsis Deo! Shepherds, for whom are these songs, What is this celebration for? Which conqueror, what conquest Deserves these triumphant cries? Gloria in excelsis Deo! They announce the birth Of Israel's liberator And, full of gratitude, This solemn day they sing: Glory To God in the Highest (Gloria in excelsis Deo!) |
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
My canoe lies on the water
Evening holds the bones of day The sun like gold dust slips away One by one antique stars Herald the arrival of Their pale protectress moon Ragged branches vibrate Strummed by winds from o'er the hill Singing tales of ancient days Far and silent lightning Stirs the cauldron of the sky I turn my bow towards the shore As we grow out of stones On and on and on So we'll all go to bones On and on for many a year But let us go laughing -- O Let us go And may the holy hermit's staff On and on and on Guide you to the shortest path On and on for many a year And let us go laughing -- O Let us go Let us go laughing -- O Let us go |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now (2007)
Bruce Cockburn
Life Short Call Now Billboards promise paradise And tattoos "done while you wait" Possible futures all laid out On the sweeping curve of the interstate Got no city, got no land Got no lover, got no wife How many ways to say goodbye Can one man fit in a nomad life? Life short-call now Lone car waves, then it wanes Leaves only voices in the hall And in the room next door to mine The bed is banging on the wall You've no idea how I long For even one loving caress For you to step into my heart Without deception or duress Life short-call now |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
Waves can't break without rocks that dissolve into sand
We can't dance without seasons upon which to stand Eden is a state of rhythm like the sea Is a timeless change Turn your eyes to the world where we all sit and dream Busy dreaming ourselves and each other into being Dreaming is a state of death, can't you see? We must live through who we are If we can sing with the wind song Chant with thunder Play upon the lightning Melodies of wonder Into wonder life will open We are children of the river we have named "existence" Undercurrent and surface pass in the same tense Nothing is confined except what's in your mind Every footstep must be true If we can sing with the wind song Chant with thunder Play upon the lightning Melodies of wonder Into wonder life will open |
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
She is passing in a warm breeze
Bars of light that cross the floor One smoke-gray, curled, tiny feather Skips aside By her middle hang the keys Made to open any door Even the one that lets in the cold wind From outside She lives in a house of colour Guarded by cats three in number And one great dog of gentle manner In among the trees Silence Carries No apprehension here In the warm sun By the window sill I can just sit still And watch her go by... Queen of field and forest pathway Understands the speech of stones She weaves peace upon her loom Life's mistress |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
It's not the laughter of rain in the drain It's not the laughter of a man in pain It's not the laughter you can hide behind It's not the laughter of a frightened mind Balanced on the brink only waiting for a shove You better listen for the laugh of love
It's not the laughter of the gloating rich It's not the laughter of the sacred bitch It's not the laughter of the macho fool It's not the laughter that obeys the rules More of a chain saw in a velvet glove You better listen for the laugh of love >It's not the laughter of a child with toys It's not the laughter of the president's boys It's not the laughter of the media king This laughter doesn't sell you anything It's the wind in the wings of a diving dove You better listen for the laugh of love Whatever else you might be thinking of You better listen for the laugh of love |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
It's not the laughter of rain in the drain It's not the laughter of a man in pain It's not the laughter you can hide behind It's not the laughter of a frightened mind Balanced on the brink only waiting for a shove You better listen for the laugh of love
It's not the laughter of the gloating rich It's not the laughter of the sacred bitch It's not the laughter of the macho fool It's not the laughter that obeys the rules More of a chain saw in a velvet glove You better listen for the laugh of love >It's not the laughter of a child with toys It's not the laughter of the president's boys It's not the laughter of the media king This laughter doesn't sell you anything It's the wind in the wings of a diving dove You better listen for the laugh of love Whatever else you might be thinking of You better listen for the laugh of love |
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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
Little seahorse
Swimming in a primal sea Heartbeat like a Leaf quaking in the breeze I feel magic as coyote In the middle of the moon-wild night In the forge-fire time Your mother glowed so bright You were like a Voice calling in the night And I'm watching the curtain Rising on a whole new set of dreams The world is waiting Like a Lake Superior gale A locomotive Racing along the rail. It'll sweep you away But you know that you're never alone Little seahorse Floating on a primal tide Quickening like a Spark in a haystack side I already love you And I don't even know who you are |
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from Bruce Cockburn - The Charity Of Night (1998)
See you standing in the door against the dark
Fireflies around you like a crown of sparks You blow me a kiss that blurs my vision Blurs the human condition You're the ocean ringing in my brain You are my island ripe with cane Catch the scent of strange flowers when you pass Fluid motion like the wind in grass It's your eyes I want to see Looking into mine Got you live on my mind All the time Light me like incense in the night Light me like a candle burning bright Light me like a searchlight in the sky Time means nothing when I look in your eyes It's your eyes I want to see Looking into mine Got you live on my mind All the time It's your eyes I want to see Looking into mine Got you live on my mind All the time |
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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
Lord of the starfields
Ancient of Days Universe Maker Here's a song in your praise Wings of the storm cloud Beginning and end You make my heart leap Like a banner in the wind O love that fires the sun Keep me burning. Lord of the starfields Sower of life, Heaven and earth are Full of your light Voice of the nova Smile of the dew All of our yearning Only comes home to you O love that fires the sun keep me burning |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
Some people get to make the news
Some people get to say what's true Everybody's got to find their own way through But if you love love, then love loves you too Some people get to fly by night Some people get to shine a light Everybody's got to find their own way through But if you love love, then love loves you too But if you love love, then love loves you too Some of us hunger for the finer things Some lust for power like the ancient kings Some have to leave behind everything they thought they knew Some people don't know how much trouble they can brew Some take the burden of another's pain Some spend forever for a moment's gain Everybody's got to find their own way through But if you love love, then love loves you too But if you love love, then love loves you too |
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
In the place my wonder comes from
There I find you Your face shines in my sky In your heart where the world comes from There you will find me Your eyes dance in my mind Come with me We will sail on the wind We will sway among the yellow grass When you be beside me I am real Though my eyes be closed forever Still I would find you You shine across my time Come with me We will sail on the wind We will sway among the yellow grass When you be beside me I am real In the place my wonder comes from There I find you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by You never get to stop and open your eyes One day you're waiting for the sky to fall The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all When you're lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time
These fragile bodies of touch and taste This vibrant skin -- this hair like lace Spirits open to the thrust of grace Never a breath you can afford to waste When you're lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time When you're lovers in a dangerous time Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime -- But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight -- Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight When you're lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time And we're lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Christmas (1993)
Mary had a baby (My Lord)
Mary had a baby (Oh My Lord) Mary had a baby (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Where did she lay him (My Lord) Where did she lay him (Oh My Lord) Where did she lay him (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Laid him in a manger (My Lord) Laid him in a manger (Oh My Lord) Laid him in a manger (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone What did she name him? (My Lord) What did she name him? (Oh My Lord) What did she name him? (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Named him King Jesus (My Lord) Named him King Jesus (Oh My Lord) Named him King Jesus (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Who heard the singing? (My Lord) Who heard the singing? (Oh My Lord) Who heard the singing? (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Shepherds heard the singing (My Lord) Shepherds heard the singing (Oh My Lord) Shepherds heard the singing (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Star keeps shining (My Lord) Star keeps shining (Oh My Lord) Star keeps shining (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Moving in the elements (My Lord) Moving in the elements (Oh My Lord) Moving in the elements (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Jesus went to Egypt (My Lord) Jesus went to Egypt (Oh My Lord) Jesus went to Egypt (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Traveled on a donkey (My Lord) Traveled on a donkey (Oh My Lord) Traveled on a donkey (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone Angels went around him (My Lord) Angels went around him (Oh My Lord) Angels went around him (My Lord) The people keep coming but the train has gone |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Maybe the poet is gay
But he'll be heard anyway Maybe the poet is drugged But he won't stay under the rug Maybe the voice of the spirit In which case you'd better hear it Maybe he's a woman Who can touch you where you're human Male female slave or free Peaceful or disorderly Maybe you and he will not agree But you need him to show you new ways to see Don't let the system fool you All it wants to do is rule you Pay attention to the poet You need him and you know it Put him up against the wall Shoot him up with pentothal Shoot him up with lead You won't call back what's been said Put him in the ground But one day you'll look around There'll be a face you don't know Voicing thoughts you've heard before Male female slave or free Peaceful or disorderly Maybe you and he will not agree But you need him to show you new ways to see Don't let the system fool you All it wants to do is rule you Pay attention to the poet You need him and you know it |
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from Bruce Cockburn - You`Ve Never (2005)
In a horse-powered sleigh at the top of the town
Sun coming up paints the snow all around with rose light In front of the house where I'm supposed to be born I don't think I'm ready to walk through that door just yet To be one more voice in the human choir Rising like smoke from the mystical fire of the heart The wind that blows through everything Sweeps out the halls of my heart when I sing to you It carries the moon and the stars and the rain Carries the seagulls and carries my shame away Spins me around, stops me running away From all the things I've been waiting to say But don't Here Is bigger than you can imagine Now Is forever Sun coming up paints the snow all around Rose on the roofs and the trees and the ground And the stream In my dream Messenger wind swooping out of the sky Lights each tiny speck in my human kaleidoscope With hope |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
Used to have a town but the factory moved away
Down to Mexico where they work for hardly any pay Used to have a country but they sold it down the river Like a repossessed farm auctioned off to the highest bidder Mighty trucks of midnight Moving on Moving on Wave a flag, wave the bible, wave your sex or your business degree Whatever you want but don't wave that thing at me The tide of love can leave your prizes scattered But when you get to the bottom it's the only thing that matters Mighty trucks of midnight Moving on Moving on I believe it's a sin to try and make things last forever Everything that exists in time runs out of time some day Got to let go of the things that keep you tethered Take your place with grace and then be on your way |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
Up above my shoulder the ragged rooftops rise
Casting shadows over streets they seem to despise Come on, come on, wind and rain I know the sun will shine again Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane I went down to the dead lake shore to see what I could see Along the breeze came, away my cap went, my head it was set free Come on, come on, wind and rain I know the sun will shine again Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane And I hear a far away tune come drifting through the gray It clears a path before my feet, it makes my fingers play Come on, come on, wind and rain I know the sun will shine again Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane Come on, come on, soot and storm I know the sun will break your arm Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me warm |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now (2007)
You can't tell me there is no mystery
Mystery Mystery You can't tell me there is no mystery It's everywhere I turn Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright Snow lies bright Snow lies bright Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright Can set my heart to burn Stood before the shaman, I saw star-strewn space Star-strewn space Star-strewn space Stood before the shaman, I saw star strewn space Behind the eye holes in his face Infinity always gives me vertigo Vertigo Vertigo Infinity always gives me vertigo And fills me up with grace I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me You can't fix me You can't fix me I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me Even so I've done okay So grab that last bottle full of gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Grab that last bottle full of gasoline Light a toast to yesterday And don't tell me there is no mystery Mystery Mystery And don't tell me there is no mystery It overflows my cup This feast of beauty can intoxicate Intoxicate Intoxicate This feast of beauty can intoxicate Just like the finest wine So all you stumblers who believe love rules Believe love rules Believe love rules Come all you stumblers who believe love rules Stand up and let it shine Stand up and let it shine |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Salt, Sun And Time (1995)
Wind across the quay-side Grit in my eyes
and fish in my nose White as whalebone wheeling seagulls cry Outside the bar in the high street Blind fingers spin an accordion reel Shoes and sedan wheels grudgingly keeping time Fishing boat stretched out at low tide Dog and a black man work on the deck Bright as a bottle sunlight skips wave to wave Part of a map of somewhere Teases my foot like a haunting dream Never so free i'm lost in the seagulls' flight Never so free i'm lost in the seagulls' flight |
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