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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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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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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
I'm gonna fly someday
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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 - 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 - 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 - In The Falling Dark (1993)
High speed drift on a prairie road
Hot tires sing like a string being bowed Sudden town rears up then explodes Fragments resolve into white line code Whirl on silver wheels Black earth energy receptor fields Undulate under a grey cloud shield We outrun a river colour brick red mud That cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood Highway squeeze in construction steam Stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines Silver steel towers stalk rolling land Toward distant stacks that shout "Feed on demand" 100 miles later the sky has changed Urban anticipation -- we get 4 lanes Red orange furnace sphere notches down Throws up silhouette skyline in brown Sundogs flare on windshield glass Sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass Pass a man walking like the man in the moon Walking like his head's full of irish fiddle tunes The skin around every city looks the same Miles of flat neon spelling well-known names USED TRUCKS DIRTY DONUTS YOU YOU'RE THE ONE Fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun Radio speakers gargle top 40 trash Muzak soundtrack to slow collapse Planet engines pulsate in sidereal time If you listen close you can hear the whine |
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from Bruce Cockburn - In The Falling Dark (1993)
Vagabondage
La danse du paysage Et dans les nuages Le decoupage D'un tour billon avec des naufrages Vagabondage Toujours en route Nous sommes encore en route On joue du tambour On joue de la flute Comme l'eau qui bondit d'une chute Nous sommes en route Et bientot Dans le berceau Un autre petit tzigane Qui jouera du piano Pour les chemineaux Dans les bistros de la lune Saut perilleux Subitement il pleut De la lumiere partout Et puis tout a coup Nous sommes trois clowns fabuleux Faisant des sauts perilleux Nous cinglons Dans le wagon D'un train qui grandit sans cesse Comme l'univers: Haute dans les airs Une rose des veuts Pointe vers des nouvelles plages TRANSLATION: "Drifting" Drifting The dance of the landscape And in the clouds The cutout Of a whirlwind with shipwrecks Drifting Always on our way Again we're on our way Somebody plays the drum Somebody plays the flute Like water leaping from a waterfall We're on our way And soon In the cradle Another little gypsy Who will play the piano For the hobos In the bars on the moon Somersault Suddenly it's raining Light all over the place And then all at once We're three improbable clowns Doing somersaults We skim along In the coach Of a train that's perpetually expanding Like the universe: High in the air A compass-card Points toward new shores |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Song swaying in the air
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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 - 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 - Joy Will Find A Way (1993)
Orion's high in the south-west sky --
You're bound to move on and so am I On this world we've had time to burn -- how come nobody ever seems to learn? See how the starwheel turns. Crystal drift on the whistling wind -- Constant change is the space we're in You may use a slide rule or a golden crown But nothing's worth it that you can pin down -- See how the starwheel turns. Don't go playing no shell game with God -- Only Satan's going to give you odds We're given love and love must be returned -- That's all the bearings that you need to learn See how the starwheel turns. |
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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 - 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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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
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 - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
Hmmm -- every day
Flashes like a spray of blue jays Hmmm -- a golden crown upon each one Like an eagle seen against the sun |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine
Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine Over the mountain I can hear myself called I want to come running but my window's too small The cliffs are so high and I might fall What were you saying? -- oh, it's nothing at all Yes, the world's in convulsions and the weather is fine Buicks get bigger and five cents costs a dime I must get going, you know, there's not much time The road is waiting and I'm running out of rhyme Up on the hillside, see how the cross does shine |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Sunwheel Dance (1993)
When the sun falls
The bird of paradise Spreads his wings wide When the rain shines The earth sighs gratitude And spreads her hues bright You come to me Bringing the sun and rain Bringing my song |
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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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Christmas (1993)
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above While mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering love Oh morning stars together, proclaim thy holy birth. And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth. Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Christmas (1993)
Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant, so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night Holy night Shepherds quake at the sight Glories spring from heaven above Heavenly hosts sing Hallelua Christ the saviour is born Christ the saviour is born Silent night Holy night Son of god Love's pure light Radiant beams from thy holy face Bring the God of redeeming grace Jesus lord at thy birth Jesus lord at thy birth ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VAN DE PITTE, DAVID/MARCUS, WADE/GRUBER, FRANZ XAVER <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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from Bruce Cockburn - Salt, Sun And Time (1995)
Small windows Looking outward Show me a sequined sky Rubies shine in my glass of wine
Dusk breezes On oiled water Paint a pointillist facade It's ceaselessly shifting world -- Like today I'm far away I see your face behind each time-blurred pane Strings vibrate Music leaps out In a shimmering intrigue Words unsaid whirl away like dust From the sidewalk-sweeper's broom Across a fold in space you touch my hand |
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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 Bruce Cockburn - Bruce Cockburn (1995)
Drift along
Hear the gravel crackle Butterflies Shades of the eternal dancer God has buttered the land with sunlight Sunlight Corn grows high Like a tall watusi Katydid Hums a monotonous tune Rather hypnotically Hmmmmmm Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves Singing like me What a clever bird Even knows the words But he doesn't seem to see Me Making my great escape You can just take so much of your own advice Who needs a king Sitting in a tree So loquaciously Pigeonholing everything Pigeons have a way of taking wing Back again Purple thistles bristle All around Bane of the Eternal Dancer Hmmmmmm Home is just around the bend... The end ------------- 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - High Winds White Sky (1997)
Oh I have been a beggar
And shall be one again And few the ones with help to lend Within the world of men One day I walk in flowers one day I walk on stones Today I walk in hours One day I shall be home I have sat on the street corner And watched the bootheels shine And cried out glad and cried out sad With every voice but mine One day I walk in flowers one day I walk on stones Today I walk in hours One day I shall be home One day I shall be home |
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
I went up on the mountain side
To see what I could see To see what I could be On the shining mountain I watched the day go down in fire And sink in the valley And sink into the sea Drown in golden fire Fireflies danced in the forest night The trees began to sing The crags began to sing Above the black forest I went up on the mountain side To know what I did know To know whence I did know On the crowning mountain |
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from Bruce Cockburn - High Winds White Sky (1997)
You point to the sky
The sky Is reflected in your eyes And I Want to fly On a carpet of brown leaves We retrace the steps of change Construct a tapestry of what will come You point to the sea I see What seems to be so free Bound by Empty sky On a tower of gray earth Far above the spray-struck stone We climb toward the melting point of time Here we tumble down the path Comic beggars trading laughs For scraps from the tables of the wise |
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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 - The Charity Of Night (1998)
(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 - 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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Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing
That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them Prisoner only of the choices they have made Night Train... Night Train... Ice cube in a dark drink shines like starlight The moon is floating somewhere out at sea On an island in the blur of noise and color Alcatraz, St. Alina, Patmos and the Chateau D'if Night Train... Night Train... And everyone's an island edged with sand A temporary refuge where somebody else can stand Till the sea that binds us like the forced tie of a blood oath Will wear it down, dissolve it, recombine it Anyone can die here they do it every day It doesn't take much effort though it goes against the grain And the ultimate forgetfulness of violence Sweeps the landscape like a headlight of a train Night Train... Ice cube in a dark drink shines like starlight Starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair And the mind's eye tumbles out along the steel track Fixing every shadow with its stare Night Train... Night Train... And in the absence of a vision there are nightmares And in the absence of compassion there is cancer Whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets And the rhythm of the night train is a mantra |
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from Bruce Cockburn - The Charity Of Night (1998)
Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it's pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you live too long Days drip slowly on the page You catch yourself Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip's worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It's as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you'll wind up Pacing the cage Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can't see what's round the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend Today these eyes scan bleached-out land For the coming of the outbound stage. Pacing the cage. Pacing the cage. |
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from Bruce Cockburn - The Charity Of Night (1998)
Big city Europa - July of 64 - It's 5AM
Weather blowing bitter off the Baltic. Car slows beside him as he walks Hubcaps slow revolution Jaundiced-looking pockmarked face, round in window Short greasy black beard Couple of language stabs, settle on English "It's cold - I give you ride. Don't you want to kiss me?" This goes on halfway across the cobbled bridge Driver pulls ahead - gets out by the construction fence Ambles towards him rubbing the bulge in his pants In his jacket is the revolver The hand is already in the pocket for warmth and fingers slide easily around wood grips Slow as that predator's footsteps the gun comes out Arm straightens, sight blade bisecting yellow forehead Wind - blue metal streetlight - Faint twilight shining on the corners of stones. Wave on wave of life Like the great wide ocean's roll Haunting hands of memory Pluck silver strands of soul The damage and the dying done The clarity of light Gentle bows and glasses raised To the charity of night Slow revolution - 1985 - crosswise in a hammock in the hot volcanic hills Its 3AM the night after the air raid From the ridge she watched A37s, like ugly gulls, Make a dozen swooping passes over some luckless town Maybe ten kliks beyond the border In the distance the Pacific glimmered silver Now lascivious laughter floats on the darkness from the police post next door- Male voices - and a woman's - Little clouds of desire painted around the edges with rum In the muddy street a pig suddenly screams Wave on wave of life Like the great wide ocean's roll Haunting hands of memory Pluck silver strands of soul The damage and the dying done The clarity of light Gentle bows and glasses raised To the charity of night Pacific glimmers silver Moon full over shadow mansion West coast - Can't say when There is incense and the heat-driven scent of flowers Tongue slides over soft skin Love pounds in veins brains buzzing balls of lust Fingers twine in wet hair Limbs twist and roll On the dresser wax drips in slow motion down the long side of A black candle Ecstatic halo of flame and pheromone- Wave on wave of life Like the great wide ocean's roll Haunting hands of memory Pluck silver strands of soul The damage and the dying done The clarity of light Gentle bows and glasses raised To the charity of night |
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from Bruce Cockburn - The Charity Of Night (1998)
All day the mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away In my heart I hold your photograph And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains Hot breeze ran its fingers through the long grass of a thatched roof eave They stuck me in the only chair they had while they cooked cassava And a luckless hen They asked for one well three lanterns and 200 litres of fuel and I said, "Who, me?" And the time for planting's coming soon And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains In the town neon flickers in the ruins Seven crows swoop past the luscious moon If I had wings like those there'd be no waiting I'd come panting to your door and slide like smoke into your room All day the mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea It's quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away In my heart I hold your photograph And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains And the time for planting's coming soon And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains |
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from Bruce Cockburn - The Charity Of Night (1998)
They turned their backs
I made it too hard Every place they touched me Is a laceration now Sometimes a wind comes out of nowhere And knocks you off your feet And look, see my tears They fill the whole night sky The whole night sky Derailed and desperate How did I get here? Hanging from this high wire By the tatters of my faith Sometimes a wind comes out of nowhere And knocks you off your feet And look, see my tears They fill the whole night sky The whole night sky Sometimes a wind comes out of nowhere And knocks you sideways And look, see my tears They fill the whole night sky The whole night sky |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing
That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind them Prisoner only of the choices they have made Night Train... Night Train... Ice cube in a dark drink shines like starlight The moon is floating somewhere out at sea On an island in the blur of noise and color Alcatraz, St. Alina, Patmos and the Chateau D'if Night Train... Night Train... And everyone's an island edged with sand A temporary refuge where somebody else can stand Till the sea that binds us like the forced tie of a blood oath Will wear it down, dissolve it, recombine it Anyone can die here they do it every day It doesn't take much effort though it goes against the grain And the ultimate forgetfulness of violence Sweeps the landscape like a headlight of a train Night Train... Ice cube in a dark drink shines like starlight Starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair And the mind's eye tumbles out along the steel track Fixing every shadow with its stare Night Train... Night Train... And in the absence of a vision there are nightmares And in the absence of compassion there is cancer Whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets And the rhythm of the night train is a mantra |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it's pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you live too long Days drip slowly on the page You catch yourself Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip's worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It's as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you'll wind up Pacing the cage Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can't see what's round the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend Today these eyes scan bleached-out land For the coming of the outbound stage. Pacing the cage. Pacing the cage. |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
I was up all night, socializing
Trying to keep the latent depression from crystalizing Now the sun is lurking just behind the Scarborough horizon And you're not even here On the coldest night of the year. I took in Yonge Street at a glance Heard the punkers playing Watched the bikers dance Everybody wishing they could go to the south of France And you're not even here On the coldest night of the year. Hey look at me now See the shape I'm in It's taken me so long to catch on to what's going on Inside this skin When two lovers really love there's nothing there But this suddenly compact universe Skin and breath and hair I watched the all night TV show In the all night bar I drove all the people home I was the one with the car Now I'm sitting here alone and sleepless and wondering where you are And wishing you were here On the coldest night of the year |
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