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from Bruce Cockburn - You`Ve Never (2005)
Nobody's making me say this
I'm talking to you Been travelþing 17 hours Irradiated by signals, by images of viruses, of virtues like everyone Like exiled angels we swing out of the clouds Above night city- Fields of light broken by the curve of dark waterways On the other side of the world an unhappy teenage girl sets fire to herself, her house, her neighbourhood and some that dwell therein Sorry simulacrum of sad dawn You've never seen everything Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please! I'm trying to balance on a sloping bed in Naples or is it Skopje? I forget Through the thin hotel wall a man groans in his dreams And on the other side of the world the drug squad busts a child's birthday party Puts bullets in the family dog and the blood goes all over the baby And the Mounties are strip-searching schoolgirls because they can And a car crashes and burns on an offramp from the Gardiner Two dogs in the back seat die, and in the front a man and his mother Forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest - Pitchfork! And that the same or a similar instrument has been screwed to the dash to make sure the driver goes too You've never seen everything I see: A leader of the people with a ring in his nose And the leaders of business tell him which way to go With tugs on the golden chain which once led the golden calf And we're supposed to be impressed with their success But my mind goes blank before the unbelievable indifference shown life spirit the future anything green anything just Bad pressure coming down Tears - what we really traffic in ride the ribbon of shadow Never feel the light falling all around Years ago when my brother was in India A small town baker got a bright idea He cut his flour with pesticide and sent a bunch of neighbours on their longest journey He was just being cheap -trying to make a profit Didn't even have shareholders to answer to But it's worth remembering, as we sell off the forest gene-splice the world's food into an instrument of control maim and destroy as acts of theatre, what came next - That when the survivors looked around and understood what had been done they butchered that baker Snow swirls in the parking lot light like flour like pesticide There's a trade war brewing - or at least that's the face they paint on it But it's only more transnational manipulation It's all bad magic and gangrene politics Hormone disruptors and carcinogenetics Greed twists eternal in the human breast But the market has no brain It doesn't love it's not God All it knows is the price of lunch Here I sit Staring at my own shadow Feeling my blood move Trying not to have a drink Trying to find somewhere to put the rage I'm carrying Bad pressure coming down Tears - what we really traffic in ride the ribbon of shadow Never feel the light falling all around Never feel the light falling all around You've never seen everything |
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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 - Live [live] (2002)
Stand on a bridge before the cavern of night
Darkness alive with possibility Nose to this wind full of twinkling lights Trying to catch the scent of what's coming to be (in this...) World of wonders... Somewhere a saxophone slides through changes Like a wet pipe dripping down my neck Gives me a chill -- sounds like danger But I can't stop moving till I cross this sector (of this...) World of wonders... There's a rainbow shining in a bead of spittle Falling diamonds in rattling rain Light flexed on moving muscle I stand here dazzled with my heart in flames (at this...) World of wonders... Moment of peace like brief arctic bloom Red/gold ripple of the sun going down Line of black hills makes my bed Sky full of love pulled over my head World of wonders... |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
Sun's up, uuh huh, looks okay
the world survives into another day and i'm thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me. I had another dream about lions at the door they weren't half as frightening as they were before but i'm thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me. Walls windows trees, waves coming through you be in me and i'll be in you together in eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Up among the firs where it smells so sweet or down in the valley where the river used to be i got my mind on eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are... i'm wondering where the lions are... Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake, thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take, pointing a finger at eternity i'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun, polished as precise like the brain behind the gun (should be!) they got me thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are... i'm wondering where the lions are... Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay One of these days we're going to sail away, going to sail into eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are... i'm wondering where the lions are... |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Sun's up, uuh huh, looks okay
the world survives into another day and i'm thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me. I had another dream about lions at the door they weren't half as frightening as they were before but i'm thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me. Walls windows trees, waves coming through you be in me and i'll be in you together in eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me Up among the firs where it smells so sweet or down in the valley where the river used to be i got my mind on eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are... i'm wondering where the lions are... Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake, thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take, pointing a finger at eternity i'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun, polished as precise like the brain behind the gun (should be!) they got me thinking about eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are... i'm wondering where the lions are... Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay One of these days we're going to sail away, going to sail into eternity some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me and i'm wondering where the lions are... i'm wondering where the lions are... |
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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 - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
Look at them working,
In the hot sun. The pilloried saints, And the fallen ones. Working and waiting, For the night to come. And waiting for a, And waiting for a, And waiting for a miracle. Somewhere out there, Is a place that's cool. Where peace, And balance are the rule. Working toward a future, Like some kind of mystic jewel. And waiting for a, And waiting for a, And waiting for a miracle You rub your palm, On the grimy pane, In the hope that you can see. (When you're waiting.) You stand up proud, You pretend you're strong, In the hope that you can be. (When you're waiting.) Like the ones who've cried, Like the ones who've died, Trying to set the angel in us free. While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a miracle Struggle for a dollar, Scuffle for a dime. Step out from the past, And try to hold the line. So how come history, Takes such a long, long time? When you're waiting for a, When you're waiting for a, When you're waiting for a miracle You rub your palm, On the grimy pane, In the hope that you can see. (When you're waiting.) You stand up proud, You pretend you're strong, In the hope that you can be. (When you're waiting.) Like the ones who've cried, Like the ones who've died, Trying to set the angel in us free. While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a miracle While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a miracle While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a, While they're waiting for a miracle |
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from Bruce Cockburn - You`Ve Never (2005)
Wild things are prowling - storm winds are howling tonight
Everything's transforming into pure crystals of light The heart is a mirror; it throws back the blaze of love Bathed in that glow it's no secret what I'm thinking of I want to wait no more Wait no more Wait no more Sipping wine with angels in this torch-lit tavern by the sea What does it take for what's locked up inside to be free? Fold me into you, you know where I'm dying to be When my ship sets sail on that ocean of deep mystery I want to wait no more Wait no more Wait no more What does it take for the heart to explode into stars? One day we'll wake to remember how lovely we are Lightning's a kiss that lands hot on the loins of the sky Something uncoils at the base of my spine and I cry I want to wait no more Wait no more Wait no more |
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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 - 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 - You`Ve Never (2005)
Picture on magazine boardroom pop star
Pinstripe prophet of peckerhead greed You say 'Trust me with the money -- the keys to the universe' Trickle down will give us everything we need Brand new century private penitentiary bank vault utopia padded for the few And it's tumours for the masses coughing for the masses Earphones for the masses and they all serve you Trickle down give /em the business Trickle down supposed to give us the goods Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood What used to pass for education now looks more like ignoration Take the people's money and slip it to the corporation Yellow rain golden shower pesticide firepower Summon feudal demons of sweatshop subjugation Workfare foul air homeless beggars everywhere Picturephone aristocrats lounge around the pool Captains of industry smiling beneficently Leaking hole supertanker ship of fools Trickle down give me the business Trickle down supposed to give us the goods Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood Take over takedown big bucks shakedown Schoolyard pusher offer anything-for-profit First got to privatize then you get to piratize Hooked on avarice- how do we get off it? Trickle down give me the business Trickle down supposed to give us the goods Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood Trickle down give me the business Trickle down supposed to give us the goods Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood Trickle down |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere (2002)
They're getting prepared to haul a car out of the river
Noise and smoke and concrete seem to be going on forever Grinding gears and drivers getting high on exhaust I'm thinking about the water down below and what got lost Pachinko jingle and space torpedo beams Comic book violence and escaping steam Grey suited business men pissing against the wall -- Cut to crumbling guardrail, slow motions car fall Oh Tokyo -- I never can sleep in your arms Mind keeps on ringing like a fire alarm Me and all these other dice bouncing around in the cup Did you have to show me that accident scene Didn't I get enough shaking up? Still I'm gonna miss you... Dragon of good fortune struggles with trickster fox Energy and patience and the power of the buck Tonight I'm flying headlong To meet the dark red edge of dawn I know somebody will be crying And somebody will be gone Oh Tokyo -- I never can sleep in your arms Mind keeps on ringing like a fire alarm Me and all these other dice bouncing around in the cup Did you have to show me that accident scene Didn't I get enough shaking up? Still I'm gonna miss you... |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Rising like lightspill from this sleeping town
Like the light in a lover's eyes Rising from the hearts of the sleepers all around All those dreamers trying to light the sky Burning -- all night long Burning -- at the gates of dawn Singing -- near and far Singing -- to raise the morning star Rising like lightning in the pregnant air It's electric -- I can feel its might I can feel it crackling in my nails and hair -- Makes me feel like i'm dancing on feet of light Burning -- all night long Burning -- at the gates of dawn Singing -- near and far Singing -- to raise the morning star Singing for the yellow and the brown and the black For the red and the white people, too Dovetailing strong points with the things we lack Singing for the people like me and you Burning -- all night long Burning -- at the gates of dawn Singing -- near and far Singing -- to raise the morning star |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now (2007)
Endless silver
Wave forms crash in Sea's too big to fit in my heart Nothings too big to fit in my heart Seas come, seas go Where they stood deserts flow Time's too big to fit in the brain Nothing's too big to fit in my heart Spacetime strings bend World without end God's too big to fit in a book Nothings too big to fit in my heart |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry And the kids that pass can scratch their heads And say "who was that guy?" Tie me at the crossroads when I die Looking outward see what you can see By the time you look at so |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu
Dodging crowded humans cows dogs rickshaws - Storefronts constellated pools of bluewhite Bright against darkening walls The butterfly sparkle in my lasered eye still seems To hold that last shot of red sun through haze over jumbled roofs Everything moves like slow fluid in this atmosphere Thick as dreams With sewage, incense, dust and fever and the smoke of brick kilns and cremations - Tom Kelly's bike rumbles down - we're going drinking on the Tibetan side of town. Beggar with withered legs sits sideways on skateboard, grinning There's a joke going on somewhere but we'll never know Those laughing kids with hungry eyes must be in on it too With their clinging memories of a culture crushed By Chinese greed Pretty young mother by the temple gate Covers her baby's face against diesel fumes That look of concern - you can see it still - Not yet masked by the hard lines of a woman's Struggle to survive Hard bargains going down When you're living on the Tibetan side of town. Big red Enfield Bullet lurches to a halt in the dust Last blast of engine leaves a ringing in the ears That fades into the rustle of bare feet and slapping sandals And the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets Muffled by monastery walls. Prayer flags crack like whips in the breeze Sending to the world - tonight the message blows east Dark door opens to warm yellow room and there Are these steaming jugs of hot millet beer and I'm sucked into the scene like this liquor up This bamboo straw Sweet tungba sliding down - drinking on the Tibetan side of town |
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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)
Strikes across the frontier and strikes for higher wage
Planet lurches to the right as ideologies engage Suddenly it's repression, moratorium on rights What did they think the politics of panic would invite? Person in the street shrugs -- "Security comes first" But the trouble with normal is it always gets worse But the trouble with normal is it always gets worse Callous men in business costume speak computerese Play pinball with the Third World trying to keep it on its knees Their single crop starvation plans put sugar in your tea And the local Third World's kept on reservations you don't see "It'll all go back to normal if we put our nation first" But the trouble with normal is it always gets worse But the trouble with normal is it always gets worse Fashionable fascism dominates the scene When ends don't meet it's easier to justify the means Tenants get the dregs and landlords get the cream As the grinding devolution of the democratic dream Brings us men in gas masks dancing while the shells burst The trouble with normal is it always gets worse |
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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 - 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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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 - 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 Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now (2007)
Tell the universe what you've done
Out in the desert with your smoking gun Looks like you've been having too much fun Tell the universe what you've done Tell the universe what you took While the heavens trembled and the mountains shook All those lives not worth a second look Tell the universe what you took You've been projecting your shit at the world Self-hatred tarted up as payback time You can self destruct-that's your right But keep it to yourself if you don't mind Tell the universe where you've been With your bloodstained shoes and your dunce's grin Got to identify next of kin Tell the universe where you've been |
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From Tierra del Fuego to Ungava Bay
The history of betrayal continues to today The spirit of Almighty Voice, the ghost of Anna Mae Call like thunder from the mountains -- you can hear them say It's a stolen land Apartheid in Arizona, slaughter in Brazil If bullets don't get good PR there's other ways to kill Kidnap all the children, put 'em in a foreign system Bring them up in no-man's land where no one really wants them It's a stolen land Stolen land -- but it's all we've got Stolen land -- and there's no going back Stolen land -- and we'll never forget Stolen land -- and we're not through yet In my mind I catch a picture -- big black raven in the sky Looking at the ocean -- sail reflected in black eye -- Sail as white as heroin, white like weathered bones -- Rum and guns and smallpox gonna change the face of home In this stolen land... If you're like me you'd like to think we've learned from our mistakes Enough to know we can't play god with others' lives at stake So now we've all discovered the world wasn't only made for whites What step are you gonna take to try and set things right In this stolen land Stolen land -- but it's all we've got Stolen land -- and there's no going back Stolen land -- and we'll never forget Stolen land -- and we're not through yet |
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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 - 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 - Dart To The Heart (2005)
When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day
Come snapping at your heels And there's so much coming at you That you don't know how to feel When they've taken all your money And then come back for your clothes When your hands are full of thorns But you can't quit groping for the rose In the southland of the heart Where night blooms perfume the breeze Lie down Take your rest with me When thoughts you've tried to leave behind Keep sniping from the dark When the fire burns inside you but You jump from every spark When your heart's beset by memories You wish you'd never made When the sun comes up an enemy And nothing gives you shade In the southland of the heart Where the saints go lazily Lie down Take your rest with me When the preacher lays his insight down And claims to lead the blind When those you trust just get you hooked And trifle with your mind When the nightmare's creeping closer And your wheels are in the mud When everything's ambiguous Except the taste of blood In the southland of the heart There's no question of degree Lie down Take your rest with me In the southland of the heart Everyone was always free Lie down Take your rest with me |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
I'm going to ask the question
Please answer if you can Is there anybody's children can tell me What is the soul of a man? (CHORUS:) Won't somebody tell me Answer if you can Won't somebody tell me Tell me what is the soul of a man? I've travelled different countries Travelled to the furthest lands Couldn't find nobody could tell me What is the soul of a man (Chorus) I saw a crowd stand talking I just came up in time Was teaching the lawyers and the doctors That a man ain't nothing but his mind (Chorus) I read the Bible often I try to read it right As far as I can understand It's nothing but a burning light (Chorus) When Christ taught in the temple The people all stood amazed Was teaching the lawyers and the doctors How to raise a man from the grave (Chorus) |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
All the days we've been together
All the days we've been apart Add up to a bunch of nothing If I'm not still in your heart I never want you to be Just a page in my history Someone I used to love Your voice breathed in my ear Or on the telephone All the tender things we've whispered To keep from feeling alone May they never come to be Just cold gems set in memory Of someone I used to love This current flows between us That will not be denied You draw me in towards you Like the moon pulls at the tide May no shadow ever fall That will make me have to call You someone I used to love |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
Somebody touched me
Making everything new Somebody touched me I didn't know what to do Burned through my life Like a bolt from the blue Somebody touched me I know it was you Somebody touched me Deep in my bones Turned a key in the hole There was somebody home Some would say that I'm dreaming But I swear that it's true Somebody touched me I know it was you Somebody touched me Like the rain on the wind Left me alone Feeling like I'd been skinned But I know you're with me Whatever I go through Somebody touched me I know it was you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now (2007)
L ron N ron every kind of ron con
Neocon old con got to put the brakes on Slow down fast Lights out veins plugged zap it with another drug Genejacker pharma thug say hello to superbug Slow down fast Shills and hawkers and rockers with walkers Bombs in the lockers and brain dead mockers Slow down fast One-eyed sun leering through the haze Hordes of loveless marching while the little drummer plays Nail in the coffin rats in the maze Dancing arm in arm towards the looming end of days Got to slow down Oil wars water wars tv propaganda whores Fire alarm met with snores no one gets what' gone before Slow down fast Flagwave hammer slave gonna be a close shave Stay brave jump the grave got to save what we can save Slow down fast Got to slow down fast Slow down fast CSIS won't you tell me what you've got on me? |
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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 - Live [live] (2002)
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 - 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 - 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 - Life Short Call Now (2007)
Met a mercenary once
Pushing lethal steel Wanted me to watch his back While he did his deal He must have been a loser Or he wouldn't have looked to me But I have to say, I liked the thought Of living that guilt-free Watching the way the women walk Makes me think of you And all my sins and all my stalkers Affect me that way too The pain on the horizon Can't sink me in sorrow 'Cause I know I'm going to be Seeing you tomorrow O--see you tomorrow See you tomorrow See you tomorrow Look at that big fat full moon Hanging in the night When I feel it calling me The shackles seem to bite These chains of flesh are sour and sweet But these we must explore, oh I know I'm going to feel complete When I see you tomorrow O--see you tomorrow See you tomorrow See you tomorrow |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city
All the people get strange but their faces look so pretty The walking graffiti, survivalist bums Even the secret police shout that you're the one See how I miss you Every psychopath gets his own magazine these days I just read about how I can kill in a hundred ways But I don't want to cause anybody pain I only want to hold you in my arms again See how I miss you I watch this woman in a tight sequined lizard dress -- Tosses her scarlet hair like a sly caress She got midnight voice like some beckoning saint She got something special but you she ain't See how I miss you |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart (2005)
I was half asleep in the washroom when they came in
Eyes like moonlight on barbed wire and veins showing under the skin The uniforms made me nervous, I got ready for the chase But they left me scanning these crowds for some sign of your face Something fell on Saskatchewan in 1885 Where is it now that we need it, in this century of jive? The axe falls as if through water -- never leaves a trace And I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face The world shot down love as a spy, once upon a time ago Now people stand around here, like crows in the snow Like the shadow of the rope on Louis Riel, they look so clean out of place And I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your faceThough storms may still kiss the grasslands with primal fire In the land of passive revolution, everything's for hire Are they demons, are they lemmings, or just the humans in this place? Lord, I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Live [live] (2002)
Above the dark town
After the sun's gone down Two vapour trails cross the sky Catching the day's last slow goodbye Black skyline looks rich as velvet Something is shining Like gold but better Rumours of glory Smiles mixed with curses The crowd disperses About whom no details are known Each one alone yet not alone Behind the pain/fear Etched on the faces Something is shining Like gold but better Rumours of glory You see the extremes Of what humans can be? In that distance some tension's born Energy surging like a storm You plunge your hand in And draw it back scorched Beneath it's shining like Gold but better Rumours of glory |
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from Bruce Cockburn - You`Ve Never (2005)
As I stare into the flames
filled up with feelings I can't name Images of life appear -- regret and anger, love and fear Dark things drift across the screen of mine behind whose veil are seen love's ferocious eyes, and clear the words come flying to my ear Go on -- put it in your heart -- Put it in your heart Terrible deeds done in the name of tunnel vision and fear of change surely are expressions of a soul that's turned its back on love All the sirens all the tongues The song of air in every lung Heaven's perfect alchemy put me with you and you with me Come on -- put that in your heart Come on, put it in your heart All the sirens all the tongues The song of air in every lung Heaven's perfect alchemy Put me with you and you with me Come on, put it in your heart Come on, put it in your heart |
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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 - 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 - You`Ve Never (2005)
I never live with balance
I always wake up nervous Light comes at me sideways I hold my breath forever I never live with balance Though I've always liked the notion I feel that endless hunger For energy and motion Open Open Open I never live with balance I wanna feel you near me There's an aching in my hipbone Wanna let my heart drop open It's daylight in the city There's thumping in the stairwell Kundalini sunrise A clamoring of church bells Open Open Open You like to let me worry But I don't take you for granted Come over here and kiss me I'm savoring your picture The street is filled with noises Life going up and down Light comes at you sideways Enfolds you like a gown Open Open Open Open Open Open |
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from Bruce Cockburn - Nothing But A Burning Ligpt (2003)
Guess I'd get along without you
If I had no choice It's taken me this long to find you Done a lot of getting ready for this Some things we learn so slow But look at you, you've got plenty behind you There's lots of ways to hit the ground Not many answers to be found We're faced with mysteries profound And this is one of the best ones There are eight million mysteries In the naked body Can't even sight on some distant horizon Like the nine billion names of God Don't bring you any closer To anyone you can simply set eyes on But in the same way it's as real Don't always recognize what I feel But of the dancing scenes that life reveals This is one of the best ones Say what you will There's no snake oil or pill Can make love less painful or fine There's no theatre Even of the absurd Can express what goes on in this meeting of hearts and minds Guess I'd get along without you If I had no choice But please never make it so I have to Paid a lot of dues to get here And after all this life I'm a loser if I don't live with you There's lots of ways to hit the ground Not many answers to be found We're faced with mysteries profound And this is one of the best ones |
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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 - 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 - The Charity Of Night (1998)
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)
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 - Live [live] (2002)
Breakfast woodsmoke on the breeze --
On the cliff the U.S. Embassy Frowns out over Managua like Dracula's tower. The kid who guards Fonseca's tomb Cradles a beat-up submachine gun -- At age fifteen he's a veteran of four years of war Proud to pay his dues He knows who turns the screws Baby face and old man's eyes Blue lagoon and flowering trees -- Bullet-packed masaya streets Full of the ghosts of the heroes of Monimbo Women of the town laundry Work and gossip and laugh at me -- They don't believe I'll ever send them the pictures I took. For every scar on a wall There's a hole in someone's heart Where a loved one's memory lives In the flash of this moment You're the best of what we are -- Don't let them stop you now Nicaragua Sandino in his tom mix hat Gazes from billboards and coins "Sandino vive en la lucha por la paz" Sandino of the shining dream Who stood up to the U.S. marines -- Now Washington panics at U2 shots of "Cuban-style" latrines In the flash of this moment You're the best of what we are -- Don't let them stop you now Nicaragua |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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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