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've lived too long.
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.
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Bruce Cockburn. Life Short Call Now. Billboards promise paradise. And tattoos "done while you wait". Possible futures all laid out. On the sweeping curve of the interstate.
I'm sipping Flor De Caña 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.
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". .
Sun went down looking like the eye of God. Behind icy mist and stark bare trees. Inside the dim empty cinema two guys in leather jackets. Glance at each other and shiver.
Ministers meet -- work on the movement of goods. Also work on the movement of capital. Also work on the movement of human beings. As if we were so many cattle.
She said she wanted me. I had to let her know. It was never meant to be. And she had to let it go. She was pissed and hurting but. What was I supposed to do?.
I love the pounding of hooves. I love engines that roar. I love the wild music of waves on the shore. And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars.
There's a knot in my gut. As I gaze out today. On the planes of the city. All polychrome grey. When the skin is peeled of it. What is there to say?. The beautiful creatures are going away.
Adeste fidelis. Laeti triumphantes. Venite, venite in Bethlehem. . Natum videte regem angelorum. Venite adoremus. Venite adoremus. Venite adoremus Dominum..
[ Nat ]. So many things to see in this old world but all I can see is you. [ Connie ]. In a crowded subway train walkiin' in the country rain you're there with me too.
Working and waiting in the hot sun. With all the rich saints, and the fallen ones. Working and waiting for the night to come. And the waiting for a. And the waiting for a.
Skylarking, skylarking. That's what youth do today. Skylarking, skylarking. Before they stand up firm on their feet. Get a likkle work, a likkle work.
I see a city on a hill. I see the only way to be filled. Mighty rushing wind around us. Holy Spirit burn within us. . Burn, burn, burn. Within us, within us.
[ Nat ]. So many things to see in this old world but all I can see is you. [ Connie ]. In a crowded subway train walkiin' in the country rain you're there with me too.
So we wait beside the desert. Nothing left to give away. Naked as the Hanged Man's secrets. Nothing left to do but pray. . You don't have to play the horses.
(Bruce Cockburn). . Chorus. 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.