Texty písní Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn

You've Never Seen Everything

Nobodys making me say this

Im talking to you

Been traveling 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

Youve never seen everything

Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please!

Im 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 childs birthday party

Put 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

Youve 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 thugs on the golden chain which once led the golden calf

And were 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 ride