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
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
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 Make my
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 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
Dance music from the corner bar Older dogs barking at a passing car And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold Hot night, streets are full of life Carnival
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
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
Bruce Cockburn Life Short Call Now Billboards promise paradise And tattoos "done while you wait" Possible futures all laid out On the sweeping curve
These shoes have walked some strange streets Stranger still to come Sometimes the prayers of strangers Are all that keeps them from Trying to stay
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
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
I'm sipping Flor De Caa* 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
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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
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
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
Vertimas: Cockburn, Bruce. Viskas Anytime Anywhere.
