Bruce Cockburn

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

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

Tried and tested Tried and tested By the cries of birds By the lies I've heard By my own loose talk By the way I walk By the claws of beasts By the laws of priests By the glutton's feast By the word police By the planet's arc By the falling dark By t

The village idiot takes the throne His the wind in which all must sway All sane people, die now Be lifted up and carried away Youve got no home in this world of sorrows' Theres a parasite feeding on Everybodys bag of rage What goes out returns again

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 ancie

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 S