Bruce Cockburn lyrics
Bruce Cockburn lyrics
"Dust And Diesel 524 Lyrics"
Get It Crunk Lyrics
[Chorus x2] Down South we like to Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! Get Drunk as a skunk and Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! Every Man and Woman Get it C
[Chorus x2] Down South we like to Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! Get Drunk as a skunk and Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! Every Man and Woman Get it C
battered buses jammed up to the roof
dust and diesel the prevailing themes.
farmer sleeping on the truck in front,
feet trailing over like he's trolling for dreams.
smiling girl directing traffic flow
.45 strapped over cotton print dress.
marimba-brown and graceful limbs
give me a moment of loneliness
dust and diesel
rise li
On Your Face Lyrics
Ain't it funny that the way you feel, shows on your face- and no matter,how you try to hide it'll state your case- Now a frown will bring your Sprits down to the ground
ke incense from the road --
smoke of offering
for the revolution morning
headlights pick out fallen sack of corn
one lone tarantula standing guard.
we pull up and stop and she ambles off --
discretion much the better part of cars.
rodrigo the government driver jumps out --
he's got chickens who can use the feed.
we sweep the asphalt o
fill up his trunk with dusty yellow seeds.
dust and diesel
rise like incense from the road --
smoke of offering
for the revolution morning
guitars and rifles in blue moonlight
soldiers stretched out on sparkling grass.
engine broke down -- they took us in --
now we make music for the time to pass.
hope the fragile bloom they've grown will last.
pride and passion and love and fear --
burning hearts burning boats of the past.
dust and diesel
rise like incense from the road --
smoke of offering
for the revolution morning
(INTERAMERICAN HIGHWAY -- NICAARAGUA MARCH 1983
Ain't it funny that the way you feel, shows on your face- and no matter,how you try to hide it'll state your case- Now a frown will bring your Sprits down to the ground
ke incense from the road --
smoke of offering
for the revolution morning
headlights pick out fallen sack of corn
one lone tarantula standing guard.
we pull up and stop and she ambles off --
discretion much the better part of cars.
rodrigo the government driver jumps out --
he's got chickens who can use the feed.
we sweep the asphalt o
The Funeral Party Lyrics
Two pale figures Two pale figures Ache in silence Ache in silence Timeless Timeless In the quiet ground In the quiet ground Side by side<
our hands and knees --Two pale figures Two pale figures Ache in silence Ache in silence Timeless Timeless In the quiet ground In the quiet ground Side by side<
fill up his trunk with dusty yellow seeds.
dust and diesel
rise like incense from the road --
smoke of offering
for the revolution morning
guitars and rifles in blue moonlight
soldiers stretched out on sparkling grass.
engine broke down -- they took us in --
now we make music for the time to pass.
Jump, Jive, and Wail Lyrics
Baby baby it looks like its gonna hail Baby baby it looks like its gonna hail You better come inside and lemme teach ya how to jive and wail Oh, you gotta Jump n' J
tired men and women raise their voice to the night --Baby baby it looks like its gonna hail Baby baby it looks like its gonna hail You better come inside and lemme teach ya how to jive and wail Oh, you gotta Jump n' J
hope the fragile bloom they've grown will last.
pride and passion and love and fear --
burning hearts burning boats of the past.
dust and diesel
rise like incense from the road --
smoke of offering
for the revolution morning
(INTERAMERICAN HIGHWAY -- NICAARAGUA MARCH 1983