Pinwheel of Death

Bruce Cockburn


SONGS

Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Rock, Pop, Folk

Recorded 1985

Lyrics PADDED WITH POWER
HERE THEY COME,
INTERNATIONAL LOAN SHARKS BACKED BY THE GUNS
OF MARKET HUNGRY
MILITARY PROFITEERS
WHOSE WORD IS A SWAMP
AND WHOSE BROW IS SMEARED
WITH THE BLOOD OF THE POOR.

WHO ROB LIFE OF ITS QUALITY,
WHO RENDER RAGE A NECESSITY
BY TURNING COUNTRIES
INTO LABOR CAMPS
MODERN SLAVERS IN DRAG
AS CHAMPIONS OF FREEDOM.

SINISTER CYNICAL INSTRUMENT
WHO MAKES THE GUN
INTO A SACRAMENT,
THE ONLY RESPONSE
TO THE DEIFICATION OF TYRANNY
BY SO CALLED DEVELOPED NATIONS'
IDOLATRY OF IDEOLOGY.

NORTH SOUTH EAST WEST,
KILL THE BEST
AND BUY THE REST,
IT'S JUST SPEND A BUCK
TO MAKE A BUCK,
YOU DON'T REALLY GIVE
A FLYING FUCK
ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN MISERY.

IMF DIRTY MF
TAKES AWAY EVERYTHING
IT CAN GET,
ALWAYS MAKING CERTAIN
THAT THERE'S ONE THING LEFT
KEEP THEM ON THE HOOK
WITH INSUPPORTABLE DEBT

SEE THE PAID OFF
LOCAL BOTTOM FEEDERS
PASSING THEMSELVES OFF
AS LEADERS,
KISS THE LADIES,
SHAKE HANDS WITH THE FELLOWS,
OPEN FOR BUSINESS
LIKE A CHEAP BORDELLO.

AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY.

SEE THE LOADED EYES
OF THE CHILDREN TOO,
TRYING TO MAKE THE BEST OF IT
THE WAY KIDS DO.
ONE DAY YOU'RE GOING TO RISE FROM YOUR HABITUAL FEAST
TO FIND YOURSELF STARING DOWN THE THROAT OF THE BEAST
THEY CALL THE REVOLUTION.

IMF DIRTY MF
TAKES AWAY EVERYTHING
IT CAN GET.
ALWAYS MAKING CERTAIN
THAT THERE'S ONE THING LEFT,
KEEP THEM ON THE HOOK
WITH INSUPPORTABLE DEBT.
Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Pop, Folk

Recorded 1984

Lyrics 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 LAUNCHER,
I'D MAKE SOMEBODY PAY.

I DON'T BELIEVE
IN GUARDED BORDERS
AND I DON'T BELIEVE IN HATE,
I DON'T BELIEVE IN GENERALS
OR THEIR STINKING
TORTURE STATES.
AND WHEN I TALK
WITH THE SURVIVORS
OF THINGS TOO SICKENING
TO RELATE,
IF I HAD A ROCKET LAUNCHER
I WOULD RETALIATE.

ON THE RIO LACANTUN
ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND WAIT
TO FALL DOWN FROM STARVATION OR SOME LESS HUMANE FATE.
CRY FOR GUATEMALA
WITH A CORPSE IN EVERY GATE,
IF I HAD A ROCKET LAUNCHER
I WOULD NOT HESITATE.

I WANT TO RAISE EVERY VOICE,
AT LEAST I'VE GOT TO TRY,
EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT,
WATER RISES TO MY EYES.
SITUATION DESPERATE,
ECHOES OF THE VICTIMS CRY,
IF I HAD A ROCKET LAUNCHER
SOME SON OF A BITCH
WOULD DIE.
Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Rock, Pop

Recorded 1984

Lyrics DON'T THE HOURS GROW SHORTER AS THE DAYS GO BY,
YOU NEVER GET TO STOP
AND OPEN YOUR EYES.
ONE DAY YOU'RE WAITING
FOR THE SKY TO FALL,
THE NEXT YOU'RE DAZZLED
BY THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL,
WHEN YOU'RE LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME,
LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME.

THESE FRAGILE BODIES
OF TOUCH AND TASTE,
THIS VIBRANT SKIN,
THIS HAIR LIKE LACE,
SPIRITS OPEN
TO THE THRUST OF GRACE,
NEVER A BREATH
YOU CAN AFFORD TO WASTE,
WHEN YOU'RE LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME,
LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME.

WHEN YOU'RE LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME,
SOMETIMES
YOU'RE MADE TO FEEL
AS IF YOUR LOVE'S A CRIME .
BUT NOTHING
WORTH HAVING
COMES WITHOUT
SOME KIND OF FIGHT.
GOT TO KICK
AT THE DARKNESS
TIL IT BLEEDS DAYLIGHT
WHEN YOU'RE LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME,
LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME,
AND WE'RE LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME,
LOVERS
IN A DANGEROUS TIME.
Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Pop, Folk

Recorded 1996

Lyrics 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 MANY TIMES,
THE MAGNETIC STRIP'S WORN THIN.
AND EACH TIME
I WAS SOMEONE ELSE
AND EVERY ONE WAS TAKEN IN.
POWERS CHATTER
IN HIGH PLACES
STIR UP EDDIES
IN THE DUST OF RAGE,
SET ME TO PACING THE CAGE.

I NEVER KNEW
WHAT YOU ALL WANTED,
SO I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING.
ALL THAT I COULD PILLAGE,
ALL THE SPELLS
THAT I COULD SING.
IT'S AS IF
THE THING WERE WRITTEN
IN THE CONSTITUTION
OF THE AGE,
SOONER OR LATER
YOU'LL WIND UP
PACING THE CAGE.

SOMETIMES
THE BEST MAP
WILL NOT GUIDE YOU,
YOU CAN'T SEE
WHAT'S ROUND THE BEND.
SOMETIMES THE ROAD LEADS THROUGH DARK PLACES,
SOMETIMES THE DARKNESS
IS YOUR FRIEND.
TODAY THESE EYES
SCAN BLEACHED OUT LAND,
FOR THE COMING
OF THE OUTBOUND STAGE
PACING THE CAGE,
PACING THE CAGE.
Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Rock, Country, Folk

Recorded 1987

Lyrics LOOK AT THEM WORKING
IN THE HOT SUN,
THE PILLORIED SAINTS
AND THE FALLEN ONES;
WORKING AND WAITING
FOR THE NIGHT TO COME
AND WAITING FOR A MIRACLE.
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
IS A PLACE THAT'S COOL,
WHERE PEACE AND BALANCE
ARE THE RULE;
WORKING TOWARD A FUTURE
LIKE SOME KIND
OF MYSTIC JEWEL
AND WAITING FOR A MIRACLE.

YOU RUB YOUR PALM
ON THE GRIMY PANE
IN THE HOPE
THAT YOU CAN SEE.
YOU STAND UP PROUD,
YOU PRETEND YOU'RE STRONG,
IN THE HOPE
THAT YOU CAN BE
LIKE THE ONES
WHO'VE CRIED,
LIKE THE ONES
WHO'VE DIED,
TRYING
TO SET THE ANGEL
IN US FREE
WHILE
THEY'RE WAITING FOR A MIRACLE.

STRUGGLE FOR A DOLLAR,
SCUFFLE FOR A DIME,
STEP OUT FROM THE PAST
AND TRY
TO HOLD THE LINE.
SO HOW COME
HISTORY
TAKES SUCH A LONG,
LONG TIME;
WHEN
YOU'RE WAITING FOR A MIRACLE.
Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Pop, Folk

Recorded 1979

Lyrics SUN'S UP,
UH HUH,
LOOKS OKAY,
THE WORLD SURVIVES
INTO ANOTHER DAY.
AND I'M THINKING
ABOUT ETERNITY
SOME KIND OF ECSTASY
GOT A HOLD ON ME.

I HAD ANOTHER DREAM
ABOUT LIONS AT THE DOOR,
THEY WEREN'T
HALF AS FRIGHTENING
AS THEY WERE BEFORE.
BUT I'M THINKING
ABOUT ETERNITY
SOME KIND OF ECSTASY
GOT A HOLD ON ME.

WALLS,
WINDOWS,
TREES,
WAVES COMING THROUGH,
YOU BE IN ME
AND I'LL BE IN YOU,
TOGETHER IN ETERNITY
SOME KIND OF ECSTASY
GOT A HOLD ON ME.

UP AMONG THE FIRS
WHERE IT SMELLS SO SWEET,
OR DOWN IN THE VALLEY
WHERE THE RIVER
USED TO BE,
I GOT MY MIND
ON ETERNITY
SOME KIND OF ECSTASY
GOT A HOLD ON ME.

AND I'M WONDERING
WHERE THE LIONS ARE,
I'M WONDERING
WHERE THE LIONS ARE.

HUGE ORANGE FLYING BOAT
RISES OFF A LAKE,
THOUSAND YEAR OLD
PETROGLYPHS
DOING A DOUBLE TAKE.
POINTING A FINGER
AT ETERNITY
I'M SITTING
IN THE MIDDLE
OF THIS ECSTASY.

YOUNG MEN,
MARCHING HELMETS,
SHINING IN THE SUN,
POLISHED AS PRECISE
LIKE THE BRAIN
BEHIND THE GUN.
SHOULD BE
THEY GOT ME THINKING
ABOUT ETERNITY
SOME KIND OF ECSTASY
GOT A HOLD ON ME.

AND I'M WONDERING
WHERE THE LIONS ARE,
I'M WONDERING
WHERE THE LIONS ARE.

FREIGHTERS ON THE NOD,
ON THE SURFACE
OF THE BAY,
ONE OF THESE DAYS
WE'RE GOING
TO SAIL AWAY.
GOING TO SAIL
INTO ETERNITY
SOME KIND OF ECSTASY
GOT A HOLD ON ME.

AND I'M WONDERING
WHERE THE LIONS ARE,
I'M WONDERING
WHERE THE LIONS ARE.