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@ALBUM: stealing.fire
Author: Bruce Cockburn
Album title: Stealing Fire (1984)
@SONG: Lovers In a Dangerous Time

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

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

Toronto September 1983


@SONG: Maybe The Poet

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'd better hear it

Maybe he's a woman
Who can touch you where you're human

Male female slave or free
Peaceful or disorderly
Maybe you and he will not agree
But you need him to show you new ways to see

Don't let the system fool you
All it wants to do is rule you
Pay attention to the poet
You need him and you know it

Put him up against the wall
Shoot him up with pentothal

Shoot him up with lead
You won't call back what's been said

Put him in the ground
But one day you'll look around

There'll be a face you don't know
Voicing thoughts you've heard before

Male female slave or free
Peaceful or disorderly
Maybe you and he will not agree
But you need him to show you new ways to see

Don't let the system fool you
All it wants to do is rule you
Pay attention to the poet
You need him and you know it

Toronto January 1982


@SONG: Sahara Gold

Dance music from the corner bar
Over dogs barking at a passing car
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold

Hot night -- streets are full of life
Carnival faces in Rembrandt light
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold

Half moon shining through the blind
Paints a vision of a different kind
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold

Wet limbs striped with silver light
Locked together at the centre of the night
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold

Night bloom filling up the room
With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume
And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold

Toronto July 1983


@SONG: Making Contact

Step outside -- take a look at the stars
Catch a glimpse of the way things are --
Making contact...

Smell of sweet fresh oil on skin
When you move on me like the tide coming in --
Making contact...

So many ways to understand
One for every woman and man
Been that way since the world began

I hear the drumming of the surf and I have to dance
Stepping to the rhythm of circumstance --
Making contact...

I feel so huge -- I feel so small
I feel so good I want to swallow it all--
Making contact...

Making contact
Swimming in an ocean of love
Making contact
Swimming in an ocean of love
We move together like the waves
Swimming in an ocean of love
Every night and every day
Swimming in an ocean of love
One world -- one human race
Swimming in an ocean of love
One kiss from a smiling face
Swimming in an ocean of love
See that sign coming into view
Swimming in an ocean of love
Mother sea welcomes you
Swimming in an ocean of love
Making contact...

Tobago January 1984


@SONG: Peggy's Kitchen Wall

Crashing in the kitchen, noises in the hall
Roll over and go back to sleep -- it's just a dream, that's all
So how come the window's broken? What caused the glass to fall?
And who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?

Police arrive -- muddy up the floor
Dig out half the plaster -- it's a .38 for sure
Kick the neighbour's door in, saying better tell it all
Who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?

Blaster on the back porch shaking up the lane
They're drinking gin and joking -- laughter falling down like rain
Everybody wears a halo -- never saw nothing at all
So who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall

Toronto July 1983


@SONG: To Raise the Morning Star

Rising like lightspill from this sleeping town
Like the light in a lover's eyes
Rising from the hearts of the sleepers all around
All those dreamers trying to light the sky

Burning -- all night long
Burning -- at the gates of dawn
Singing -- near and far
Singing -- to raise the morning star

Rising like lightning in the pregnant air
It's electric -- I can feel its might
I can feel it crackling in my nails and hair --
Makes me feel like I'm dancing on feet of light

Burning -- all night long
Burning -- at the gates of dawn
Singing -- near and far
Singing -- to raise the morning star

Singing for the yellow and the brown and the black
For the red and the white people, too
Dovetailing strong points with the things we lack
Singing for the people like me and you

Burning -- all night long
Burning -- at the gates of dawn
Singing -- near and far
Singing -- to raise the morning star

Toronto and Sydney, Australia
September 1983


@SONG: Nicaragua

Breakfast woodsmoke on the breeze --
On the cliff the U.S. Embassy
Frowns out over Managua like Dracula's tower
The kid who guards Fonseca's tomb
Cradles a beat-up submachine gun --
At age fifteen he's a veteran of four years of war
Proud to pay his dues
He knows who turns the screws
Baby face and old man's eyes

Blue lagoon and flowering trees --
Bullet-packed Masaya streets
Full of the ghosts of the heroes of Monimbo
Women of the town laundry
Work and gossip and laugh at me --
They don't believe I'll ever send them the pictures I took
For every scar on a wall
There's a hole in someone's heart
Where a loved one's memory lives

In the flash of this moment
You're the best of what we are --
Don't let them stop you now
Nicaragua

Sandino in his tom mix hat
Gazes from billboards and coins
"Sandino vive in la lucha por la paz"
Sandino of the shining dream
Who stood up to the U.S. Marines --
Now Washington panics at U2 shots of "Cuban-style" latrines

In the flash of this moment
You're the best of what we are --
Don't let them stop you now
Nicaragua

Managua February 1983


@SONG: If I Had a Rocket Launcher

Here come 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 sonofabitch would die

Chiapas, Mexico and Toronto
February and April 1983


@SONG: Dust and Diesel

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 like 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 on our hands and knees --
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
Tired men and women raise their voice to the night --
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
Nicaragua March 1983

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