歌曲 | You've Never Seen Everything |
歌手 | Bruce Cockburn |
专辑 | You've Never Seen Everything |
作词 : Cockburn | |
Nobody's making me say this | |
I'm talking to you | |
Been travelþing 17 hours | |
Irradiated by signals, by images | |
of viruses, of virtues | |
like everyone | |
Like exiled angels we swing out of the clouds | |
Above night city- | |
Fields of light broken by the curve of dark waterways | |
On the other side of the world | |
an unhappy teenage girl sets fire | |
to herself, her house, her neighbourhood and some that dwell therein | |
Sorry simulacrum of sad dawn | |
You've never seen everything | |
Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please! | |
I'm trying to balance on a sloping bed in Naples | |
or is it Skopje? I forget | |
Through the thin hotel wall a man groans in his dreams | |
And on the other side of the world | |
the drug squad busts a child's birthday party | |
Puts bullets in the family dog and the blood goes all over the baby | |
And the Mounties are strip-searching schoolgirls | |
because they can | |
And a car crashes and burns on an offramp from the Gardiner | |
Two dogs in the back seat die, and in the front | |
a man and his mother | |
Forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest - | |
Pitchfork! | |
And that the same or a similar instrument has been screwed to the dash | |
to make sure the driver goes too | |
You've never seen everything | |
I see: | |
A leader of the people with a ring in his nose | |
And the leaders of business tell him which way to go | |
With tugs on the golden chain which once led the golden calf | |
And we're supposed to be impressed with their success | |
But my mind goes blank before the unbelievable indifference | |
shown life | |
spirit | |
the future | |
anything green | |
anything just | |
Bad pressure coming down | |
Tears - what we really traffic in | |
ride the ribbon of shadow | |
Never feel the light falling all around | |
Years ago when my brother was in India | |
A small town baker got a bright idea | |
He cut his flour with pesticide | |
and sent a bunch of neighbours on their longest journey | |
He was just being cheap -trying to make a profit | |
Didn't even have shareholders to answer to | |
But it's worth remembering, as we sell off the forest | |
gene-splice the world's food into an instrument of control | |
maim and destroy as acts of theatre, | |
what came next - | |
That when the survivors looked around | |
and understood what had been done | |
they butchered | |
that baker | |
Snow swirls in the parking lot light like flour | |
like pesticide There's a trade war brewing - or at least that's the face they paint on it | |
But it's only more transnational manipulation | |
It's all bad magic and gangrene politics | |
Hormone disruptors and carcinogenetics | |
Greed twists eternal in the human breast | |
But the market has no brain | |
It doesn't love it's not God | |
All it knows is the price of lunch | |
Here I sit | |
Staring at my own shadow | |
Feeling my blood move | |
Trying not to have a drink | |
Trying to find somewhere to put the rage I'm carrying | |
Bad pressure coming down | |
Tears - what we really traffic in | |
ride the ribbon of shadow | |
Never feel the light falling all around | |
Never feel the light falling all around | |
You've never seen everything |
zuò cí : Cockburn | |
Nobody' s making me say this | |
I' m talking to you | |
Been travel ing 17 hours | |
Irradiated by signals, by images | |
of viruses, of virtues | |
like everyone | |
Like exiled angels we swing out of the clouds | |
Above night city | |
Fields of light broken by the curve of dark waterways | |
On the other side of the world | |
an unhappy teenage girl sets fire | |
to herself, her house, her neighbourhood and some that dwell therein | |
Sorry simulacrum of sad dawn | |
You' ve never seen everything | |
Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please! | |
I' m trying to balance on a sloping bed in Naples | |
or is it Skopje? I forget | |
Through the thin hotel wall a man groans in his dreams | |
And on the other side of the world | |
the drug squad busts a child' s birthday party | |
Puts bullets in the family dog and the blood goes all over the baby | |
And the Mounties are stripsearching schoolgirls | |
because they can | |
And a car crashes and burns on an offramp from the Gardiner | |
Two dogs in the back seat die, and in the front | |
a man and his mother | |
Forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest | |
Pitchfork! | |
And that the same or a similar instrument has been screwed to the dash | |
to make sure the driver goes too | |
You' ve never seen everything | |
I see: | |
A leader of the people with a ring in his nose | |
And the leaders of business tell him which way to go | |
With tugs on the golden chain which once led the golden calf | |
And we' re supposed to be impressed with their success | |
But my mind goes blank before the unbelievable indifference | |
shown life | |
spirit | |
the future | |
anything green | |
anything just | |
Bad pressure coming down | |
Tears what we really traffic in | |
ride the ribbon of shadow | |
Never feel the light falling all around | |
Years ago when my brother was in India | |
A small town baker got a bright idea | |
He cut his flour with pesticide | |
and sent a bunch of neighbours on their longest journey | |
He was just being cheap trying to make a profit | |
Didn' t even have shareholders to answer to | |
But it' s worth remembering, as we sell off the forest | |
genesplice the world' s food into an instrument of control | |
maim and destroy as acts of theatre, | |
what came next | |
That when the survivors looked around | |
and understood what had been done | |
they butchered | |
that baker | |
Snow swirls in the parking lot light like flour | |
like pesticide There' s a trade war brewing or at least that' s the face they paint on it | |
But it' s only more transnational manipulation | |
It' s all bad magic and gangrene politics | |
Hormone disruptors and carcinogenetics | |
Greed twists eternal in the human breast | |
But the market has no brain | |
It doesn' t love it' s not God | |
All it knows is the price of lunch | |
Here I sit | |
Staring at my own shadow | |
Feeling my blood move | |
Trying not to have a drink | |
Trying to find somewhere to put the rage I' m carrying | |
Bad pressure coming down | |
Tears what we really traffic in | |
ride the ribbon of shadow | |
Never feel the light falling all around | |
Never feel the light falling all around | |
You' ve never seen everything |