Lyrics - Four New Songs

This was sent to me from Bruce by email on April 8, 2021 -DK

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FOUR NEW SONGS

FOUR NEW SONGS is a video demo, made in January and February of 2021. Recording was done at Yahiro Barn Studio in San Francisco. The expectation is that in the fullness of time there will be an album containing these songs and others yet to be written. If live shows were possible they would be showing up in the repertoire. Since that isn’t happening, here they are...

All songs by Bruce Cockburn, c  2020 Holy Drone Corp
Video and audio recording by Mark Yahiro


ON A ROLL

Howl of anger — howl of grief
Here comes the heat — there’s no relief
Social behavior beyond belief

Throw those punches — drop that ball
Commit to nothing — excuse it all
Here comes the future — here comes the fall

Time takes its toll
But in my soul
I’m on a roll

The wolf has fixed you with its stare
Finality is hard to bear
Continue breathing — and beware

Eat what’s before you — pay the bill
There goes your bonehouse right down that hill
Time waits for no one and never will

Time takes its toll
But in my soul
I’m on a roll

I had a dream — there was a storm
And all the earth was without form
The sun was cold — the ether warm

Pressure building left and right
Timer ticking just out of sight
I’m taking shelter in the light

Time takes its toll
But in my soul 
I’m on a roll. 

SF. 07/27/20


ORDERS

The just the merciful the cruel
The stumbling well-intentioned fool
The deft the oaf the witless pawn
The golden one life smiles upon
The squalling infant in mid-squall
The neighbors fighting down the hall
The list is long; as I recall
Our orders said to love them all

The cynic and the crooked priest
The woman wise the sullen beast
The enemy outside the gate 
The friend who leaves it all to fate 
The drunk who tags the bathroom stall 
Proud Boy rushing to his fall,     
The list is long; as I recall
Our orders said to love them all

The pastor preaching shades of hate
The self-inflating head of state
The black the blue the starved for bread
The dread the red the better dead 
The sweet the vile the small the tall
The one who rises to the call 
The list is long but as I recall 
Our orders said to love them all

The one who lets his demons win 
The one we think we’re better than 
A challenge great—but as I recall 
Our orders said to love them all 

SF 12/07/20


WHEN YOU ARRIVE

Breakfast was Mahler and coffee
Dinner’s Lightnin’ Hopkins and rye
Everything you say comes back to bite you
But these days only beauty makes you cry

The chapel is closed for the COVID
Black mold owns the city by the sea
Dew-beaded cobweb in the moonlight
Halo for a saint who’s yet to be

The dead shall sing
To the living and the semi-alive
Bells will ring
When you arrive

Limping like a three-legged canine
Backbone creaking like a cheap shoe
Dragging the accretions of a lifetime
But you oughta make another mile or two...

The dead shall sing
To the living and the semi-alive
Bells will ring
When you arrive

SF. 07/27/20


US ALL

Here we are, faced with choice
Secrets and walls or open embrace
Like it or not, the human race
Is us all

History is what it is
Scars we inflict on each other don’t die
But slowly soak into the DNA
Of us all
Us all

I pray we not fear to love
I pray we be free from judgement and shame
Open the vein, let kindness rain
O’er us all

Us all

SF. 08/29/20

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