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Bruce Cockburn - Christmas - 1993

Christmas

Bruce Cockburn - Christmas - 1993
Christmas – 1993

RELEASE DATE: 1993
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

Instrumental

Album notes: “Original Latin title meaning, more or less, ‘O Come, All Ye Faithful.’ A lovely tune which didn’t seem to require elaboration. It is thought to have been composed by John Francis Wade sometime in the mid-1700’s.”

Early on one Christmas morn
Jesus Christ the son was born
Singing carols, Christmas songs
Early on one Christmas morn

Early on one Christmas morn
Jesus Christ the son was born
Singing carols, Christmas songs
Jesus Christ the son was born

Three wise men saw the star at night
Star that lit the heavens so bright
Star that led them to where Christ was born
Early on one Christmas morn

Early on one Christmas morn
Jesus Christ the son was born
Singing carols, Christmas songs
Early on one Christmas morn

Early on one Christmas morn
Jesus Christ the son was born
Singing carols, Christmas songs
Jesus Christ the son was born

In that city of Bethlehem
Wise men brought Him jewels and gems
Born in a manger humble and low
That is why we love Him so

Early on one Christmas morn
Jesus Christ the son was born
Singing carols, Christmas songs
Jesus Christ the son was born

Mary was his mother calm
cradling him gently in her arms
all hail and praise to Him
peace on earth, goodwill to men

Early on one Christmas morn
Jesus Christ the son was born
singing carols, christmas songs
Early on one Christmas morn

Early on one Christmas morn
Jesus Christ the son was born
singing carols, Christmas songs
Jesus Christ the son was born

Jesus Christ the son was born.

Album notes: “I came across this song around 1972 on an anthology of early gospel recordings. It was performed by a group called the Cottentop Mountain Sanctified Singers and featured a lead vocal by one Frankie ‘Half-Pint’ Jaxon. It was most likely recorded in 1929. One has the feeling on hearing it that the ‘Sanctified’ in the group’s name would come and go depending on whether it was playing in church or in a brothel.”

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love
O morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the king
And peace to men on earth

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heaven
No ear may hear his coming
But in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive him still
The dear Christ enters in

Album notes: “One of the guiding principles which I tried to hold to in making this album was that pieces as familiar as this one are still songs, written by songwriters, with lyrics that often make sense and are beautiful. In some cases it seemed that a little nudge in one direction or another would help to revive their ‘songness’. This was written in the last century by Lewis Redner and Phillips Brooks.”

Riu, riu, chiu
La guarda ribera
Dios guarde el lobo
De nuestra cordera

El lobo rabioso
La quiso morder
Mas Dios poderoso
La supo defender
Quizole hazer que
No pudiesse pecar
Ni aun original
Esta uirgen no tuuiera

Riu, riu, chiu
La guarda ribera
Dios guarde el lobo
De nuestra cordera

Este uiene a dar
A los muertos uida
Y uiene a reparar
De todas la cayla
Es la luz del dia
Aqueste mocuelo
Este es el cordero
Que San Juan dixera

Riu, riu, chiu
La guarda ribera
Dios guarde el lobo
De nuestra cordera

Yo ui mil garcones
Que andauan contando
Por aqui bolando
Haziendo mil sones
Diziendo a gascones,
Gloria sea en el cielo
Y paz en el suelo
Pues Jesus nasciera

Riu, riu, chiu
La guarda ribera
Dios guarde el lobo
De nuestra cordera

Este uiene a dar
A los muertos uida
Y uiene a reparar
De todas la cayla
Es la luz del dia
Aqueste mocuelo.
Este es el cordero
Que San Juan dixera.

Riu, riu, chiu
La guarda ribera
Dios guarde el lobo
De nuestra cordera

Yo ui mil garcones
Que andauan contando
Por aqui bolando
Haziendo mil sones
Diziendo a gascones
Gloria sea en el cielo
Y paz en el suelo
Pues Jesus nasciera

Riu, riu, chiu
La guarda ribera
Dios guarde el lobo
De nuestra cordera

TRANSLATION:

Riu, riu, chiu (nightingale’s sounds)
The river bank protects it,
As God kept the wolf from our lamb

The rabid wolf tried to bite her
But God Almighty knew how to defend her
He wished to create her impervious to sin
Nor was this maid to embody original sin

Riu, riu, chiu (nightingale’s sounds)
The river bank protects it,
As God kept the wolf from our lamb

He comes to give life to the dead
He comes to redeem the fall of man
This child is the light of day
He is the very lamb Saint John prophecied

Riu, riu, chiu (nightingale’s sounds)
The river bank protects it,
As God kept the wolf from our lamb

A thousand singing herons
I saw passing,
Flying overhead, sounding
A thousand voices
Exulting, “Glory be in the
heavens, and peace on earth,
for Jesus has been born.”

Riu, riu, chiu (nightingale’s sounds)
The river bank protects it,
As God kept the wolf from our lamb

He comes to give life to the dead
He comes to redeem the fall of man
This child is the light of day
He is the very lamb Saint John
prophesied

Riu, riu, chiu (nightingale’s sounds)
The river bank protects it,
As God kept the wolf from our lamb

A thousand singing herons
I saw passing
Flying overhead, sounding
a thousand voices
Exulting, “Glory be in the
heavens, and peace on earth
for Jesus has been born.”

Riu, riu, chiu (nightingale’s sounds)
The river bank protects it,
As God kept the wolf from our lamb.

Album notes: “This is a Spanish composition of the type known as a ‘villancico’, dating from the sixteenth century. The language is archaic, some words being unfamiliar to my Hispanic friends and not found in at least the basic dictionaries. It concerns the shepherds in the biblical Christmas story and observes, among other things, the ‘one born today is actually his mother’s father and the one who created her is said to be her son.’ I learned the song from an early ’70s recording by New York Pro Musica.”

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning

And who do you think was in them then?
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And who do you think was in them then
But Joseph and his lady

He did whistle and she did sing
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
He did whistle and she did sing
On Christmas day in the morning

And all the bells on earth did ring
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the bells on earth did ring
On Christmas day in the morning

And all the angels in heaven did sing
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the angels in heaven did sing
On Christmas day in the morning

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning

Album notes: “This is old and English. To me it’s one of the more peculiar and delightful visions expressed in the body of Christmas music. Are the three ships Father, Son and Holy Spirit? Are they camels, ships of the desert? Are they the product of an artist’s imagination? Was the artist consuming too much ergot in his daily bread?”

Down in yon forest be a hall
Sing May Queen May sing Mary
‘Tis is coverleted over with purple and pall
Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, in that hall is a pallet-bed
Sing May Queen May sing Mary
‘Tis stained with blood like cardinal-red
Sing all good men for the new born baby

And at that pallet is a stone
Sing May Queen May sing Mary
On which the virgin did atone
Sing all good men for the new born baby

Under that hall is a gushing flood
Sing May Queen May sing Mary
– From Christ’s own side, ’tis water and blood
Sing all good men for the new born baby

Beside that bed a shrub-tree grows
Sing May Queen May sing Mary
Since he was born it blooms and blows
Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, on that bed a young squire sleeps
Sing May Queen May sing Mary
His wounds are sick and sick, he weeps
Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, hail yon hall where none can sin
Sing May Queen May sing Mary
‘Cause it’s gold outside and silver within
Sing all good men for the new born baby

Album notes: “If there were a contest for the title of spookiest Christmas carol, this ought to win hands down. Collected earlier in this century by John Jacob Niles, it hails from North Carolina. I believe it to be of great age, though, both because of the melodic style and because of the lyrics, which resonate with the Grail myth, and with the ancient custom of every few years draining the blood out of one’s king onto the soil to ensure its continuing fertility.”

Les anges dans nos campagnes
Ont entonné l’hymne des cieux
Et l’écho de nos montagnes
Redit ce chant mélodieux
Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Bergers, pour qui cette fête
Quel-est l’objet de tous ces chants?
Quel vainqueur, quelle conquête
Mérite ces cris triomphants?
Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Ils annoncent la naissance
Du Libérateur d’Israël,
Et, pleins de reconnaissance,
Chantent en ce jour solennel:
Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Translation:
Angels in our midst
Have intoned the anthem of the heavens
And this melodious song
Echoes from our mountains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Shepherds, for whom are these songs,
What is this celebration for?
Which conqueror, what conquest
Deserves these triumphant cries?
Gloria in excelsis Deo!

They announce the birth
Of Israel’s liberator
And, full of gratitude,
This solemn day they sing:
Glory To God in the Highest (Gloria in excelsis Deo!)

Album notes: “This is a traditional French carol from the eighteenth century. The rhythmic groove is written right into it. Our treatment started out with the intention of trying to get close to the song’s roots, so I played it on the dulcimer, but somehow it acquired a kind of pan-ethnic overlay. These things will happen.”

Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born

While shepherds kept their watching
O’er silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light

Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born

Shepherds feared and trembled
When low above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus
That hailed our saviour’s birth

Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born

Down in a lowly manger
The humble Christ was born
And God sent our salvation
That blessed Christmas morn

Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born

Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born

Album notes: “I have vivid memories of this old spiritual being sung with secular words and with unbearable earnestness by middle class kids in the ’60s, at marches, love-ins and weenie roasts. Fortunately, I more recently came across the version recorded by the gospel group The Swan Silvertones. As the power and beauty of the song poured through the speakers of my truck radio, I knew I had to make it part of the album.”

They wake up suddenly in the night
There is light
And figures dancing in the sky
Clothed in more colours than the world can contain

And all the silences of the night
Leap in song
Like that of a river cascading
from the wild mountain to the slow human plain

Gloria! Gloria in the highest!

A child’s cry sounds from far away
It’s almost day
And in the brown-air town away below
Three travelers reap a star harvest
and then go on their way again

Gloria! Gloria in the highest!
Gloria! Gloria in the highest!

released 1993

Album notes: ‘I wrote this one.’

Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant, so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night
Holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories spring from heaven above
Heavenly hosts sing Hallelua
Christ the saviour is born
Christ the saviour is born

Silent night
Holy night
Son of god
Love’s pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face
Bring the God of redeeming grace
Jesus lord at thy birth
Jesus lord at thy birth

Album notes: “Franz Gruber and Joseph Mohr wrote this. I think it’s one of the prettiest tunes ever composed. I loved it as a child and still do.”

Ehstehn yayau deh tsaun we yisus ahattonnia
O na wateh wado:kwi nonnwa ‘ndasqua entai
ehnau sherskwa trivota nonnwa ‘ndi yaun rashata
Iesus Ahattonnia, Ahattonnia, Iesus Ahattonnia

Ayoki onki hm-ashe eran yayeh raunnaun
yauntaun kanntatya hm-deh ‘ndyaun sehnsatoa ronnyaun
Waria hnawakweh tond Yosehf sataunn haronnyaun
Iesus Ahattonnia, Ahattonnia, Iesus Ahattonnia

Asheh kaunnta horraskwa deh ha tirri gwames
Tishyaun ayau ha’ndeh ta aun hwa ashya a ha trreh
aundata:kwa Tishyaun yayaun yaun n-dehta
Iesus Ahattonnia, Ahattonnia, Iesus Ahattonnia

(instrumental)

Dau yishyeh sta atyaun errdautau ‘ndi Yisus
avwa tateh dn-deh Tishyaun stanshi teya wennyau
aha yaunna torrehntehn yataun katsyaun skehnn
Iesus Ahattonnia, Ahattonnia, Iesus Ahattonnia

Eyeh kwata tehnaunnte aheh kwashyehn ayehn
kiyeh kwanaun aukwayaun dehtsaun we ‘ndeh adeh
tarrya diskwann aunkwe yishyehr eya ke naun sta
Iesus Ahattonnia, Ahattonnia, Iesus Ahattonnia

TRANSLATION — “Jesus, He is Born”

Have courage, you who are human beings: Jesus, he is born
The okie spirit who enslaved us has fled
Don’t listen to him for he corrupts the spirits of our thoughts
Jesus, he is born

The okie spirits who live in the sky are coming with a message
They’re coming to say, “Rejoice!
Mary has given birth. Rejoice!”
Jesus, he is born

Three men of great authority have left for the place of his birth
Tiscient, the star appearing over the horizon leads them there
That star will walk first on the bath to guide them
Jesus, he is born

The star stopped not far from where Jesus was born
Having found the place it said,
“Come this way”
Jesus, he is born

As they entered and saw Jesus they praised his name
They oiled his scalp many times, anointing his head
with the oil of the sunflower
Jesus, he is born

They say, “Let us place his name in a position of honour
Let us act reverently towards him for he comes to show us mercy
It is the will of the spirits that you love us, Jesus,
and we wish that we may be adopted into your family
Jesus, he is born

Album notes: “Otherwise known as ‘The Huron Carol’, this is the first Canadian Christmas hymn. It was written early in the 1600s by the Jesuit Fr. Jean de Brebeuf, who acquired fame and martyrdom soon after when he was ceremonially barbecued by members of the Iroquois confederacy, who went on to virtually obliterate the Hurons and their culture. They were encouraged in this by British colonial interests who were after control of French claimed territory, much of which was traditionally Huron. Those of this latter tribe who survived the wars were mostly absorbed into Iroquois communities. A few, however, stayed with the French colonies. Their descendants inhabit a couple of villages in modern Quebec, but their language has largely been lost. Special thanks are due to John Steckley for his help as translator and pronunciation coach.”

God rest ye merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!

In Bethlehem, in Jewry
This blessed babe was born
And layed within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
For which his mother Mary did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!

From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed angel came
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born
The son of God by name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!

Now to the Lord sing praises
All you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy!

Album notes:“This is another fine old English carol, for which I borrowed from the style of U.K. singer/guitarist Martin Carthy, who, better than anyone I’m aware of, has managed to incorporate the guitar into this type of English folk tradition in a robust and imaginative way.”

It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heav’n’s all gracious king
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing

Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
O’er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wings
And ever o’er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
two thousand years of wrong
And man at war with man hears not
The love song which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow
Take heart for comfort, love, and hope
Come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening
by prophet bards fortold
When with the ever circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall o’er all the earth
Its ancient splendours lay
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing

Album notes: “The first of what seems to be becoming a series of Christmas radio concerts had me playing Woodstock, NY, in December of ’91. It happened that I was on tour at the time, and it happened that Sam Phillips was the opening act on most of that tour, so it was natural she should be a guest on the radio show. One of her contributions, performed with T-Bone Burnett and David Mansfield, was this arrangement of “Midnight Clear” which she had recorded for a film of that name. Her clever and simple device of shifting the song to a minor key enhanced the poignantly thoughtful words in a way that made me wish I’d thought of it. The next best thing was to sing it that way — so here it is.”

Mary had a baby (My Lord)
Mary had a baby (Oh My Lord)
Mary had a baby (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Where did she lay him (My Lord)
Where did she lay him (Oh My Lord)
Where did she lay him (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Laid him in a manger (My Lord)
Laid him in a manger (Oh My Lord)
Laid him in a manger (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

What did she name him? (My Lord)
What did she name him? (Oh My Lord)
What did she name him? (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Named him King Jesus (My Lord)
Named him King Jesus (Oh My Lord)
Named him King Jesus (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Who heard the singing? (My Lord)
Who heard the singing? (Oh My Lord)
Who heard the singing? (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Shepherds heard the singing (My Lord)
Shepherds heard the singing (Oh My Lord)
Shepherds heard the singing (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Star keeps shining (My Lord)
Star keeps shining (Oh My Lord)
Star keeps shining (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Moving in the elements (My Lord)
Moving in the elements (Oh My Lord)
Moving in the elements (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Jesus went to Egypt (My Lord)
Jesus went to Egypt (Oh My Lord)
Jesus went to Egypt (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Traveled on a donkey (My Lord)
Traveled on a donkey (Oh My Lord)
Traveled on a donkey (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Angels went around him (My Lord)
Angels went around him (Oh My Lord)
Angels went around him (My Lord)
The people keep coming but the train has gone

Album notes: “This call-and-response song appears to have originated on the South Carolina coastal island of Saint Helena in the last century. The verses follow a fairly predictable pattern till you get to ‘moving in the elements…'”

(lyrics coming)

Album notes: “Whatever else you can say about George Frederick Handel–he really knew how to pack a tune with hooks!”



‘Christmas’ is Bruce Cockburn’s 1993 holiday release featuring “Silent Night,” “Mary Had A Baby,” and “Down In Yon Forest.”

Album Info:

All songs are traditional and arranged by Bruce Cockburn, published by Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN) except “Shepherds,” which is written by Bruce Cockburn and published by Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN) and “It Came Upon The Midnight Clear,” which is traditional and arranged by Sam Phillips, published by Eden Bridge Music (ASCAP) and administered by BUG.

Produced by Bruce Cockburn for True North Productions

Tracks recorded by: Joe Schiff at Phase One Studios, Toronto, May 1993
Assistant Engineer: Eric Ratz
Mixed by: Joe Schiff at Sunset Sound, Los Angeles, June 1993
Assistant Engineer: Mike Piersante
Mastered by: Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound, NYC

Sam Phillips appears courtesy of Virgin Records America, Inc.
Vivienne Williams appears courtesy of Benchmark Recordings


Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart - 1994

Dart To The Heart

Bruce Cockburn - Dart To The Heart - 1994
Dart To The Heart – 1994

RELEASE DATE: 1994
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

It’s not the laughter of rain in the drain
It’s not the laughter of a man in pain
It’s not the laughter you can hide behind
It’s not the laughter of a frightened mind
Balanced on the brink only waiting for a shove
You better listen for the laugh of love

It’s not the laughter of the gloating rich
It’s not the laughter of the sacred bitch
It’s not the laughter of the macho fool
It’s not the laughter that obeys the rules
More of a chain saw in a velvet glove
You better listen for the laugh of love

It’s not the laughter of a child with toys
It’s not the laughter of the president’s boys
It’s not the laughter of the media king
This laughter doesn’t sell you anything
It’s the wind in the wings of a diving dove
You better listen for the laugh of love
Whatever else you might be thinking of
You better listen for the laugh of love

October 27, 1992 – Charlottesville, VA.

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: organ
Mickey Curry: drums
Colin Linden: slide guitar
Jerry Scheff: bass
Darrell Leonard: horn arrangement, trumpet
Christiaan Mostert: tenor saxophone
Greg Smith: baritone saxophone

Also On:
Anything Anywhere Anytime – 2002
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 5 – 2014

The hills are full of secrets
Owls watch by night
Down in town the bars are full
And the drunks are picking fights
These are things I know
But the facts are filtered through
All the ways I want you

2:19 freight train
Moaning somewhere near
I see you in the distance
But I can’t get there from here
Hard to believe it’s happening
But my whole world’s shrunken to
All the ways I want you

Stars look down and laugh at me
I ought to take a bow
Don’t have to tell them life’s hard sometimes
There’s one falling now
Nobody’s here beside me
I can talk about it to
All the ways I want you

December 11, 1991 – Atlanta, GA.

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: acoustic guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: organ
Mickey Curry: drums
Colin Linden: electric guitar and vocal
Jerry Scheff: bass
Greg Leisz: pedal steel

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 5 – 2014

There’s a bone in my ear
Keeps singing your name
Sometimes it’s like pleasure
Sometimes it’s like pain
It’s a small voice and quiet
But I hear it plain
There’s a bone in my ear
Keeps singing your name

In my heart there’s a an image
Like looking through glass
Could be looking at me
Could be looking right past
I don’t like it when
I can’t tell which is true
But I wouldn’t trade the world
For that picture of you

Moon in the water
Cold light in the streets
Warmth in your fingers
Sweat in your sheets
Laid out like an offering
Where two currents meet
The river is dark
But the water is sweet

Wailing on the mountain
Smoke on the wind
Can’t drown out the whisper
Or the scent of your skin
Don’t know where it came from
But I know where it came
There’s a bone in my ear
Keeps singing your name

March 7, 1993 – Woodstock, NY.

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: charango and vocal
Richard Bell: accordian
T-Bone Burnett: drums
Christopher Parker: drums
Colin Linden: mandolin
Jerry Scheff: bass
Greg Leisz: pedal steel

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 5 – 2014

From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
Everybody’s looking for who they are
Those who know don’t have the words to tell
And the ones with the words don’t know too well

Chorus:

Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That’s the burden of the angel/beast

Birds of paradise — birds of prey
Here tomorrow, gone today
Cross my forehead, cross my palm
Don’t cross me or I’ll do you harm

[Chorus]

We go crying, we come laughing
Never understand the time we’re passing
Kill for money, die for love
Whatever was God thinking of?

[Chorus]

November 20, 1992 – Halton Hills, Ontario, Canada

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: electric guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: Wurlitzer piano
T-Bone Burnett: organ
Christopher Parker: drums
Colin Linden: acoustic guitar, vocals
Jerry Scheff: bass

I was half asleep in the washroom when they came in
Eyes like moonlight on barbed wire and veins showing under the skin
The uniforms made me nervous, I got ready for the chase
But they left me scanning these crowds for some sign of your face

Something fell on Saskatchewan in 1885
Where is it now that we need it, in this century of jive?
The axe falls as if through water — never leaves a trace
And I’m scanning these crowds for some sign of your face

The world shot down love as a spy, once upon a time ago
Now people stand around here, like crows in the snow
Like the shadow of the rope on Louis Riel, they look so clean out of place
And I’m scanning these crowds for some sign of your face

Though storms may still kiss the grasslands with primal fire
In the land of passive revolution, everything’s for hire
Are they demons, are they lemmings, or just the humans in this place?
Lord, I’m scanning these crowds for some sign of your face

November 22, 1992 – Halton Hills, Ontario, Canada

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: organ
Mickey Curry: drums
Colin Linden: slide guitar, vocals
Jerry Scheff: bass
Darrell Leonard: horn arrangement, trumpet
Christiaan Mostert: tenor saxophone
Greg Smith: baritone saxophone

When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day
Come snapping at your heels
And there’s so much coming at you
That you don’t know how to feel
When they’ve taken all your money
And then come back for your clothes
When your hands are full of thorns
But you can’t quit groping for the rose

In the southland of the heart
Where night blooms perfume the breeze
Lie down
Take your rest with me

When thoughts you’ve tried to leave behind
Keep sniping from the dark
When the fire burns inside you but
You jump from every spark
When your heart’s beset by memories
You wish you’d never made
When the sun comes up an enemy
And nothing gives you shade

In the southland of the heart
Where the saints go lazily
Lie down
Take your rest with me

When the preacher lays his insight down
And claims to lead the blind
When those you trust just get you hooked
And trifle with your mind
When the nightmare’s creeping closer
And your wheels are in the mud
When everything’s ambiguous
Except the taste of blood

In the southland of the heart
There’s no question of degree
Lie down
Take your rest with me

In the southland of the heart
Everyone was always free
Lie down
Take your rest with me

April 19,1992 – Stouffville, Ontario, Canada

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: organ
Benmont Tench: drums
Colin Linden: slide guitar, vocals
Jerry Scheff: bass
Greg Leisz: pedal steel
Darrell Leonard: horn arrangement, trumpet
Christiaan Mostert: tenor saxophone
Greg Smith: baritone saxophone

Instrumental

circa July 1992 & 2005

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn, guitar

Also On:
Speechless – 2005

All the days we’ve been together
All the days we’ve been apart
Add up to a bunch of nothing
If I’m not still in your heart
I never want you to be
Just a page in my history
Someone I used to love

Your voice breathed in my ear
Or on the telephone
All the tender things we’ve whispered
To keep from feeling alone
May they never come to be
Just cold gems set in memory
Of someone I used to love

This current flows between us
That will not be denied
You draw me in towards you
Like the moon pulls at the tide
May no shadow ever fall
That will make me have to call
You someone I used to love

February 29, 1992 – San Francisco, CA.

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: acoustic guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: accordian
T-Bone Burnett: organ
Mickey Curry: drums
Colin Linden: mandolin
Jerry Scheff: bass
Greg Leisz: pedal steel

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 5 – 2014

Some people get to make the news
Some people get to say what’s true
Everybody’s got to find their own way through
But if you love love, then love loves you too

Some people get to fly by night
Some people get to shine a light
Everybody’s got to find their own way through
But if you love love, then love loves you too
But if you love love, then love loves you too

Some of us hunger for the finer things
Some lust for power like the ancient kings
Some have to leave behind everything they thought they knew
Some people don’t know how much trouble they can brew

Some take the burden of another’s pain
Some spend forever for a moment’s gain
Everybody’s got to find their own way through
But if you love love, then love loves you too
But if you love love, then love loves you too

May 30, 1992 – Bielefeld, Germany

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: electric guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: organ
Mickey Curry: drums
Colin Linden: acoustic guitar
Jerry Scheff: bass
Sam Phillips: vocal

Instrumental

April 24, 1989 – St. Louis

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn, guitar

Also On:
Speechless – 2005

There you go
Swimming deeper into mystery
Here I remain
Only seeing where you used to be
Stared at the ceiling
‘Til my ears filled up with tears
Never got to know you
Suddenly you’re out of here

Gone from mystery into mystery
Gone from daylight into night
Another step deeper into darkness
Closer to the light

Walked outside
Summer moon was nearly down
Mist on the fields
Holy stillness all around
Death’s no stranger
No stranger than the life I’ve seen
Still I cry
Still I begged to get you back again

Gone from mystery into mystery
Gone from daylight into night
Another step deeper into darkness
Closer to the light

September 16, 1992 – Halton Hills, Ontario, Canada

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: acoustic guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: organ
Christopher Parker: drums, (percussion – not credited)
Colin Linden: electric guitar, vocal
Jerry Scheff: bass

Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in the wind ’til I get good and dry
And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
And say “who was that guy?”
Tie me at the crossroads when I die

Looking outward see what you can see
By the time you look at something it’s already history
As the echoes of our passing fade, all there is to say
Is, “You know I loved you all in my particular way”

Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in the wind ’til I get good and dry
And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
And say “who was that guy?”
Tie me at the crossroads when I die

It’s more blessed to give than it is to receive
Except when it comes to free advice I believe
Here I go anyway, back seat driving tonight
Move fast, stay cool, keep your eye on the front sight

Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in the wind ’til I get good and dry
And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
And say “who was that guy?”
Tie me at the crossroads when I die

January 14, 1992 – Halton Hills, Ontario, Canada

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: electric guitar and vocal
Richard Bell: organ, vocal
Mickey Curry: drums, vocal
Colin Linden: acoustic guitar, vocal
Jerry Scheff: bass, vocal
Sam Phillips: vocal
T-Bone Burnett: vocal
Stephen Bruton: vocal

Also On:
Slice O Life – 2009



Bruce Cockburn, Dart to the Heart (Columbia 1994) — On his 22nd release, Bruce Cockburn shows why he has been a mainstay on the folk/rock scene for the last quarter-century. Featuring a variety of musical influences, coupled with intelligent lyrics and catchy melodies, Dart to the Heart is an accessible and likeable album.

Album Info:

Produced by T Bone Burnett
Record by Joe Schipp
Recorded at Bearsville Studios, Bearsville, NY (March-1993)
Assistant Engineer: Chris Laidlaw
Technical Assistance: Anthony Aquilato
Also recorded at: Sunset Sound Recording, Los Angeles, CA (March-June 1993)
Assistant Engineer: Mike Pieliante
Horns recorded at Ocean Way, Los Angeles, CA (June, 1993)
Engineer: Noel Hazen
Mixed by Glyn Johns at Warnham Lodge Farm, West Sussex, England
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Stealing Sound, New York City
Art Direction: Sara Rutman, Chris Austopchuk
Photography: Dana Tynan

Thanks to all those who put up with, and put out for, the demands presented by the making of this record: Sue; T Bone and Sam; Glyn, Glynis, Ethan and Samantha; Dana; and all the players.

Also to: Bernie Finkelstein, Don Ienner, Steve Berkowitz, Derek Simon, Chris Austopchuk and John Laroque/Ring Music.


Bruce Cockburn - Charity Of Night - 1996

The Charity Of Night

Bruce Cockburn - The Charity Of Night - 1997
The Charity Of Night – 1997

RELEASE DATE: February 4, 1997
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing
That’s the sound somebody makes when they’re getting away
Leaving next week’s hanging jury far behind them
Prisoner only of the choices they’ve made

Night train

Ice cube in a dark drink shines like starlight
The moon is floating somewhere out at sea
I’m an island in the blur of noise and color
Alcatraz, St. Helena, Patmos and the Chateau D’If

Night train

And everyone’s an island edged with sand
A temporary refuge where somebody else can stand
Till the sea that binds us like the forced tide of a blood oath
Will wear it down – dissolve it – recombine it

Anyone can die here they do it every day
It doesn’t take much effort tho it goes against the grain
And the ultimate forgetfulness of violence
Sweeps the landscape like a headlight of a train

Night train

Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light
Starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair
And the mind’s eye tumbles out along the steel track
Fixing every shadow with its stare

Night train
Night train

And in the absence of a vision there are nightmares
And in the absence of compassion there is cancer
Whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets
And the rhythm of the night train is a mantra

February 6, 1996 – Halton Hills

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic and Electric Guitar and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums, Percussion
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Jonatha Brooke and Patty Larkin: Vocals

Also On:
Anything Anytime Anywhere – 2002

(I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers
It didn’t take long – I don’t know much about Turkish drummers –
But it made me think of Germany and the guy who sold me cigarettes
Who’d been in the Afghan secret police
Who made the observation
That it’s hard
To live

Then I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec who used to be head of the secret police in Da Nang – and it occurred to me I was thinking about all this stuff to keep from thinking about something else… Isn’t that just what secret police are all about???)

Somebody stands in a window
Watches the river roll
Trains rumble in the foreground
With the weight of approaching dawn

Flames from the refinery
Rise broken, red and riveting
And the high vault of heaven
Looks far away and cold

There’s howling in the factory yard
There’s pounding in my head
I’m swollen up with unshed tears
Bloated like the dead…

(Instrumental break)

Blood and ashes – time burning
On the skyline dark against the stars
A solitary horseman – waiting

Lashed to the wheel
Whipping into the storm
Get up, Jonah
It’s your time to be born

October 10, 1995 – Halton Hills

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Resophonic and Electric Guitar and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums
Gary Burton: Vibes
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Jonatha Brooke and Ani DiFranco: Vocals

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

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

June 24, 1995 – Philadelphia.

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar and Vocal
Janice Powers: Keyboards
Rob Wasserman: Bass

Also On:
Anything Anytime Anywhere – 2002
Slice O Life – 2009
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

Instrumental

released 1996 & 2005

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar
Gary Burton: Vibes

Also On
Speechless – 2005

They turned their backs
I made it too hard
Every place they touched me
Is a laceration now

Sometimes a wind comes out of nowhere
And knocks you off your feet
And look, see my tears
They fill the whole night sky
The whole night sky

Derailed and desperate
How did I get here?
Hanging from this high wire
By the tatters of my faith

Sometimes a wind comes out of nowhere
And knocks you off your feet
And look, see my tears
They fill the whole night sky
The whole night sky

Sometimes a wind comes out of nowhere
And knocks you sideways
And look, see my tears
They fill the whole night sky
The whole night sky

June 27, 1994 – Cologne

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitars and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums, Percussion
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Bob Weir: Vocals
Colin Linden: Mandolin
Janice Powers: Low, Wiggly Keyboards
Bonny Raitt: Slide Guitar
Joe Macerollo: Accordion

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 & 8 – 2014

All day the mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea
It’s quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away
In my heart I hold your photograph
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

Hot breeze ran its fingers through the long grass of a thatched roof eave
They stuck me in the only chair they had while they cooked cassava
And a luckless hen
They asked for one well three lanterns and 200 litres of fuel and
I said, “Who, me?”
And the time for planting’s coming soon
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

In the town neon flickers in the ruins
Seven crows swoop past the luscious moon
If I had wings like those there’d be no waiting
I’d come panting to your door and slide like smoke into your room

All day the mountains rose behind a veil of smoke from burning fields
And road dust dyeing black skin bronze and the road rolling like a rough sea
It’s quiet now, just crickets and a dog fight somewhere in the far away

In my heart I hold your photograph
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

And the time for planting’s coming soon
And the thought of you comes on like the feel of the coming rains

September 11, 1995 – Quelimane

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Dobro and Electric Guitars and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums, Tambourine
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Gary Burton: Vibes
Maria Muldaur, Jonatha Brooke and Patty Larkin: Vocals

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

Birmingham
Just behind the mountain
Sparse streelamps glow in hot half-moon haze
Shadows shorten into little black pools that elongate behind
We walk, talk some, laugh some
Worked hard, now wired, and hanging out
I’m curious what you might be all about
Curious, too, what that dark-shape in the hard shining cruiser might do
And you have no idea what you’re getting
out of of your own curiosity and tense energy
Tattoo on chest like the key to the puzzle of your pumping heart
Wearing your shadows all over your sleeve
Wearing the role of young upstart

Chorus:
Birmingham shadows fall
You show a little, I let something show too
It’s now or not at all
Out on the road, it’s always instant get-to-know-you

Under velvet trees, towering like the sides of a well
Before the empty two office blocks
Which we’re admonished not to enter
Policeman studies us, finds us confusing
More amusing than threat
Moves on, bemused
Pavement spirals down ahead like the fossil of a giant shell
Along the kingdom’s midnight marches
I wear my shadows where they’re harder to see
But they follow me everywhere
I guess that should tell me that I’m travelling toward light
I guess something you sang made me remember that
I guess I’m saying thanks for that
[Chorus]
[Instrumental Break]
Got a head full of horrors and a heart full of night
At home in the darkness, but hungry for dawn
I only remember scenes, never the stories I live
The good things about that is, it’s easy to forgive
Can’t make assumptions about any of this
We’re nomads following our own songlines
Who knows what could strike before we meet again?
But if I fall down and die
Without saying goodbye
I give you this: you’ll have lost a friend
[Chorus]

July 8,1995 – Halton Hills

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Resophonic Guitar and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Gary Burton: Vibes

Also On:
You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance – 1997

There’s a broad river winding
Through this African lowland
The moon is held up orange and big
See it raise its hands
And the last ferry’s pulling out
With no place left to stand
For the mines of Mozambique

There’s a wealth of amputation
Waiting in the ground
But no one can remember
Where they put it down
If you’re the child that finds it there
You will rise upon the sound
Of the mines of Mozambique

Some men rob the passersby
For a bit of cash to spend
Some men rob whole countries dry
And still get called their friend
And under the feeding frenzy
There’s a wound that will not mend
In the mines of Mozambique

Night, like peace,
Is a state of suspension
Tomorrow the heat will rise
And mist will hide the marshy fields
The mango and the cashew trees
Which only now they’re clearing brush from under.

Rusted husks of blown up trucks
Line the roadway north of town
Like passing through a sculpture gallery
War is the artist
But he’s sleeping now

And somebody will be peddling vials of penicillin stolen out of all the medical kits sent to the countryside.

And in the bare workshop they’ll be molding plastic into little prosthetic limbs
For the children of this artist
And for those who farm the soil that received
His bitter seed…

The all-night stragglers stagger home
Cocks begin to crow
And singing birds are starting up
Telling what they know
And after awhile the sun will come
And we’ll see what it will show
Of the mines of Mozambique

September 11, 1995 – Quelimane

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Resophonic and Electric Guitars and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums, Percussion
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Janice Powers: Mongolian keyboard thing
Jonatha Brook: Backup Vocals and Arrangement

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

See you standing in the door against the dark
Fireflies around you like a crown of sparks
You blow me a kiss that blurs my vision
Blurs the human condition

You’re the ocean ringing in my brain
You are my island ripe with cane
Catch the scent of strange flowers when you pass
Fluid motion like the wind in grass

It’s your eyes I want to see
Looking into mine
Got you live on my mind
All the time

Light me like incense in the night
Light me like a candle burning bright
Light me like a searchlight in the sky
Time means nothing when I look in your eyes

It’s your eyes I want to see
Looking into mine
Got you live on my mind
All the time

It’s your eyes I want to see
Looking into mine
Got you live on my mind
All the time

circa January 1993 – Maui

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Resophonic and Electric Guitars and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Janice Powers: Keyboards
Gary Burton: Vibes
Jonatha Brook: Harmonies

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 5 – 2014

Big city Europa – July of 64 – It’s 5AM
Weather blowing bitter off the Baltic.

Car slows beside him as he walks
Hubcaps slow revolution
Jaundiced-looking pockmarked face, round in window
Short greasy black beard

Couple of language stabs, settle on English
“It’s cold – I give you ride.
Don’t you want to kiss me?”

This goes on halfway across the cobbled bridge
Driver pulls ahead – gets out by the construction fence
Ambles towards him rubbing the bulge in his pants

In his jacket is the revolver
The hand is already in the pocket for warmth and fingers slide easily around wood grips

Slow as that predator’s footsteps the gun comes out
Arm straightens, sight blade bisecting yellow forehead
Wind – blue metal streetlight – Faint twilight shining on the corners of stones.

Wave on wave of life
Like the great wide ocean’s roll
Haunting hands of memory
Pluck silver strands of soul
The damage and the dying done
The clarity of light
Gentle bows and glasses raised
To the charity of night

Slow revolution – 1985 – crosswise in a hammock in the hot volcanic hills
Its 3AM the night after the air raid
From the ridge she watched A37s, like ugly gulls,
Make a dozen swooping passes over some luckless town
Maybe ten kliks beyond the border
In the distance the Pacific glimmered silver

Now lascivious laughter floats on the darkness from the police post next door-
Male voices – and a woman’s –
Little clouds of desire painted around the edges with rum
In the muddy street a pig suddenly screams

Wave on wave of life
Like the great wide ocean’s roll
Haunting hands of memory
Pluck silver strands of soul
The damage and the dying done
The clarity of light
Gentle bows and glasses raised
To the charity of night

Pacific glimmers silver
Moon full over shadow mansion
West coast – Can’t say when
There is incense and the heat-driven scent of flowers

Tongue slides over soft skin
Love pounds in veins brains buzzing balls of lust
Fingers twine in wet hair
Limbs twist and roll

On the dresser wax drips in slow motion down the long side of
A black candle
Ecstatic halo of flame and pheromone-

Wave on wave of life
Like the great wide ocean’s roll
Haunting hands of memory
Pluck silver strands of soul
The damage and the dying done
The clarity of light
Gentle bows and glasses raised
To the charity of night

October 29, 1994 – Schenectady, NY

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Gary Burton: Vibes
Colin Linden: Mandolin
Joe Macerollo: Accordion

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 1 – 2014

I’ve seen a high cairn kissed by holy wind
Seen a mirror pool cut by golden fins
Seen alleys where they hide the truth of cities
The mad whose blessing you must accept without pity

I’ve stood in airports guarded glass and chrome
Walked rifled roads and landmined loam
Seen a forest in flames right down to the road
Burned in love till I’ve seen my heart explode

You’ve been leading me
Beside strange waters

Across the concrete fields of man
Sun ray like a camera pans
Some will run and some will stand
Everything is bullshit but the open hand

You’ve been leading me
Beside strange waters
Streams of beautiful lights in the night
But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys?
If I loose my grip, will I take flight?

You’ve been leading me
Beside strange waters
Streams of beautiful lights in the night
But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys?
If I loose my grip, will I take flight?

November 7, 1995 – Halton Hills

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Resophonic and Electric Guitars and Vocal
Gary Craig: Drums, Percussion
Rob Wasserman: Bass
Jonatha Brooke and Patty Larkin: Vocals

Also On:
You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance – 1997
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014



Includes an impressive supporting cast consisting of Gary Burton, Gary Craig, and Rob Wasserman, plus special guests Jonatha Brooke, Ani DiFranco, Patty Larkin, Maria Muldaur, Bonnie Raitt and Bob Weir.

Album Info:

Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded and mixed by John Whynot
Additiional recording by Colin Linden
Recorded at Reaction Studios, Toronto with additional recording at The Plant, Sausalito, Bob Weir’s studio, and Electro Magnetic Sound by Pinhead Recorders
Transfers at Manta/Eastern Sound
Rentals courtesy Casa Wroxton Studio
Mixed at Kingsway, New Orleans

Assisted by Ormond Jobin, Tom Heron, Tom Paddock, Michael McGuinn, Jo Rossi and especially Ethan Allen.

Mastered by Stephen Marcussen at Precision Mastering
Assisted by Ron Boustead

Jacket Illustrations and Album Design by William Sienkiewicz
Photo by Macolm Burn
Layout assistance by Karin Doherty

All songs written by Bruce Cockburn
All songs © 1996 Golden Mountain Music Corp. (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Traductions: Jane Macauley, Marcel Moussette

Thanks to Bernie Finkelstein, Justin Deneau, Sy Potma, Danny Greenspoon, Janice Powers, Frank Finistory, Karen Brady, Malcolm Burn, Kim Lafleur, Daniel Broome, Caryl McCowan, Chris Brady for BBQ & firetruck, Daniel Keebler/Gavin’s Woodpile, Peavey Musical Instruments.

Thanks to the following for support, inspiration, lighting-a-fire-under-the-ass, and other gifts, intentional or not: Sue, Michael O’Connor, Rex Fyles, Sandra Wood and Chude Mondlane, The Maputo Police Department for leaving the various body parts attached, Deminers everwhere, Ani for reminding me what energy is for, John and Matt for the biochemistry, the Humans, Susan Gitlin-Emmer (“Lady of the Northern Light”), the Book of Psalms, Kel and Jon for the introduction to Cormac McCarthy, C. Woodman for her wisdom, the folks at City Stages, God for always keeping the ladder in place.

Jonatha Brooke appears courtesy of Blue Thumb Records
Gary Burton appears courtesy of Concord Records
Ani DiFranco appears courtesy of Righteous Babe Records
Patty Larkin appears courtesy of High Street/Windham Hill
Colin Linden appears courtesy of Columbia Records/Sony Music Canada
Maria Muldaur appears courtesy of Telarc International Corporation
Bonnie Raitt appears courtesy of Capitol Records
Rob Wasserman plays an N.S. Double Bass, Rob Wasserman Signature Six-String Model, designed by Ned Steinberger


Bruce Cockburn - You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance - 1998

You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance

Bruce Cockburn - You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance - 1998
You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance – 1998

RELEASE DATE: January 20, 1998
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

1. Call It Democracy (5:43)
2. Stolen Land (7:06)
3. Strange Waters (6:30)
4. Fascist Architecture (2:46)
5. You Pay Your Money And You Take Your Chance (4:31)
6. Birmingham Shadows (10:46)

(Songs are linked to original album for lyrics)



Live album – Recorded at the Barrymore Theatre in Madison, Wisconsin on May 3, 1997.

Album Info:

In the Studio:

Produced and mixed by: Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Mix engineer: Colin Linden
Assistant: Annelise Noronha
Mixed at: Manta Eastern Sound, Toronto

Originally recorded for the 105.5 Triple-M radio program “Mad City Live”, a production of Audio for the Arts, Madison, WI.
Buzz Kemper and Steve Gotcher, producers.
Engineered by Steve Gotcher and Tom Blain with assistance from Jeremy Smith, using the Audio for the Arts remote recording truck.

Recorded live at the Barrymore Theater, Madison, WI on May 3, 1997.
Mastered by Toby Mountain at Northeastern Digital Recording, Inc., Southboro, MA.

Package design: Barbara Longo
Front cover photo: Marie Westhaver
Inside band photos: Adam Pike Riesner
The Charity of Night cover elements: William Sienkiewicz

Traductions: Jane Macaulay, Marcel Moussette

On the Road:

Guitars and vocals: Bruce Cockburn
Bass and background vocals: Steve Lucas
Drums and background vocals: Ben Riley

Tour manager: Leslie Charbon
Front of house sound: Bob McFee/Jon Erickson
Lights: Glen Murphy/Steve Hill
Monitors: Russ Wilson
Guitar tech: Trevor Gilchrist/Tim Mech

Bus Drivers: Steve Headly/Michel “Bam Bam” Dufault/Bob Penny/Bart Oakes
Truck Driver: John “Stranger” Adams

Agency: Steve Martin for The Agency Group, New York, NY


Bruce Cockburn - Breakfast In New Orleans Dinner In Timbuktu - 1999

Breakfast In New Orleans, Dinner In Timbuktu

Bruce Cockburn - Breakfast In New Orleans Dinner In Timbuktu - 1999
Breakfast In New Orleans Dinner In Timbuktu – 1999

RELEASE DATE: September 14, 1999
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

Slid out of my dreams like a baby out of the nurse’s hands
Onto the hard floor of day
I’d been wearing OJ’s gloves and I couldn’t get them off
It was too early but I couldn’t sleep
Showered and dressed, stepped out into the heat
The parrot things on the porch next door
Announced my arrival on Chartres Street
With their finest rendition of squealing brakes

Down in Kaldi’s café the newspaper headlines promised new revelations
Concerning Prince Charles’ Amex account
A morose young man in old-tim Austrian drag
Stares past his long mustache at the ground
And last night’s punks and fetish kids
All tattoos and metal bits
And in the other corner (wearing the white trunks)
Today’s tourists already sweating

Deep in the city of the saints and fools
Pearls before pigs and dung become jewels
I sit down with tigers, I sit down with lambs
None of them know who exactly I am

I’ve got this thing in my heart
I must give you today
It only lives when you
Give it away

Languid mandalla of the ceiling fan
Teases the air like a slow stroking hand
Study the faces, study the cards
Study the shadow creeping over the yard

I’ve got this thing in my heart
I must give you today
It only lives when you
Give it away

Trouble with the nations, trouble with relations
Where you going to go to find illumination?
Too much to carry, too much to let go
Time goes fast – learning goes slow

But I’ve got this thing in my heart
I must give you today
It only lives when you
Give it away

released 1999

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Electric Guitars, Vocals, Handclaps
Gary Craig: Drums
Richard Bell: Organ
John Dymond: Bass
Rick Lazar: Percussion
Carlos Del Junco: Harmonica
Stephen Donald: Trombone
Sally Sweetland: Handclaps
Lucinda Williams: Harmony

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

She’s got a mango in the garden – sweet as can be
She’s got a mango in the garden – full of mystery
She’s got a mango in the garden – from the original tree
She’s got a mango in the garden – shares it with me

Humid gleaming precious well
Love to drink that water
Parallel worlds when the sun goes down
The atmosphere grows hotter

She’s got a mango in the garden – sweet as can be
She’s got a mango in the garden – full of mystery
She’s got a mango in the garden – from the original tree
She’s got a mango in the garden – shares it with me

I slip through the glistening gate
Tide began to pound
Tears of light poured over me
And ricocheted all around

She’s got a mango in the garden – sweet as can be
She’s got a mango in the garden – full of mystery
She’s got a mango in the garden – from the original tree
She’s got a mango in the garden – shares it with me

released 1999

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
George Koller: Bass
Ben Riley: Drums
Daniel Janke: Kora
Margo Timmins: Harmonies

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

I’m sipping Flor De Caña* and lime juice, it’s three a.m.
Blow a fruit fly off the rim of my glass
The radio’s playing Superchunk and the friends of Dean Martinez

Midnight it was bike tires whacking the pot holes
Milling humans’ shivering energy glow
Fusing the space between them with bar-throb bass and laughter

If this were the last night of the world
What would I do?
What would I do that was different
Unless it was champagne with you?

I learned as a child not to trust in my body
I’ve carried that burden through my life
But there’s a day when we all have to be pried loose

If this were the last night of the world
What would I do?
What would I do that was different
Unless it was champagne with you?

I’ve seen the flame of hope among the hopeless
And that was truly the biggest heartbreak of all
That was the straw that broke me open

If this were the last night of the world
What would I do?
What would I do that was different
Unless it was champagne with you?

Toronto

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitars, Vocals
Gary Craig: Drums
Richard Bell: Organ
John Dymond: Bass
Colin Linden: Electric Guitar
Janice Powers: Keyboard
Rick Lazar: Percussion
Jonell Mosser: Harmony

Also On:
Anything Anywhere Anytime – 2002
Slice O Life – 2009
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

Heavy northern autumn sky
Mist-hung forest — Dark spruce, bright maple —
And the great lake rolling forever to the narrow gray beach

I look west along the red road of the frail sun
Where it hovers between shelf of cloud and spiky trees,
Receding shore;

The world is full of seasons; of anguish, of laughter
And it comes to mind to write you this:

Nothing is sure
Nothing is pure
And no matter who we think we are
Everyone gets his chance to be nothing

Love’s supposed to heal, but it breaks my heart to feel
The pain in your voice —
But you know, it’s all going somewhere
And I would crush my heart and throw it in the street
If I could pay for your choice

Isn’t that what friends are for?
Isn’t that what friends are for?

We’re the insect life of paradise:
Crawl across leaf or among towering blades of grass
Glimpse only sometimes the amazing breadth of heaven

You’re as loved as you were
Before the strangeness swept through
Our bodies, our houses, our streets —
When we could speak without codes
And light swirled around like
Wind-blown petals,
Our feet

I’ve been scraping little shavings off my ration of light
And I’ve formed it into a ball, and each time I pack a bit more onto it
I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache
Under a loose board in the floor
And I blow across it and I send it to you
Against those moments when
The darkness blows under your door

Isn’t that what friends are for?
Isn’t that what friends are for?
Isn’t that what friends are for?

released 1999

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
George Koller: Bass
Rick Lazar: Percussion
Janice Powers: Keyboards
Ben Riley: Cymbals
Lucinda Williams: Harmony

Instrumental

released 1999

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar
George Koller: Bass
Rick Lazar: Percussion
Ben Riley: Drums

You knelt on the carpet, crimson and stained
Light trickled over your black dress like rain
Your lips were hot and my shocked heart screamed
And I can’t scrape my eyes free of this dream

We each occupy the same space/time
Matter, antimatter, tangled like vines
And the awful tolling, and the cold rain outside
And I cannot scrape this dream off my eyes

And the embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
And the great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face

And the embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
And the great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face

released 1999

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Steve Lucas:: Bass
Rick Lazar: Percussion
Janice Powers: Keyboards
Ben Riley: Drums
Jonell Mosser: Harmony

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014

I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill
When I found you.

The moon stood still
On Blueberry Hill
And lingered until
My dreams came true.

The wind in the willow played
Love’s sweet melody;
But all of those vows we made
Were never to be

Tho’ we’re apart,
You’re part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill

cover

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Electric & 12-String Guitars, Vocals
Gary Craig: Drums
Richard Bell: Organ
John Dymond: Bass
Janice Powers: Keyboard
Margo Timmins: Duet Vocal

Judge said to the hooker, “Can you come out to play?
I’ve been condemning people all day long, that’s how I get paid
My dreams are full of criminals frolicking about
Open up the window, let the bad air out!”

Strangled by confusion, my mind is in decay
Can’t picture tomorrow, can’t remember yesterday
Send out for the Black & Decker and the psychiatric couch
Open up the window, let the bad air out

Traitors in high places take my money, tell me lies
Take a walk past Parliament, it smells like something died
They ask for trust, but somehow I’ve got serious doubts
Open up the window, let the bad air out

Too much monkey business, like Mr. Berry said
Drugs and oil and money, don’t mean nothing when you’re dead
At the risk of being subversive, nothing left to do but shout
“Open up the window, let the bad air out!”

circa November 1991

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Vocals
Steve Lucas: Bass
Rick Lazar: Percussion
Ben Riley: Drums
Carlos Del Junco: Harmonica
Stephen Donald: Trombone
Daniel Janke: Kora

On this rooftop where we’re sitting
In the rays of the setting sun
Glasses of wine on a crate between us
Catch the light — seem to glow from within

And there’s a laugh
Hanging in the air
And there’s no
Desperation anywhere

So many miles, so many doors
Some need patience, some need force
All fall open in their own due course
To allow us this time

And your limned
In light, golden and thin
Looks to me
Like you’re lit up from within

And look how far the light came
Look how far the light came
Look how far the light came
To paint you
This way

And I picture us in this light
Friendship a fine silver web
Stretched across golden smoky haze
And this is simple
And this is grace

And this light
Is a guest from far away
Passing through
The last whisper of day

And look how far the light came
Look how far the light came
Look how far the light came
To paint you
This way

Beginning of April 1998 – Calvin College (Grand Rapids, Michigan)

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Resonator & Electric Guitars, Vocals
Steve Lucas: Bass
Rick Lazar: Percussion
Ben Riley: Drums
Carlos Del Junco: Harmonica
Stephen Donald: Trombone
Janice Powers: Keyboard
Lucinda Williams: Harmony

Instrumental

released 1999 & 2005

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar
George Koller: Bass & Dilruba
Rick Lazar: Percussion

Also On:
Speechless – 2005

There’s a black and white crow
on the back of a two-toned sheep
in a field of broken yellow stalks
below looming cliffs.

High above the plains
little grey houses blend
with giant jagged boulders
and pale weathered stumps.

Life in the ghost of the bush.

Wind whips the acacias and strange forked palms
That cluster around the water hole

Suddenly, out of the blowing sand
A milk-white camel appears.

Turbaned rider, blue robe billowing,
bounces with the shambling trot;
wears a sword and a rifle on his back,
and hanging from his neck, a transistor radio…

You blink and like ghosts, they’re gone

Under the wan disc of sand-masked sun
A woman grins – spits expertly
Into the path of a struggling black beetle
Six feet away
Hoists her water bucket onto her head
And strides off up the trail…

Sun a steel ball glowing
Behind endless blowing sand
Sun a steel ball glowing
Dust of fallen empires slowly flowing through my hands
Use me while you can

Pearl held in black fingers
Is the moon behind dry trees
Pearl held in black fingers
Bird inside the rib cage is beating to be free
Use me while you can

I’ve had breakfast in New Orleans
Dinner in Timbuktu
I’ve lived as a stranger in my own house, too
Dark hand waves in lamplight
Cowrie shell patterns change
And nothing will be the same again

Bullet in a sandstorm
Looking for a place to land
Bullet in a sandstorm
Full heart beats an empty one
In the deck they dealt to man
Use me while you can

released 1999

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Resonator & 12 String Guitars, Vocals
Gary Craig: Drums
Richard Bell: Organ
John Dymond: Bass
Daniel Janke: Kora
Lucinda Williams: Harmony

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 6 – 2014



Features special guest appearances by Margo Timmins (Cowboy Junkies) and Lucinda Williams, and includes performances from Daniel Janke on the West African kora, and Richard Bell (The Band, Janis Joplin) on keyboards.

Album Info:

Production notes:
Released worldwide on 14 September 1999 Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded and mixed by John Whynot
Additional recording by Colin Linden and Mike Poole
Recorded at Reaction Studios, the Gas Station and Pinhead Recorders, Toronto; The Doghouse, Nashville.
Mixed at Sound City, Los Angeles.
Assisted by Tom Heron, Chris Stringer and Marek
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound, New York City
Disc & traycard photo plus assorted original colour photographs by Sally Sweetland.
Additional B&W photography by Gayle Hurmuses.
Art direction, design and layout by A Man Called Wrycraft, Toronto, Canada.

Song credits:
All songs written by Bruce Cockburn ©1999 Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN), except “Blueberry Hill” which is written by Al Lewis, Vincent Rose & Larry Stock; Chappell & Co./Sovereign Music Co. (ASCAP).

Lucinda Williams contributed harmony to ‘When You Give It Away”, “Isn’t That What Friends Are For”, “Look How Far”, and “Use Me While You Can”

Margo Timmins (Cowboy Junkies) contributed harmonies on “Mango” and the duet vocal on “Blueberry Hill”

Daniel Janke played kora (click for picture: a kora is a 21-stringed African harp) on “Mango”, “Let The Bad Air Out”, and “Use Me While You Can”

Richard Bell (The Band, Janis Joplin) played organ on “When You Give It Away”, “Last Night Of The World”, “Blueberry Hill”, and “Use Me While You Can”

Percussionist Rick Lazar contributed to all the songs on the album except “Blueberry Hill” and “Use Me While You Can”.

On “Deep Lake” bassist George Koller plays dilruba (click for picture: an Indian instrument that looks like a sitar but is played with a violin bow, and sounds exactly as you imagine the combination of these two instruments would). Believe it or not, the violin sounding instrument on “Down To The Delta” (that kicks in 3 mins 08 secs into the track), also played by Koller, is actually a double bass.


Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere - 2002

Anything Anytime Anywhere

Bruce Cockburn - Anything Anytime Anywhere - 2002
Anything Anytime Anywhere – 2002

RELEASE DATE: January 15, 2002
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

The Singles 1979-2002
Songs are linked to original album for lyrics

Past the derelict mattress
and the overgrown pavement
over the tracks
and through the hole in the fence
Past graffiti-bright buildings
and the junkyard alarm bell
and the screaming police cars
and it’s all present tense

It’s my beat
In my new town

Past the drunk woman reeling
with her bag of provisions
Down through the tunnel
with the stink-fuming bus
On to the bike path
where it’s something like freedom
and the wind in my earring whispers
Trust what you must

It’s my beat
In my new town

Ancient and always
The wheel’s ever whirling
Today I’m riding
Tomorrow I walk
Step through forever
into this very moment
The heart is pumping
and the heart rocks

It’s my beat
In my new town

July 18, 2001 – Montreal, Canada

Musicians:
Background vocals: Patty Griffin

Also On:
Rumours OF Glory box set disc 7 – 2014

2. Wondering Where The Lions Are (3:42)
3. Tokyo (3:28)
4. The Coldest Night Of The Year (remix) (4:24)
5. The Trouble With Normal (3:35)
6. Lovers In A Dangerous Time (4:06)
7. If I Had A Rocket Launcher (4:57)
8. Call It Democracy (3:51)
9. Waiting For A Miracle (remix)(4:50)
10. If a Tree Falls (5:42)
11. A Dream Like Mine (4:55)
12. Listen for the Laugh (4:05)
13. Night Train (6:11)
14. Pacing The Cage (4:37)
15. Last Night of the World (4:50)

Tomorrow may come, it usually does
Don’t know what it will bring to the two of us
I just want you to know
What I’m ready to do

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you

When I’m holding you tight, you give me the power
To burn like a torch in the darkest hour
Tell me what you need
I will surely come through

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you

Passion runs deep, it’s scary sometimes
When it’s larger than life or your peace of mind
It’s got me all the same
And I’m not sorry that’s true

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you

January 3, 1992 – Halton Hills, Ontario, Canada
(released 15 January 2002)

Musicians:
guitar: Bruce Cockburn
bass: Steve Lucas
drums: Ben Riley
violin: Hugh Marsh
electric mandolin: Colin Linden
background vocals: The Fairfield Four, Isaac Freeman, Wilson Waters, Joe Rice, Robert Hamblett
Arranger: Mark Prentice



Includes two new tracks ‘My Beat’ & ‘Anything Anytime Anywhere’ – 74 minutes of Bruce’s most popular radio hits, all 24 bit remastered and with 2 new remixes.

Album Info:

Production notes:
Released worldwide on 15 January 2002
Compilation produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Remix producers: Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Remix engineer: John Whynot
Assitant engineer: King Williams
Waiting For A Miracle remixed at Universal Studios, Nashville, August 2001
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound, New York City
Art direction, design and layout by A Man Called Wrycraft, Toronto, Canada.
Photography by Kevin Kelly

Direction:
The Finkelstein Management Company ltd.
260 Richmond Street West
Suite 501
Toronto, Ontaria, Canada, m5v 1w5
phone: 416-596-8696
fax: 416-596-6861
e-mail: truenorth@ca.inter.net

Song credits:
All songs written by Bruce Cockburn ©Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN)
My Beat –
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden.
Recorded by Hohn Whynot.
Mixed by Colin Linden at Universal Studios, Nashville, September 2001.
Assisted by Chuck Linder.
Recorded at Reaction Studios, Toronto, Ontario, Canada, August 2001.
Background vocals: Patty Griffin.

Anything Anytime Anywhere –
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden.
Recorded and mixed by: John Whynot at Universal Studios, Nashville, September, 2001.
Assisted by: King Williams and Jeff Elliot.
Recorded at Reaction Studios, Toronto August, 2001.
Written: Halton Hills, 1/3/92.
guitar: Bruce Cockburn
bass: Steve Lucas
drums: Ben Riley
violin: Hugh Marsh
electric mandolin: Colin Linden
background vocals: The Fairfield Four, Isaac Freeman, Wilson Waters, Joe Rice, Robert Hamblett.
Arranger: Mark Prentice.


Bruce Cockburn - You've Never Seen Everything - 2003

You’ve Never Seen Everything

Bruce Cockburn - You've Never Seen Everything - 2003
You’ve Never Seen Everything – 2003

RELEASE DATE: June 10, 2003
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

Tried and tested
Tried and tested

By the cries of birds
By the lies I’ve heard
By my own loose talk
By the way I walk
By the claws of beasts
By the laws of priests
By the glutton’s feast
By the word police

By the planet’s arc
By the falling dark
By the state of the art
By the beat of my heart
By dark finance
By the marketing dance
By the poverty trance
By the fateful glance

Tried and tested
Tried and tested

By the pressure to rhyme
By the wages of crime
By the drop of a dime
By the ghost of the times
By the spurs of desire
By “What does love require”
By what I waited for
By what showed up at the door

Tried and tested
Tried and tested

By the nation wide
By the tears I’ve cried
By the lure of false pride
By the need to take sides
By the weight of choice
By the still small voice
By things I forget
By what I haven’t met yet

Tried and tested
Tried and tested

Pierced by beauty’s blade and skinned by wind
Begged for more — was given — begged again
I’m still here
I’m still here

Tried and tested
Tried and tested

May 19, 2002 – Ottawa

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Electric Guitars and Vocals
Gary Craig: Drums
John Dymond: Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violins and Loop
Ben Riley: Additional Drums
Sam Phillips: Harmonies

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

I never live with balance
I always wake up nervous
Light comes at me sideways
I hold my breath forever

I never live with balance
Though I’ve always liked the notion
I feel that endless hunger
For energy and motion

Open
Open
Open

I never live with balance
I wanna feel you near me
There’s an aching in my hipbone
Wanna let my heart drop open
It’s daylight in the city
There’s thumping in the stairwell
Kundalini sunrise
A clamoring of church bells

Open
Open
Open

You like to let me worry
But I don’t take you for granted
Come over here and kiss me
I’m savoring your picture
The street is filled with noises
Life going up and down
Light comes at you sideways
Enfolds you like a gown

Open
Open
Open

Open
Open
Open

May 9, 2001 – Montreal

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic & Electric Guitars and Vocals
Gary Craig: Drums and Percussion
John Dymond: Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violin
Colin Linden: Electric Mandolins
Sarah Harmer: Harmonies

The village idiot takes the throne
His the wind in which all must sway
All sane people, die now
Be lifted up and carried away
You’ve got no home in this world of sorrows

There’s a parasite feeding on
Everybody’s bag of rage
What goes out returns again
To smite the mouth and burn the page
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows

I can see in the dark it’s where I used to live
I see excess and the gaping need
Follow the money – see where it leads
It’s to shrunken men stuffed up with greed
They meet and make plans in strange half-lit tableaux

Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows

You’ve got no home in this world of sorrows

April 25, 2001 – Montpelier

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: 12-string Guitar and Vocals
Gary Craig: Drums
John Dymond: Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violins and Loops
Ben Riley: Additional Drums
Emmylou Harris: Harmonies

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

Picture on magazine boardroom pop star
Pinstripe prophet of peckerhead greed
You say ‘Trust me with the money — the keys to the universe’
Trickle down will give us everything we need

Brand new century private penitentiary
bank vault utopia padded for the few
And it’s tumours for the masses coughing for the masses
Earphones for the masses and they all serve you

Trickle down give /em the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

What used to pass for education now looks more like ignoration
Take the people’s money and slip it to the corporation
Yellow rain golden shower pesticide firepower
Summon feudal demons of sweatshop subjugation

Workfare foul air homeless beggars everywhere
Picturephone aristocrats lounge around the pool
Captains of industry smiling beneficently
Leaking hole supertanker ship of fools

Trickle down give me the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

Take over takedown big bucks shakedown
Schoolyard pusher offer anything-for-profit
First got to privatize then you get to piratize
Hooked on avarice- how do we get off it?

Trickle down give me the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

Trickle down give me the business
Trickle down supposed to give us the goods
Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood

Trickle down

March 2001 – Toronto.
co-written with Andy Milne

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Electric Guitar and Vocals
Rich Brown: Bass
Gary Craig: Percussion kit
Hugh Marsh: Violins
Ben Riley: Drums
Andy Milne: Piano

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

Instrumental

2000 – New Hampshire.
co-written with Andy Milne

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Gregoire Maret: Harmonica
Andy Milne: Piano

As I stare into the flames
filled up with feelings I can’t name
Images of life appear —
regret and anger, love and fear
Dark things drift across the screen
of mine behind whose veil are seen
love’s ferocious eyes, and clear
the words come flying to my ear

Go on — put it in your heart —
Put it in your heart

Terrible deeds done in the name
of tunnel vision and fear of change
surely are expressions of
a soul that’s turned its back on love
All the sirens all the tongues
The song of air in every lung
Heaven’s perfect alchemy
put me with you and you with me

Come on — put that in your heart
Come on, put it in your heart

All the sirens all the tongues
The song of air in every lung
Heaven’s perfect alchemy
Put me with you and you with me

Come on, put it in your heart
Come on, put it in your heart

November 18, 2001 – Montreal.

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: 12-string Guitar, Electric Guitar, Baritone Guitar and Vocals
Gary Craig: Drums & Percussion
John Dymond: Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violin
Maury Lafoy & Graham Powell: Harmonies

Also On
Slice O Life – 2009
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 6 – 2014

Abe Lincoln once turned to somebody and said,
“Do you ever find yourself talking with the dead?”

There are three tiny deaths heads carved out of mammoth tusk
on the ledge in my bathroom
They grin at me in the morning when I’m taking a leak,
but they say very little.

Outside Phnom Penh there’s a tower, glass paneled,
maybe ten meters high
filled with skulls from the killing fields
Most of them lack the lower jaw
so they don’t exactly grin
but they whisper, as if from a great distance,
of pain, and of pain left far behind

Eighteen thousand empty eyeholes peering out at the four directions

Electric fly buzz, green moist breeze
Bone-colored Brahma bull grazes wet-eyed,
hobbled in hollow of mass grave
In the neighboring field a small herd
of young boys plays soccer,
their laughter swallowed in expanding silence

This is too big for anger,
it’s too big for blame.
We stumble through history so
humanly lame
So I bow down my head
Say a prayer for us all
That we don’t fear the spirit
when it comes to call

The sun will soon slide down into the far end of the ancient reservoir.
Orange ball merging with its water-borne twin
below air-brushed edges of cloud.
But first, it spreads itself,

a golden scrim behind fractal sweep of swooping fly catchers.
Silhouetted dark green trees,
blue horizon

The rains are late this year.
The sky has no more tears to shed.
But from the air Cambodia remains
a disc of wet green, bordered by bright haze.
Water-filled bomb craters, sun streaked gleam
stitched in strings across patchwork land and
march west toward the far hills of Thailand.
Macro analog of Ankor Wat’s temple walls
intricate bas-relief of thousand-year-old battles
pitted with AK rounds

And under the sign of the seven headed cobra
the naga who sees in all directions
seven million landmines lie in terraced grass, in paddy, in bush
(Call it a minescape now)

Sally holds the beggar’s hand and cries
at his scarred up face and absent eyes
and right leg gone from above the knee

Tears spot the dust on the worn stone causeway
whose sculpted guardians row on row
Half frown, half smile, mysterious, mute.

And this is too big for anger.
It’s too big for blame
We stumble through history so
humanly lame.
So I bow down my head,
say a prayer for us all.
That we don’t fear the spirit when it comes to call.

July 1999 – Cambodia/Toronto

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Colin Linden: Additional Basses
Steve Lucas: Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violins and Keyboard Percussion
Ben Riley: Drums
Emmylou Harris: Harmonies

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

Wild things are prowling – storm winds are howling tonight
Everything’s transforming into pure crystals of light
The heart is a mirror; it throws back the blaze of love
Bathed in that glow it’s no secret what I’m thinking of

I want to wait no more
Wait no more
Wait no more

Sipping wine with angels in this torch-lit tavern by the sea
What does it take for what’s locked up inside to be free?
Fold me into you, you know where I’m dying to be
When my ship sets sail on that ocean of deep mystery

I want to wait no more
Wait no more
Wait no more

What does it take for the heart to explode into stars?
One day we’ll wake to remember how lovely we are
Lightning’s a kiss that lands hot on the loins of the sky
Something uncoils at the base of my spine and I cry

I want to wait no more
Wait no more
Wait no more

July 16, 2001 – Montreal

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Dobro and Vocals
Gary Craig: Percussion Kit
Larry Taylor: Upright Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violin
Stephen Hodges: Drums, Percussion
Jonell Mosser: Harmonies

Also On
Slice O Life- 2009

Here comes those silver celestial horses
Rays of the moon in the mountain air
I’m steeped in the steam of the last wild hot spring
Maybe I’m melting but I don’t care

There’s darkness in the canyon
But the Light comes pounding through
For me and for you

Tomorrow may be a hissing blowtorch
Maybe a silken sky shaken by the wind
The world’s in the wake of those whispering horses
But there’s always a pillar of cloud on the valley’s rim

There’s darkness in the canyon
But the Light comes pounding through
For me and for you

Still river full of the depths of the candles
Burning for the free ones riding on the other shore
Even at the heart of these breathing shadows
You can feel us gathering at the door

There’s darkness in the canyon
But the Light comes pounding through
For me and for you

For me and for you

August 18, 1978 – Nelson, BC. – Summer 2001 – Montpelier

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Electric Guitar and Vocals
Gary Craig: Percussion Kit
Larry Taylor: Upright Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violin
Stephen Hodges: Drums, Percussion Jackson Browne: Harmony

Also On
Slice O Life – 2009
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 2 – 2014

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

August 1, 2001 – Montreal

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Electric Guitar and Vocals
Gary Craig: Percussion Kit
Larry Taylor: Upright Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violin
Andy Milne: Piano
Dr. Divorce: Loop
Stephen Hodges: Percussion
John Whynot: Whistling
Emmylou Harris: Harmonies

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

Amid the rumours and the expectations
and all the stories dreamt and lived
Amid the clangour and the dislocation
and things to fear and to forgive

Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know what I’m saying to you
Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know

Amid the post-ironic postulating
and the poets’ pilfered rhymes
Meaning feels like it’s evaporating
Out of sight and out of mind

Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know what I’m saying to you
Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know

Though you find yourself alone and stranded
with no friend to take your side
On the endless road afoot and empty-handed
where the wild-eyed Cossacks ride

Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know what I’m saying to you
Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know

Spring birds peck among the pressed-down grasses
Clouds like zeppelins cross the sky
Anger drips and pools and then it passes
And I say a prayer that I

Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know what I’m saying to you
Don’t forget
about delight
Y’ know

February 22, 2002 – Montreal

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Steve Lucas: Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violin
Ben Riley: Drums
Sarah Harmer: Harmonies

In a horse-powered sleigh at the top of the town
sun coming up paints the snow all around with rose light

In front of the house where I’m supposed to be born
I don’t think I’m ready to walk through that door just yet

To be one more voice in the human choir
rising like smoke from the mystical fire of the heart

The wind that blows through everything
sweeps out the halls of my heart when I sing to you

It carries the moon and the stars and the rain
Carries the seagulls and carries my shame away

Spins me around, stops me running away
from all the things I’ve been waiting to say But don’t

Here
is bigger than you can imagine
Now
is forever

Sun coming up paints the snow all around
Rose on the roofs and the trees and the ground
And the stream
In my dream
Messenger wind swooping out of the sky
Lights each tiny speck in my human kaleidoscope
With hope

May 19, 2001 – Montpelier

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn: Acoustic Guitar and Vocals
Gary Craig: Percussion Kit
Larry Taylor: Upright Bass
Hugh Marsh: Violins
Stephen Hodges: Marimba



You’ve Never Seen Everything is Cockburn’s first full-length studio album since his 1999 critically acclaimed and JUNO Award winning Breakfast in New Orleans Dinner in Timbuktu. With a career that spans over three decades, countless tours and 27 albums, Cockburn has never stopped reflecting on political and social causes.

You’ve Never Seen Everything mirrors Cockburn’s deepening frustration with a world out of balance. Songs like the tense opening ‘Tried and Tested,’ the hypnotic ‘All Our Dark Tomorrows’ and, especially, the swirling jazz of ‘Trickle Down’ represent some of Cockburn’s most political songs since his ‘Call it Democracy’ and ‘If I Had a Rocket Launcher’ classics of the mid-1980s. Cockburn’s solution comes through in some of the most powerful songs of hope he’s ever written: the joyous ‘Open,’ the euphoric ‘Put It in Your Heart’ and the gorgeous closing ‘Messenger Wind.’

Co-produced with longtime associate Colin Linden, You’ve Never Seen Everything finds Cockburn collaborating with old friends as well as new acquaintances to create one of his most complete works yet. Guest vocalists include Emmylou Harris, Sarah Harmer, Jackson Browne and Sam Phillips.

Album Info
Production notes:
Produced by Bruce Cockburn & Colin Linden
Recorded and Mixed by John Whynot
Additional recording by Colin Linden

All songs written by Bruce Cockburn and
Published by ©2002 Golden Mountain Music Group

except: Trickle Down written by Bruce Cockburn, Andy Milne and Carl Walker and published by Golden Mountain Music Corp./Triborg Publishing/Phoe13 Myuzik
and
Everywhere Dance written by Bruce Cockburn and Andy Milne and published by Golden Mountain Music Group Corp/Triborg Publishing. All songs SOCAN.

Recorded between October 7, 2002 and December 16, 2002 at Studio Frisson, Montreal; The Clubhouse, Toronto; Deep Field, Nashville; Groove Masters, Los Angeles and Devonshire, Los Angeles

Mixed at Skip Saylor Sound, Los Angeles

Assisted by Jason Gossman, Bill Lane, Barry McClellan, Con Muurnaghan,Chris Schneer-Dyck,Rich Tosi,Jason Vescio,Jiulio Wehrti

Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound, New York

Art direction, design, layout, digital illustration & photography by A Man Called Wrycraft, Toronto Original photograph of Bruce: Carrie Nuttall

Direction: The Finkelstein Management Company, Ltd.
260 Richmond Street West, Suite 501
Toronto, Ontario Canada M%V 1W5
PH: 416-596-8696 FX 416-596-6861
e-mail: general_inquiries@truenorthrecords.com
www.truenorthrecords.com
www.brucecockburn.com

Grateful thanks to the following for their part in the making of these songs; the Infinite and his many agents; Marc Bregman; Don Cockburn; JenCockburn; Federico Fellini; Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hatiz (by way of Daniel Ladinsky); the hospitable folks in the Slocan Valley whose names, alas, I no longer recall; Andy Milne; Sally Sweetland; the Vietnam Veterans of America Foundation.

Thanks to M. J. Richardson for a beautiful place for Andy and me to work in, and for the following (possibly apocryphal) quote from Nostradamus:

“Come the millennium, month twelve, in the home of the greatest power, the village idiot will come forth to be acclaimed leader.”

Thanks to Debbie Van Dyke of Doctors Without Borders for her recording of the frogs of northern Zambia.

Thanks for the ongoing support of Judy Cade, Leslie Charbon, Bernie Finkelstein and all at True North, Sarah Ives, Sue Jenkins, John Laroque, Linda Manzer and Matt Talham.

Jackson Browne appears courtesy of: Elektra Entertainment
Sarah Harmer appears courtesy of: Round Records
Emmylou Harris appears courtesy of: Nonesuch Records
Colin Linden appears courtesy of: Sony Music Canada
Sam Phillips appears courtesy of: Nonesuch Records

Alternate cover for the US:

Bruce Cockburn - You've Never Seen Everything - 2003
You’ve Never Seen Everything – 2003


Bruce Cockburn - Speechless - 2005

Speechless

Bruce Cockburn - Speechless - 2005
Speechless – 2005

RELEASE DATE: September 25, 2005
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

Instrumental

Original release 1973 & 2005

Production Notes:
Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Taken from the True North Album Night Vision
Produced by Eugene Martynec and Bruce Cockburn
Recorded at Thunder Sound, Toronto between February and May 1973
Engineered by Bill Seddon

Instrumental

circa July 1992 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Taken from the True North Album Dart To The Heart
Produced by T Bone Burnett
Recorded at Bearsville NY, March 1993
Engineered by Joe Schiff
Mixed by Glyn Johns at Narnham Lodge Farm England

Instrumental

released 1976 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Taken from the True North Album In The Falling Dark
Produced by Eugene Martynec
Recorded at Eastern Sound, Toronto between September and November 1976
Engineered by Ken Friesen

Instrumental

New release 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
New recording
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded and mixed by Colin Linden
Recorded at Chapel of Shadows, Canada, June 2005
Mixed at Pinhead Recorders, Toronto

Instrumental

released 1996 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Gary Burton Vibes
Taken from the True North Album The Charity Of Night
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded at Reaction Studios, Toronto, Summer of 1996
Mixed at Kingsway,New Orleans
Recorded and mixed by John Whynot

Instrumental

(“To Knock About the World”) — released 1974 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Jack Zaza Clarinet
Taken from the True North Album Salt, Sun and Time
Produced by Bruce Anthony and Eugene Martynec
Recorded at Thunder Sound, Toronto between May and August, 1974
Engineered by Bill Seddon
Mixed at Manta Sound, Toronto by Leo de Carlo

Instrumental

released 1974 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Taken from the True North Album Salt, Sun and Time
Produced by Bruce Anthony and Eugene Martynec
Recorded at Thunder Sound, Toronto between May and August, 1974
Engineered by Bill Seddon
Mixed at Manta Sound, Toronto by Leo de Carlo

Instrumental

released 1973 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Taken from the True North Album Night Vision
Produced by Eugene Martynec and Bruce Cockburn
Recorded at Thunder Sound, Toronto between February and May 1973
Engineered by Bill Seddon

Instrumental

1999 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar and bells
George Koller Bass
Ben Riley Drums
Previously available only in Japan — [on the Japanese edition of 1999’s Breakfast in New Orleans, Dinner in Timbuktu]
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded and mixed by John Whynot
Recorded at Reaction Studios, Toronto, 1999
Mixed at Sound City, Los Angeles -)

Instrumental

April 29, 1989 – St. Louis

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Taken from the True North Album Dart To The Heart
Produced by T Bone Burnett
Recorded at Bearsville NY, March 1993
Engineered by Joe Schiff
Mixed by Glyn Johns at Narnham Lodge Farm England

Instrumental

released 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
New recording
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded and Mixed by Colin Linden
Recorded at Chapel of Shadows, Canada, June 2005
Mixed at Pinhead Recorders, Toronto

Instrumental

April 1990 – Mississauga, Canada

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitars
Edgar Meyer Bass
Booker T. Jones Organ
Michael Blair, Ralph Forbes Percussion
Mark O’Connor Mandolin
Taken from the True North Album Nothing But A Burning Light
Produced by T Bone Burnett
Production Assistant Joe Henry
Engineered and mixed by Pat McCarthy
Recorded at Ocean Way, Hollywood CA between May and July 1991

Instrumental

1999 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
George Koller Bass & Dilruba
Rick Lazar Percussion
Taken from the True North Album Breakfast In New Orleans Dinner In Timbuktu
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded and mixed by John Whynot
Recorded at Reaction Studios, Toronto, 1999
Mixed at Sound City, Los Angeles

Instrumental

Released September 2005 (written circa 1999)

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar, Tibetan bowl, Navajo flute and baritone guitar
New recording
Produced by Bruce Cockburn and Colin Linden
Recorded and Mixed by Colin Linden
Recorded at Chapel of Shadows, Canada, June 2005
Mixed at Pinhead Recorders, Toronto

Instrumental

released 1971 & 2005

Production Notes:

Bruce Cockburn Guitar
Taken from the True North Album Sunwheel Dance
Produced by Eugene Martyne
Recorded at Thunder Sound, Toronto between September and December 1971
Engineered by Bill Seddon



Bruce Cockburn’s first instrumental album featuring 3 brand new recordings and one track previously only available in Japan.

Album Info:

Compilation produced by Bruce Cockburn & Colin Linden

Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound, New York City

All songs written by Bruce Cockburn ©Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN)

Art Direction, Design and Layout by A Man Called Wrycraft, Toronto

Photography by Kevin Kelly

Angel with accordion, light on wood floor photographs by Michael Wrycraft

Direction:
The Finkelstein Management Company Ltd.
260 Richmond Street West, Suite 501
Toronto, Ontario, Canada M5V 1W5
PH: 416-596-8696 FX 416-596-6861
e-mail: general_inquiries@truenorthrecords.com
websites:
www.truenorthrecords.com
www.brucecockburn.com
www.rounder.com
ROUNDER 11661-3250-2
* Brand new recordings
-) Previously available only in Japan
www.rounder.com
www.truenorthrecords.com
®&© 2005 High Romance Music Ltd. under license to Rounder Records Corp.
Rounder Records, One Camp Street, Cambridge MA 02140 USA.
ROUNDER is a registered trademark of Rounder Records Corp


Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now - 2006

Life Short Call Now

Bruce Cockburn - Life Short Call Now - 2006
Life Short Call Now – 2006

RELEASE DATE: July 11, 2006
PURCHASE: iTunes | True North

Billboards promise paradise
And tattoos “done while you wait”
Possible futures all laid out
On the sweeping curve of the interstate

Got no city, got no land
Got no lover, got no wife
How many ways to say goodbye
Can one man fit in a nomad life?

Life short-call now

Lone car waxes, then it wanes
Leaves only voices in the hall
And in the room next door to mine
The bed is banging on the wall

You’ve no idea how I long
For even one loving caress
For you to step into my heart
Without deception or duress

Life short-call now

April 1, 2003 – Montreal

Met a mercenary once
Pushing lethal steel
Wanted me to watch his back
While he did his deal

He must have been a loser
Or he wouldn’t have looked to me
But I have to say, I liked the thought
Of living that guilt-free
Watching the way the women walk
Makes me think of you
And all my sins and all my stalkers
Affect me that way too
The pain on the horizon
Can’t sink me in sorrow
‘Cause I know I’m going to be
Seeing you tomorrow

O–see you tomorrow
See you tomorrow
See you tomorrow

Look at that big fat full moon
Hanging in the night
When I feel it calling me
The shackles seem to bite
These chains of flesh are sour and sweet
But these we must explore, oh
I know I’m going to feel complete
When I see you tomorrow

O–see you tomorrow
See you tomorrow
See you tomorrow

December 12, 2005 – Kingston

Also On
Slice O Life – 2009

You can’t tell me there is no mystery
Mystery
Mystery
You can’t tell me there is no mystery
It’s everywhere I turn

Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Snow lies bright
Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright
Can set my heart to burn

Stood before the shaman, I saw star-strewn space
Star-strewn space
Star-strewn space
Stood before the shaman, I saw star strewn space
Behind the eye holes in his face

Infinity always gives me vertigo
Vertigo
Vertigo
Infinity always gives me vertigo
And fills me up with grace

I was built on a Friday and you can’t fix me
You can’t fix me
You can’t fix me
I was built on a Friday and you can’t fix me
Even so I’ve done okay

So grab that last bottle full of gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
Grab that last bottle full of gasoline
Light a toast to yesterday

And don’t tell me there is no mystery
Mystery
Mystery
And don’t tell me there is no mystery
It overflows my cup

This feast of beauty can intoxicate
Intoxicate
Intoxicate
This feast of beauty can intoxicate
Just like the finest wine

So all you stumblers who believe love rules
Believe love rules
Believe love rules
Come all you stumblers who believe love rules
Stand up and let it shine
Stand up and let it shine

April 20, 2004 – Montreal

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

There’s a knot in my gut
As I gaze out today
On the planes of the city
All polychrome grey
When the skin is peeled off it
What is there to say?
The beautiful creatures are going away

Like a dam on a river
My conscience is pressed
By the weight of hard feelings
Piled up in my breast
The callous and vicious things
Humans display
The beautiful creatures are going away

Why? Why?

From the stones of the fortress
To the shapes in the air
To the ache in the spirit
We label despair
We create what destroys,
Bind ourselves to betray
The beautiful creatures going away

October 25, 2004 – Montreal

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

Instrumental
L ron N ron every kind of ron con
Neocon old con got to put the brakes on
Slow down fast

Lights out veins plugged zap it with another drug
Genejacker pharma thug say hello to superbug
Slow down fast

Shills and hawkers and rockers with walkers
Bombs in the lockers and brain dead mockers
Slow down fast

One-eyed sun leering through the haze
Hordes of loveless marching while the little drummer plays
Nail in the coffin rats in the maze
Dancing arm in arm towards the looming end of days
Got to slow down

Oil wars water wars tv propaganda whores
Fire alarm met with snores no one gets what’ gone before
Slow down fast

Flagwave hammer slave gonna be a close shave
Stay brave jump the grave got to save what we can save
Slow down fast

Got to slow down fast
Slow down fast
CSIS won’t you tell me what you’ve got on me?

January 9, 2006 – Kingston

Tell the universe what you’ve done
Out in the desert with your smoking gun
Looks like you’ve been having too much fun
Tell the universe what you’ve done

Tell the universe what you took
While the heavens trembled and the mountains shook
All those lives not worth a second look
Tell the universe what you took

You’ve been projecting your shit at the world
Self-hatred tarted up as payback time
You can self destruct-that’s your right
But keep it to yourself if you don’t mind

Tell the universe where you’ve been
With your bloodstained shoes and your dunce’s grin
Got to identify next of kin
Tell the universe where you’ve been

April 21, 2003 – Boston

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

Everything’s broken in the birthplace of law
As Generation Two tries on his tragic flaw
America’s might under desert sun
I saw her frightened eyes behind the muzzle of her gun

Uranium dust and the smell of decay
Sewage in the street where the kids run and play
Not enough morphine and not enough gauze
Firefight in darkness like snapping of jaws

This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad

You couldn’t see the blast-the morning was bright-
But some radiant energy flared up into the light
Like the sky throwing its hands up in a horrified dismay
Or the souls of the dead as they sped on their way

Carbombed and carjacked and kidnapped and shot
How do you like it, this freedom we brought
We packed all the ordnance but the thing we forgot
Was a plan in case it didn’t turn out quite like we thought

This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad
This is Baghdad

April 19, 2004 – Montreal

Also On
Rumours Of Glory box set – disc 7 – 2014

She said she wanted me
I had to let her know
It was never meant to be
And she had to let it go
She was pissed and hurting
But what was I supposed to do
I did not love her, but it’s
Different when it comes to you

Lamentations everywhere
All the colours turned to blue
Desperation laid her bare
She told me everything I could do
She told herself a story
That flat out wasn’t true
She made me feel sorry
But it’s different when it comes to you

I don’t want to go home tonight
I want to turn loose my lust
I want you to squeeze me tight
Do the things that we discussed
I bring you my broken self
With zero hidden from your view
I don’t usually do that but it’s
Different when it comes to you
I didn’t know I could do that, but it’s
Different when it comes to you

June 20, 2005 – Kingston

Endless silver
Wave forms crash in
Sea’s too big to fit in my brain [heart]
Nothings too big to fit in my heart

Seas come, seas go
Where they stood deserts flow
Time’s too big to fit in the brain
Nothing’s too big to fit in my heart

Spacetime strings bend
World without end
God’s too big to fit in a book
Nothings too big to fit in my heart

July 15, 2005 – Kingston



This is Bruce Cockburn’s 29th studio recording entitled LIFE SHORT CALL NOW. This beautiful album follows up 2005’s Speechless – Cockburn’s first-ever instrumental record. Life Short Call Now was recorded at Puck’s Farm outside of Toronto. It includes 12 Cockburn originals and features guest appearances from Ani Difranco, Ron Sexsmith, Hawksley Workman and Damhnait Doyle. Life Short Call Now was produced by JOHNATHAN GOLDSMITH who also produced Bruce Cockburn’s Stealing Fire in 1984. Several of these songs were written during and after Bruce Cockburn’s 2004 fact-finding mission to Baghdad. Some tracks feature Cockburn with a twenty-three piece orchestra which is a first for Bruce.

ALBUM INFO:
Produced by Jonathan Goldsmith
Recorded at National Treasures’ Studio, at Puck’s Farm, Schomberg Ontario
February 1 to February 25, 2006
Engineered by Jeff McMurrich
Assisted by Walter Sobzcak
Mixed at Phase One Studios, Toronto, Canada
March 5 to March 20, 2006
Engineered by Jeff McMurrich
Assisted by Greg Kolchinsky
Mastered by Greg Calbi
at Sterling Sound, New York, New York

All songs written by Bruce Cockburn
(c) Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN)
except Tell the Universe written by
Bruce Cockburn, Julie Wolf, Ben Riley and Steve Lucas and
published by Golden Mountain Music Corp/six pounder music/Ben Riley/Steve Lucas

Photography by Kevin Kelly

Art Direction, design, layout, digital illustration (bullet through world)
and photography (phone on fire) by A Man Called Wrycraft, Toronto

Direction:
The Finkelstein Management Company, Ltd.
260 Richmond Street West, Suite 501
Toronto, Ontario Canada M5V 1W5
PH: 416-596-8696
FX: 416-596-6861
e-mail: info@truenorthrecords.com
www.truenorthrecords.com
www.brucecockburn.com

The musicians are:
Gary Craig: Drums and Percussion
David Piltch: Acoustic and Electric Bass
Julie Wolf: Piano, Harmonium, Wurlitzer, Fender Rhodes, B3, Accordion and Melodica
Jonathan Goldsmith: Celeste, Glockenspiel, Maikotron, Prepared Piano, Piano on Mystery, and Fender Rhodes on Nude Descending a Staircase
Kevin Turcotte: Flugelhorn and Trumpet
Bruce Cockburn: Guitars and Vocals

Horns on Mystery:
David Buchbinder: Alto Horn
Kevin Turcotte: Alto Horn
Scott Suttie: Double Bell Euphonium
Paul Neufield: Sousaphone

Background Vocals:
Ron Sexsmith on Mystery
Hawksley Workman on Mystery and Slow Down Fast
Damhnait Doyle on Mystery, Life Short Call Now and Different When It Comes To You
Ani DiFranco on See You Tomorrow
Julie Wolf on Tell the Universe and To Fit In My Heart

String Orchestra:
Violas: Parmela Attariwala, Virginia Barron, Caroline Blackwell, Johnthan Craig, Steve Dann, Kathleen Kajioka, Jeewon Kim, Gary Labovitz, Teng Li, Nick Papadakis, Douglas Perry, Anna Redekip, Christopher Redfield, Angela Rudden, Beverly Spotton, Scott St. John, Josef Tamir, David Willms

Cellos: Maurizio Baccante, Roman Borys, Matt Bruceck, David Hetherington, John Marshman, Paul Widner, Winona Zelenka

Basses: Roberto Occhipinti, Charles Elliot

Score Preparation by Dan Parr
Strings Arranged and Conducted by Jonathan Goldsmith
Strings recorded by Jeff McMurrich at Glenn Gould Studios, Toronto on March 2 and 3, 2006
Assisted by Dennis Patterson and Pete Lawlor

We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada through the Department of Canadian Heritage (Canada Music Fund).

Ani DiFranco appears courtesy of Righteous Babe Records
Ron Sexsmith appears courtesy of Warner Music Canada
Hawksley Workman appears courtesy of Isedora/Universal


Bruce Cockburn - Slice O Life - Live Solo - 2009

Slice O Life – Live Solo

Bruce Cockburn - Slice O Life - Live Solo - 2009
Slice O’ Life – Live Solo – 2009

RELEASE DATE: March 31, 2009
PURCHASE: itunes | True North

Songs are linked to original album for lyrics.
Songs marked with ** are new songs.
And ++ indicates stories about the songs.

Disc One

1. Intro – Applause (0:46)
2. World Of Wonders (5:59)
3. Lovers In A Dangerous Time (4:36)
4. Mercenary Story ++ (3:07)
5. See You Tomorrow (4:41)
6. Last Night Of The World (4:52)
7. How I Spent My Fall Vacation (6:17)
8. Tibetan Side of Town (6:29)
9. Pacing The Cage (5:05)
10. Bearded Folk Singer Story ++(1:17)
11. End Of All Rivers (5:47)
12. Soul OF A Man (4:20)

Disc Two

1. Wait No More (5:49)

The citys hungry
Hear that rumblin under ground
The citys hungry
Hear that rumblin under ground

You better think twice
Before you go downtown

Man on a park bench
Face in a paper sack
Man on a park bench
Face in a paper sack

Look at him flyin
Above those tall smoke stacks

River wrapped in concrete
Hills made to stand in chains ?
River wrapped in concrete
Hills made to stand in chains ?

Ain’t the city pretty
Shines like tear drops when it rains

The citys hungry
Hear that rumblin under ground
The citys hungry
Hear that rumblin under ground

My baby grabs me
She starts to dance around
She starts to dance around
She starts to dance around

Brooklyn, New York

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn

3. Put It In Your Heart (5:11)
4. Tramps In The Street Story ++ (1:27)
5. Wondering Where The Lions Are (4:49)
6. If A Tree Falls (6:08)
7. Celestial Horses (7:48)
8. If I Had A Rocket Launcher (5:57)
9. Child Of The Wind (4:41)
10. Tie Me At The Crossroads (3:45)

Soundcheck

It takes to long to think of things like leaving.
I’m happy where I am.
I don’t know where I am,
But the trains don’t go there anymore.

If you want to see me drop a line
I’ll catch it if I can
And give it back to you
And we won’t be lonely anymore,

Now can you see I’m sort of lost here?
With no idea where to go.
You know I’d send for you
But the trains don’t run here anymore.
No the trains don’t run here anymore.Brooklyn, New York

This song was co-written by Bill Hawkins

Musicians:
Bruce Cockburn

12. Kit Carson – Soundcheck (4:53)
13. Mama Just Wants To Barrelhouse All Night Long (5:06)



Bruce Cockburn – Slice O Life / Live Solo – by Nick Jennings

The best live albums create the illusion of being there, witnessing an artist in a memorable performance. Bruce Cockburn has recorded three previous live recordings: Circles in the Stream (1977), Live (1990) and You Pay Your Money and You Take Your Chance (1997), each critically acclaimed and featuring Cockburn in concert with a backing band. Now, the celebrated musician-activist delivers something new: his first-ever live solo album.

Recorded last spring (2008) over a series of dates in the northeastern United States and one in Quebec, Slice O Life is a double CD that showcases a cross-section of Cockburn’s finest songs and some of his most dazzling guitar work. The album, produced by longtime associate Colin Linden, also includes one new song, ‘City is Hungry,’ three tracks recorded at sound checks on the tour and some between-song banter that shows Cockburn to be both a quick wit and an engaging storyteller.

Slice O Life features such hits as Cockburn’s controversial ‘If I Had a Rocket Launcher,’ his classic ‘Lovers in a Dangerous Time’ and his breakthrough ‘Wondering Where the Lions Are,’ which he rightly quips may be the only song ever to make the Billboard chart that includes the word ‘petroglyph.’ Originally recorded with a full band, these and other songs like ‘World of Wonders’ have been rearranged and performed on acoustic guitar—often with stunning results. In particular, the polyrhythmic solo on ‘Rocket Launcher,’ full of complex, cascading notes, is especially mesmerizing.

Besides the hits, the album recasts lesser-known songs such as ‘Wait No More’ and ‘Celestial Horses,’ both originally featured on Cockburn’s 2003 album You’ve Never Seen Everything, in a dramatic new light. The latter, full of slow, haunting reverb, now seems like an overlooked psych-folk masterpiece, while the former, played in a fast, bluesy drone on a Dobro guitar, takes on a compelling urgency. Similarly on ‘Tibetan Side of Town,’ Cockburn’s single guitar conveys a full, rich accompaniment—fluid, jazzy treble notes and Big Bill Broonzy-style droning bass notes—for his vivid tale of sensory nights in Katmandu.

Cockburn has often cited the influence of the blues on his music, especially the work of country-blues pioneers like Mississippi John Hurt. The blues tinge shines through in several other performances on Slice O Life, including Cockburn’s gut-wrenching rendition of Blind Willie Johnson’s ‘Soul of a Man’ and ‘City is Hungry,’ an hypnotic urban blues number in which Cockburn warns “hear that rumbling underground/better think twice before you go downtown.”

Meanwhile, the sound checks and introductions to songs reveal another side of the award-winning artist. One sound check involves Cockburn jamming wildly on his 12-string guitar before segueing into ‘The Trains Don’t Go There Anymore,’ a rare track he co-wrote in the 1960s with Ottawa poet Bill Hawkins. Cockburn’s humor comes across in anecdotes about panhandlers who claim to know his music and a mercenary who once offered him a summer job as a gun-runner while he was a student at Boston’s prestigious Berklee School of Music.

Fortunately for us, Cockburn turned down the job and stuck with music. Over 35 years, the Ottawa-born musician has recorded almost as many albums while earning respect for his charitable and activist work. “My job is to try and trap the spirit of things in the scratches of pen on paper, in the pulling of notes out of metal,” Cockburn said when he was inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame in 2001. He was also made an Officer of the Order of Canada and has been the recipient of honorary degrees in Letters and Music from several North American universities, including Berklee and Toronto’s York University. His many other awards have included the Tenco Award for Lifetime Achievement in Italy and 20 gold and platinum awards in Canada.

As a songwriter, Cockburn is revered by fans and musicians alike. His songs have been covered by such diverse artists as Elbow, Jimmy Buffett, Judy Collins, the Skydiggers, Anne Murray, Third World, Chet Atkins, k.d. lang, Barenaked Ladies, Maria Muldaur and the Grateful Dead’s Jerry Garcia. As a guitarist, he is considered among the world’s best. The New York Times called Cockburn a “virtuoso on guitar,” while Acoustic Guitar magazine placed him in the esteemed company of Andrés Segovia, Bill Frisell and Django Reinhardt. With Slice O Life, all of Cockburn’s formidable gifts are on full display. ~ Nick Jennings

Album Info:

Liner Notes written by Bruce Cockburn:

Over the years, several live CD’s have come out with my name on them. For purely circumstantial reasons, they been recordings of me with bands I’ve had at the time. I’ve liked this, because each band has been unique and interesting, and it’s felt good to have some of the performances preserved and made available to listeners who might not have heard them in person.

Those CDs have been well received, but there have always been people requesting a solo live album. Since half of what I do is solo, this made sense. So here it is. Sorry it took so long.

These performances are drawn from ten concerts recorded in May ’08. We’ve made an effort to put them together as one show, in the hope of giving you the feeling of being present in the flesh. For the same reason, we chose not to apply too much polish. What you hear is what it was.

We recorded all the sound checks as well as the shows. Out of these we captured songs and some random playing which turned out quite well but never ended up in the formal events. Bernie Finkelstein had the thought that we should create a section of the album to accommodate some of these. I liked this idea, and so as well as the concert, you’ll hear “the sound check.” (Maybe someday we’ll do a whole CD of sound check stuff.)

I think that’s all I need to tell you. Thanks are due to Bernie, Colin Linden, Jon Erickson, Steve Martin and Joshua Dick for making both the tour and the recording happen, and to all the promoters and venues involved, whose cooperation was crucial.

A special thank you to Linda Manzer for her guitars.

Hope you enjoy this little slice of the touring life!


Production:

Produced by Colin Linden
Recorded Live between May 14 and May 25 at Northhampton MA,
Boston MA, Ithaca NY, Rochester NY, Sellersville PA,

Recorded by Colin Linen & Jon Erickson

Mixed by Colin Linden
at Kampo Studio C New York & Pinhead Recorders, Toronto
Assisted by Jonathan Altschuler

Mastered by Greg Calbi at sterling Sound, New York New York

Photography by Joel Goldberg &Kiarash Sadigh
Courtesy of Riddle Films Inc.

Art direction, design, layout & video stills selected by
A Man Called Wrycraft www.wrycraft.com

Colin Linden thanks Janice Powers, Pat Dellett, Roma Baran
Ethan Coen, Greg Calbi, Brian “Brain” Harrison,
Jeff long at Long & McQuade Music-Toronto, John Whynot

All songs written by Bruce Cockburn.
Published by Golden Mountain Music Corp. (SOCAN)
Except: Silhouettes written by Bob Crewe and Frank Slay Jr. published
by Regent Music Corp., Soul Of A Man written by Blind Willie Johnson
/arrangement by Bruce Cockburn published by Golden Mountain Music
Corp. and The Trains Don’t Run Here Anymore written by
Bruce Cockburn & William Hawkins and published by Bytown Music.

We acknowledge the finacial support of the Government of Canada
through the Canada Music Fund for this project.

Tour Management and Front of House Sound: Jon Erickson
Bus Driver: Jon Glas Bus Supplied by Haljoe Coaches

US Agents and good friends:
Steve Martin and Joshua Dick at The Agency Group New York.

Direction:
The Finkelstein Management Company
137 Berkeley Street
Toronto, Ontario, Canada M5A 2X1
PH: 416-596-8696 ex 222
FX: 416-596-6861
bernie@finkelsteinmanagement.com
www.finkelsteinmanagement.com

www.brucecockburn.com / www.truenorthrecords.com
© Bruce D. Cockburn Ent.under exclusive license to High Romance Music Inc.
Marketed and Distributed by True North Records. All Rights Reserved. Made in Canada.
www.truenorthrecords.com


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