Tytuł: Use me while you can

• Wykonawca: Bruce Cockburn
• Wyświetleń: 187

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