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> The Hanson Brothers wrote:
>> "%" <persent@gmail.com> wrote in message
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>>> The Hanson Brothers wrote:
>>>> "%" <persent@gmail.com> wrote in message
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>>>>> % wrote:
>>>>>> The Hanson Brothers wrote:
>>>>>>> "%" <persent@gmail.com> wrote in message
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>>>>>>>> The Hanson Brothers wrote:
>>>>>>>>> .......recommend to me a song that I should download.
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> The Illinois Enema Bandit
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I thought you were joking, but you weren't.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOeOlcR_CgE
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> yay!
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> i would never fib in a newsgroup
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> plus , this is the second time you doubted my song title
>>>>>
>>>> Well, you like to kid around a bit.
>>>>
>>>> yay!
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>>> yea , but songs is songs ,
>>>
>>> " Gavins Wood Pile " ,
>>> and if you get it send it to me
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>>
>> I think you mean "Gavin's Woodpile". It's a Bruce Cockburn song. I
>> have not found it yet. But I'll send it to you when I do. Lyrics are
>> below.
>>
>>
>> Lyrics:
>>
>> Working out on Gavin's woodpile
>> Safe within the harmony of kin
>> Visions begin to crowd my eyes
>> Like a meteor shower in the autumn skies
>> And the soil beneath me seems to moan
>> With a sound like the wind through a hollow bone
>> And my mind fills with figures like Lappish runes of power1...
>>
>> And log slams on rough-hewn log
>> And a voice from somewhere scolds a barking dog.
>>
>>
>> I remember a bleak-eyed prisoner
>> In the Stoney Mountain life-suspension home
>> You drink and fight and damage someone
>> And they throw you away for some years of boredom
>> One year done and five more to go --
>> No job waiting so no parole
>> And over and over they tell you that you're nothing...
>>
>> and I toss another log on Gavin's woodpile
>> and wonder at the lamp-warm window's welcome smile.
>>
>>
>> I remember crackling embers
>> Coloured windows shining through the rain
>> Like the coloured slicks on The English River2
>> Death in the marrow and death in the liver
>> And some government gambler with his mouth full of steak
>> Saying, "If you can't eat the fish, fish in some other lake.
>> To watch a people die -- it is no new thing."
>>
>> And the stack of wood grows higher and higher
>> And a helpless rage seems to set my brain on fire.
>>
>>
>> And everywhere the free space fills
>> Like a punctured diving suit and i'm
>> Paralyzed in the face of it all
>> Cursed with the curse of these modern times
>>
>>
>> Distant mountains, blue and liquid,
>> Luminous like a thickening of sky
>> Flash in my mind like a stairway to life --
>> A train whistle cuts through the scene like a knife
>> Three hawks wheel in a dazzling sky --
>> A slow motion jet makes them look like a lie
>> And I'm left to conclude there's no human answer near...
>>
>> But there's a narrow path to a life to come
>> That explodes into sight with the power of the sun
>>
>>
>> A mist rises as the sun goes down
>> And the light that's left forms a kind of crown
>> The earth is bread, the sun is wine
>> It's a sign of a hope that's ours for all time.
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> you like it already ay
I heard all this years ago. Someone in my family had all the albums and was
into it. They might still have. If not, I can get one at the used record
shop here.
I love Bruce Cockburn. I think what attracted me to him, originally, was his
finger picking guitar style. And then the meaning in some of his songs.
Bruce Cockburn - "Wondering Where The Lions Are"
http://www.anyones-guess.com/listenhere/wherethelionsare.mp3
Bruce Cockburn is a Canadian! - yay!
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