Bruce Cockburn - Gavin's Woodpile 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 power
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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    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.
    Songwriters: BRUCE COCKBURN

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    Basically a master piece... 300 views?

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    indeed a masterpiece on every level .