Bruce Cockburn - Berlin Tonight lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Berlin Tonight lyrics]
Dull twilight spit's hesitant sulphur rain
Sky been down around our ears for weeks
Only once gap-glimpsed moon over
That anal-retentive border wall
As we laughed through some midnight
Checkpoint under yellow urban cloud
Weeks of frantic motion petrol
Veins of Europe pumping
Through scratchy acid-bitten transparent
Winter trees
Through brownish haze that makes a
Ghost of the horizon i'm rushing after some
Ever-receding destination
Berlin tonight table dancing in black tights
Waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
Shapechanging over glass
On the front line of the last gasp
Green shoots of winter wheat
And patches of snow
Russian walks dog in Saxon field
From the top of a solitary tree like
The one on the flag of Lebanon
Unblinking eye of hawk follows
Traffic on the Autobahn
Tank convoy winds down smokestack valley
Proud chemical pennants wave against the sky
Turret gunner laughs when I throw up my hands
I'm all glasses and grin to him
Under my "commie" fur hat
Berlin tonight table dancing in black tights
Waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
Shapechanging over glass
On the front line of the last gasp
Berlin tonight table dancing in black tights
Waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
Shapechanging over glass
On the front line of the last gasp
Sky been down around our ears for weeks
Only once gap-glimpsed moon over
That anal-retentive border wall
As we laughed through some midnight
Checkpoint under yellow urban cloud
Weeks of frantic motion petrol
Veins of Europe pumping
Through scratchy acid-bitten transparent
Winter trees
Through brownish haze that makes a
Ghost of the horizon i'm rushing after some
Ever-receding destination
Berlin tonight table dancing in black tights
Waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
Shapechanging over glass
On the front line of the last gasp
Green shoots of winter wheat
And patches of snow
Russian walks dog in Saxon field
From the top of a solitary tree like
The one on the flag of Lebanon
Unblinking eye of hawk follows
Traffic on the Autobahn
Tank convoy winds down smokestack valley
Proud chemical pennants wave against the sky
Turret gunner laughs when I throw up my hands
I'm all glasses and grin to him
Under my "commie" fur hat
Berlin tonight table dancing in black tights
Waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
Shapechanging over glass
On the front line of the last gasp
Berlin tonight table dancing in black tights
Waving a silver crutch in the blue lights
Shapechanging over glass
On the front line of the last gasp