Bruce Cockburn - Get Up Jonah lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Get Up Jonah lyrics]
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 now?
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 a howling in the factory yard
There's a pounding in my head
I'm swollen up with unshed tears
Bloated like the dead
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
Get up Jonah it's your time to be born