Bruce Cockburn — The Embers Of Eden
Album: Breakfast in New Orleans Dinner in TimbuktuAvg rating:
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You knelt on the carpet, crimson and stained
Light trickled over your black dress like rain
Your lips were hot and my shocked heart screamed
And I can't scrape my eyes free of this dream
We each occupy the same space/time
Matter, antimatter, tangled like vines
And the awful tolling, and the cold rain outside
And I cannot scrape this dream off my eyes
And the embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
And the great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face
And the embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
And the great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face
Light trickled over your black dress like rain
Your lips were hot and my shocked heart screamed
And I can't scrape my eyes free of this dream
We each occupy the same space/time
Matter, antimatter, tangled like vines
And the awful tolling, and the cold rain outside
And I cannot scrape this dream off my eyes
And the embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
And the great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face
And the embers of Eden burn
You can even see it from space
And the great and winding wall between us
Seem to copy the lines of your face
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soulspin wrote:
Discovered Bruce about 2 years ago. What a glorious day. First song I heard was "Live on my mind". :)
Bruce has a HUGE catalog of material. I would like to recommend The Charity of Night, Stealing Fire and Nothing But A Burning Light
Discovered Bruce about 2 years ago. What a glorious day. First song I heard was \"Live on my mind\". :)