lirik lagu bruce cockburn - postcards from cambodia
abe lincoln once turned to somebody and said,
“do you ever find yourself talking with the dead?”
there are three tiny deaths heads carved out of mammoth tusk
on the ledge in my bathroom
they grin at me in the morning when i’m taking a leak,
but they say very little.
outside phnom penh there’s a tower, gl-ss paneled,
maybe ten meters high
filled with skulls from the killing fields
most of them lack the lower jaw
so they don’t exactly grin
but they whisper, as if from a great distance,
of pain, and of pain left far behind
eighteen thousand empty eyeholes peering out at the four directions
electric fly buzz, green moist breeze
bone-colored brahma bull grazes wet-eyed,
hobbled in hollow of m-ss grave
in the neighboring field a small herd
of young boys plays soccer,
their laughter swallowed in expanding silence
this is too big for anger,
it’s too big for blame.
we stumble through history so
humanly lame
so i bow down my head
say a prayer for us all
that we don’t fear the spirit
when it comes to call
the sun will soon slide down into the far end of the ancient reservoir.
orange ball merging with its water-borne twin
below air-brushed edges of cloud.
but first, it spreads itself,
a golden scrim behind fractal sweep of swooping fly catchers.
silhouetted dark green trees,
blue horizon
the rains are late this year.
the sky has no more tears to shed.
but from the air cambodia remains
a disc of wet green, bordered by bright haze.
water-filled bomb craters, sun streaked gleam
st-tched in strings across patchwork land and
march west toward the far hills of thailand.
macro -n-log of ankor wat’s temple walls
intricate bas-relief of thousand-year-old battles
pitted with ak rounds
and under the sign of the seven headed cobra
the naga who sees in all directions
seven million landmines lie in terraced gr-ss, in paddy, in bush
(call it a minescape now)
sally holds the beggar’s hand and cries
at his scarred up face and absent eyes
and right leg gone from above the knee
tears spot the dust on the worn stone causeway
whose sculpted guardians row on row
half frown, half smile, mysterious, mute.
and this is too big for anger.
it’s too big for blame
we stumble through history so
humanly lame.
so i bow down my head,
say a prayer for us all.
that we don’t fear the spirit when it comes to call.
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu evil poetry - beyond the tress of te sacred forest
- lirik lagu evereve - before sunrise
- lirik lagu dark reality - sternennacht
- lirik lagu cathedral - magnetic hole
- lirik lagu exmortis - deep red
- lirik lagu santana - them changes
- lirik lagu ever forthright - spineless
- lirik lagu exxplorer - objection overruled a: guilty as charged
- lirik lagu evil scarecrow - morbid witch
- lirik lagu exsanguination throne - call of the underground