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Nov. 20th, 2001 04:12 pm
Bruce Cockburn
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themidnightgirlI'm going to take a moment here to enthuse about a singer-songwriter that I've liked since I was given a compilation tape which included a song called "Trouble With Normal" when I was 15. It turns out that that's not an especially typical song...
Bruce Cockburn is a Canadian singer-songwriter. He's a superlative guitar player and he sings with a unique chocolate brown voice. But the thing that shines for me is his lyrics.
When two lovers really love, there's nothing there, but the suddenly compact universe of skin and breath and hair. - The Coldest Night of the Year.
From songs about love to songs about faith...
"I've seen a high cairn kissed by holy wind
Seen a mirror pool cut by golden fins
Seen alleys where they hide the truth of cities
The mad whose blessing you must accept without pity
You've been leading me
Beside strange waters" - Strange Waters
To politics, in particular, about countries like Nicaragua, Mozambique - countries torn apart by wars in large part funded by 'civilised' countries
"Some men rob the passersby
For a bit of cash to spend
Some men rob whole countries dry
And still get called their friend
And under the feeding frenzy
There's a wound that will not mend
In the mines of Mozambique" - The Mines of Mozambique
And back to love...
"In my heart there's a an image
Like looking through glass
Could be looking at me
Could be looking right past
I don't like it when
I can't tell which is true
But I wouldn't trade the world
For that picture of you" - Bone in My Ear
"This fragile body of touch and taste
This vibrant skin - this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste" - Lovers in a Dangerous Time.
Ah....
Go find some, buy some....
Listen to some grown up music for once :)
Bruce Cockburn is a Canadian singer-songwriter. He's a superlative guitar player and he sings with a unique chocolate brown voice. But the thing that shines for me is his lyrics.
When two lovers really love, there's nothing there, but the suddenly compact universe of skin and breath and hair. - The Coldest Night of the Year.
From songs about love to songs about faith...
"I've seen a high cairn kissed by holy wind
Seen a mirror pool cut by golden fins
Seen alleys where they hide the truth of cities
The mad whose blessing you must accept without pity
You've been leading me
Beside strange waters" - Strange Waters
To politics, in particular, about countries like Nicaragua, Mozambique - countries torn apart by wars in large part funded by 'civilised' countries
"Some men rob the passersby
For a bit of cash to spend
Some men rob whole countries dry
And still get called their friend
And under the feeding frenzy
There's a wound that will not mend
In the mines of Mozambique" - The Mines of Mozambique
And back to love...
"In my heart there's a an image
Like looking through glass
Could be looking at me
Could be looking right past
I don't like it when
I can't tell which is true
But I wouldn't trade the world
For that picture of you" - Bone in My Ear
"This fragile body of touch and taste
This vibrant skin - this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste" - Lovers in a Dangerous Time.
Ah....
Go find some, buy some....
Listen to some grown up music for once :)
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It depends what you want from your music. If you want something that makes you bop around, makes your feet tap and generally makes you go "Yay!" then that's cool. Occasionally, I feel the same. So I crank up my eighties pop or some big-hair rock and let rip.
Sometimes, I want something more. I want music with lyrics. Music written by people over the age of twenty-five, people who have something worthwhile to say and who combine that with the 'music' side of things. Music that makes me think and feel as well as foot-tap.
And most music tends to the infantile, as near as I can tell.
Music for grown-ups.
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