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@ALBUM: 77.in.the.falling.dark
Author: Bruce Cockburn
ALBUM title: In the Falling Dark (1977) TN-26
Total Duration: 48:44 (10 tracks)


@SONG: Lord of the Starfields (3:25)

Lord of the starfields
Ancient of Days
Universe Maker
here's a song in your praise.

wings of the storm cloud
beginning and end
you make my heart leap
like a banner in the wind.

O Love that fires the sun
keep me burning.

Lord of the starfields
sower of life,
heaven and earth are
full of your light.

Voice of the nova
smile of the dew
all of our yearning
only comes home to you.

O Love that fires the sun
keep me burning.

(Burritt's Rapids 12/5/76)

@SONG: Vagabondage (4:18)

vagabondage
la danse du paysage
et dans les nuages
le decoupage
d'un tour billon avec des naufrages
vagabondage

toujours en route
nous sommes encore en route
on joue du tambour
on joue de la flute
comme l'eau qui bondit d'une chute
nous sommes en route

et bientot
dans le berceau
un autre petit tzigane
qui jouera du piano
pour les chemineaux
dans les bistros de la lune

saut perilleux
subitement il pleut
de la lumiere partout
et puis tout a coup
nous sommes trois clowns fabuleux
faisant des sauts perilleux

nous cinglons
dans le wagon
d'un train qui grandit sans cesse
comme l'univers:
haute dans les airs
une rose des veuts
pointe vers des nouvelles plages.

(Ottawa 10/7/76)


TRANSLATION: "Drifting"

drifting
the dance of the landscape
and in the clouds
the cutout
of a whirlwind with shipwrecks
drifting

always on our way
again we're on our way
somebody plays the drum
somebody plays the flute
like water leaping from a waterfall
we're on our way

and soon
in the cradle
another little gypsy
who will play the piano
for the hobos
in the bars on the moon

somersault
suddenly it's raining
light all over the place
and then all at once
we're three improbable clowns
doing somersaults

we skim along
in the coach
of a train that's perpetually expanding
like the universe:
high in the air
a compass-card
points toward new shores.

(Ottawa 10/7/76)


@SONG: In the Falling Dark (4:51)

and the lights lie tumbled out like gems
the moon is nothing but a toothless grin
floating out on the evening wind
the smell of sweat and lube oil pervades the night
and the rush of life in flight at the speed of light

a million footsteps whispering
a guitar sounds -- some voices sing
smoke on the breeze -- eyes that sting
far in the east a yellow cloud bank climbs
stretching away to be part of tomorrow's time.

earthbound while everything expands
so many grains of sand
slipping from hand to hand
catching the light and falling into dark
the world fades out like an overheard remark
in the falling dark.

light pours from a million radiant lives
off of kids and dogs and the hard-shelled husbands and wives
all that glory shining around and we're all caught taking a dive
and all the beasts of the hills around shout, "such a waste!
don't you know that from the first to the last we're all one in the gift of Grace!"

(Ottawa 9/3/76)


@SONG: Little Seahorse (4:29)

Little seahorse
swimming in a primal sea
heartbeat like a
leaf quaking in the breeze
i feel magic as Coyote
in the middle of the moon-wild night.

In the forge-fire time
your mother glowed so bright
you were like a
voice calling in the night
and i'm watching the curtain
rising on a whole new set of dreams.

The world is waiting
like a Lake Superior gale
a locomotive
racing along the rail.
It'll sweep you away
but you know that you're never alone.

Little seahorse
floating on a primal tide
quickening like a
spark in a haystack side
i already love you
and i don't even know who you are.

(Toronto 14/12/75)


@SONG: Water Into Wine (5:31)
(Instrumental)


@SONG: Silver Wheels (4:42)

high speed drift on a prairie road
hot tires sing like a string being bowed
sudden town rears up then explodes
fragments resolve into white line code
whirl on silver wheels (chorus)

black earth energy receptor fields
undulate under a grey cloud shield
we outrun a river colour brick red mud
that cleaves apart hills soil rich as blood

highway squeeze in construction steam
stop caution hard hat yellow insect machines
silver steel towers stalk rolling land
toward distant stacks that shout "Feed on demand"

100 miles later the sky has changed
urban anticipation -- we get 4 lanes
redorange furnace sphere notches down
throws up silhouette skyline in brown

sundogs flare on windshield glass
sudden swoop skyward iron horse overpass
pass a man walking like the man in the moon
walking like his head's full of irish fiddle tunes

the skin around every city looks the same
miles of flat neon spelling well-known names
USED TRUCKS DIRTY DONUTS YOU YOU'RE THE ONE
fat wheeled cars squeal into the sun

radio speakers gargle top 40 trash
muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
planet engines pulsate in sidereal time
if you listen close you can hear the whine

(Burritt's Rapids 21/7/76)


@SONG: Giftbearer (4:42)
(Instrumental)


@SONG: Gavin's Woodpile (8:03)

working out on Gavin's woodpile
safe within the harmony of kin
visions begin to crowd my eyes
like a meteor shower in the autumn skies
and the soil beneath me seems to moan
with a sound like the wind through a hollow bone
and my mind fills with figures like Lappish runes of power...
and log slams on rough-hewn log
and a voice from somewhere scolds a barking dog.

i remember a bleak-eyed prisoner
in the Stoney Mountain life-suspension home
you drink and fight and damage someone
and they throw you away for some years of boredom
one year done and five more to go --
no job waiting so no parole
and over and over they tell you that you're nothing...
and i toss another log on Gavin's woodpile
and wonder at the lamp-warm window's welcome smile.

i remember crackling embers
coloured windows shining through the rain
like the coloured slicks on the English River
death in the marrow and death in the liver
and some government gambler with his mouth full of steak
saying "if you can't eat the fish, fish in some other lake.
To watch a people die -- it is no new thing."
and the stack of wood grows higher and higher
and a helpless rage seems to set my brain on fire.

and everywhere the free space fills
like a punctured diving suit and i'm
paralyzed in the face of it all
cursed with the curse of these modern times

distant mountains, blue and liquid,
luminous like a thickening of sky
flash in my mind like a stairway to life --
a train whistle cuts through the scene like a knife
three hawks wheel in a dazzling sky --
a slow motion jet makes them look like a lie
and i'm left to conclude there's no human answer near...
but there's a narrow path to a life to come
that explodes into sight with the power of the sun.

a mist rises as the sun goes down
and the light that's left forms a kind of crown
the earth is bread, the sun is wine
it's a sign of a hope that's ours for all time.

(Burritt's Rapids 17/11/75)

(* "Lappish runes" -- Lapp Shamans covered their drums with striking magical symbols, which were then used to divine, contact spirits, etc.)
(* "English River" -- river system in north-western Ontario, polluted with mercury for the next hundred years by the Reid paper company. Nobody is doing much about the fact that the native people who live along its course have lost both food and liveliho


@SONG: I'm Gonna Fly Someday (4:03)

i'm gonna fly someday (repeat)
if i keep ready and watch and pray
i'm gonna fly someday.

(Calgary 29/2/76)


@SONG: Festival of Friends (4:40)

an elegant song won't hold up long
when the palace falls and the parlour's gone
we all must leave but it's not the end
we'll meet again at the festival of friends.

smiles and laughter and pleasant times
there's love in the world but it's hard to find
i'm so glad i found you -- i'd just like to extend
an invitation to the festival of friends.

some of us live and some of us die
someday God's going to tell us why
open your heart and grow with what life sends
that's your ticket to the festival of friends.

like an imitation of a good thing past
these days of darkness surely will not last
Jesus was here and he's coming again
to lead us to his festival of friends.

black snake highway -- sheet metal ballet
it's just so much snow on a summer day
whatever happens, it's not the end
we'll meet again at the festival of friends.

(Burritt's Rapids 5/4/75)