Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Douglas Cockburn OC is a Canadian singer-songwriter and guitarist. His song styles range from folk to jazz-influenced rock and his lyrics cover a broad range of topics that reveal a passion for human rights, environmental issues, politics, and spirituality...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth27 May 1945
CityOttawa, Canada
CountryCanada
war world found
Since the early '80s, I've found myself in war zones in various parts of the world.
artist wonderful charitable
The invitation for artists to compete to see who can be the most charitable is a wonderful thing.
blessed looks littles
Little round planet in a big universe, sometimes it looks blessed, sometimes it looks cursed. Depends what you look at obviously, but even more it depends on the way that you see.
thinking world another-day
Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay - the world survives into another day, and I'm thinking about eternity. Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
eye tragedy wake-up
Lord, spit on our eyes that we may see, how to wake up from this tragedy.
philosophy sight dragons
In between effect and cause and just beyond the range of normal sight, this glittering joker was dancing in the dragon's jaws.
religious religion way
Love the Lord and in him love me too. And in him, go your own way and I'll be right here with you.
decision different world
There are some decision-makers in the world whose version of sanity is a little different from what I consider the right one.
friendship dog moving
I watch the confusion of friends all numb with love moving like stray dogs to the anthem of night long conversations of pulsing rhythms and random voltage voices in spite of themselves graceful as these raindrops creeping spermlike across the car window.
animal lions wonder
And I'm wondering where the lions are.
darkness daylight kicks
Gotta kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight.
sex flags politics
Wave the flag, wave the Bible, wave your sex or your business degree, whatever you want, just don't wave that thing at me.
rip rivers forever
Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever Redemption rips through the surface of time In the cry of a tiny babe.
song rocks rock-and-roll
I wanted to play rock and roll when I started playing. Nobody at that time ever thought about songwriting. You sang songs, that's all. You sang other people's songs. That's all there were.