| Song | You've Never Seen Everything |
| Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
| Album | You've Never Seen Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cockburn | |
| Nobody's making me say this | |
| I'm talking to you | |
| Been travelþing 17 hours | |
| Irradiated by signals, by images | |
| of viruses, of virtues | |
| like everyone | |
| Like exiled angels we swing out of the clouds | |
| Above night city- | |
| Fields of light broken by the curve of dark waterways | |
| On the other side of the world | |
| an unhappy teenage girl sets fire | |
| to herself, her house, her neighbourhood and some that dwell therein | |
| Sorry simulacrum of sad dawn | |
| You've never seen everything | |
| Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please! | |
| I'm trying to balance on a sloping bed in Naples | |
| or is it Skopje? I forget | |
| Through the thin hotel wall a man groans in his dreams | |
| And on the other side of the world | |
| the drug squad busts a child's birthday party | |
| Puts bullets in the family dog and the blood goes all over the baby | |
| And the Mounties are strip-searching schoolgirls | |
| because they can | |
| And a car crashes and burns on an offramp from the Gardiner | |
| Two dogs in the back seat die, and in the front | |
| a man and his mother | |
| Forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest - | |
| Pitchfork! | |
| And that the same or a similar instrument has been screwed to the dash | |
| to make sure the driver goes too | |
| You've never seen everything | |
| I see: | |
| A leader of the people with a ring in his nose | |
| And the leaders of business tell him which way to go | |
| With tugs on the golden chain which once led the golden calf | |
| And we're supposed to be impressed with their success | |
| But my mind goes blank before the unbelievable indifference | |
| shown life | |
| spirit | |
| the future | |
| anything green | |
| anything just | |
| Bad pressure coming down | |
| Tears - what we really traffic in | |
| ride the ribbon of shadow | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| Years ago when my brother was in India | |
| A small town baker got a bright idea | |
| He cut his flour with pesticide | |
| and sent a bunch of neighbours on their longest journey | |
| He was just being cheap -trying to make a profit | |
| Didn't even have shareholders to answer to | |
| But it's worth remembering, as we sell off the forest | |
| gene-splice the world's food into an instrument of control | |
| maim and destroy as acts of theatre, | |
| what came next - | |
| That when the survivors looked around | |
| and understood what had been done | |
| they butchered | |
| that baker | |
| Snow swirls in the parking lot light like flour | |
| like pesticide There's a trade war brewing - or at least that's the face they paint on it | |
| But it's only more transnational manipulation | |
| It's all bad magic and gangrene politics | |
| Hormone disruptors and carcinogenetics | |
| Greed twists eternal in the human breast | |
| But the market has no brain | |
| It doesn't love it's not God | |
| All it knows is the price of lunch | |
| Here I sit | |
| Staring at my own shadow | |
| Feeling my blood move | |
| Trying not to have a drink | |
| Trying to find somewhere to put the rage I'm carrying | |
| Bad pressure coming down | |
| Tears - what we really traffic in | |
| ride the ribbon of shadow | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| You've never seen everything |
| zuo ci : Cockburn | |
| Nobody' s making me say this | |
| I' m talking to you | |
| Been travel ing 17 hours | |
| Irradiated by signals, by images | |
| of viruses, of virtues | |
| like everyone | |
| Like exiled angels we swing out of the clouds | |
| Above night city | |
| Fields of light broken by the curve of dark waterways | |
| On the other side of the world | |
| an unhappy teenage girl sets fire | |
| to herself, her house, her neighbourhood and some that dwell therein | |
| Sorry simulacrum of sad dawn | |
| You' ve never seen everything | |
| Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please! | |
| I' m trying to balance on a sloping bed in Naples | |
| or is it Skopje? I forget | |
| Through the thin hotel wall a man groans in his dreams | |
| And on the other side of the world | |
| the drug squad busts a child' s birthday party | |
| Puts bullets in the family dog and the blood goes all over the baby | |
| And the Mounties are stripsearching schoolgirls | |
| because they can | |
| And a car crashes and burns on an offramp from the Gardiner | |
| Two dogs in the back seat die, and in the front | |
| a man and his mother | |
| Forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest | |
| Pitchfork! | |
| And that the same or a similar instrument has been screwed to the dash | |
| to make sure the driver goes too | |
| You' ve never seen everything | |
| I see: | |
| A leader of the people with a ring in his nose | |
| And the leaders of business tell him which way to go | |
| With tugs on the golden chain which once led the golden calf | |
| And we' re supposed to be impressed with their success | |
| But my mind goes blank before the unbelievable indifference | |
| shown life | |
| spirit | |
| the future | |
| anything green | |
| anything just | |
| Bad pressure coming down | |
| Tears what we really traffic in | |
| ride the ribbon of shadow | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| Years ago when my brother was in India | |
| A small town baker got a bright idea | |
| He cut his flour with pesticide | |
| and sent a bunch of neighbours on their longest journey | |
| He was just being cheap trying to make a profit | |
| Didn' t even have shareholders to answer to | |
| But it' s worth remembering, as we sell off the forest | |
| genesplice the world' s food into an instrument of control | |
| maim and destroy as acts of theatre, | |
| what came next | |
| That when the survivors looked around | |
| and understood what had been done | |
| they butchered | |
| that baker | |
| Snow swirls in the parking lot light like flour | |
| like pesticide There' s a trade war brewing or at least that' s the face they paint on it | |
| But it' s only more transnational manipulation | |
| It' s all bad magic and gangrene politics | |
| Hormone disruptors and carcinogenetics | |
| Greed twists eternal in the human breast | |
| But the market has no brain | |
| It doesn' t love it' s not God | |
| All it knows is the price of lunch | |
| Here I sit | |
| Staring at my own shadow | |
| Feeling my blood move | |
| Trying not to have a drink | |
| Trying to find somewhere to put the rage I' m carrying | |
| Bad pressure coming down | |
| Tears what we really traffic in | |
| ride the ribbon of shadow | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| You' ve never seen everything |
| zuò cí : Cockburn | |
| Nobody' s making me say this | |
| I' m talking to you | |
| Been travel ing 17 hours | |
| Irradiated by signals, by images | |
| of viruses, of virtues | |
| like everyone | |
| Like exiled angels we swing out of the clouds | |
| Above night city | |
| Fields of light broken by the curve of dark waterways | |
| On the other side of the world | |
| an unhappy teenage girl sets fire | |
| to herself, her house, her neighbourhood and some that dwell therein | |
| Sorry simulacrum of sad dawn | |
| You' ve never seen everything | |
| Sleep of the just, sleep of reason, any damn kind of sleep please! | |
| I' m trying to balance on a sloping bed in Naples | |
| or is it Skopje? I forget | |
| Through the thin hotel wall a man groans in his dreams | |
| And on the other side of the world | |
| the drug squad busts a child' s birthday party | |
| Puts bullets in the family dog and the blood goes all over the baby | |
| And the Mounties are stripsearching schoolgirls | |
| because they can | |
| And a car crashes and burns on an offramp from the Gardiner | |
| Two dogs in the back seat die, and in the front | |
| a man and his mother | |
| Forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest | |
| Pitchfork! | |
| And that the same or a similar instrument has been screwed to the dash | |
| to make sure the driver goes too | |
| You' ve never seen everything | |
| I see: | |
| A leader of the people with a ring in his nose | |
| And the leaders of business tell him which way to go | |
| With tugs on the golden chain which once led the golden calf | |
| And we' re supposed to be impressed with their success | |
| But my mind goes blank before the unbelievable indifference | |
| shown life | |
| spirit | |
| the future | |
| anything green | |
| anything just | |
| Bad pressure coming down | |
| Tears what we really traffic in | |
| ride the ribbon of shadow | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| Years ago when my brother was in India | |
| A small town baker got a bright idea | |
| He cut his flour with pesticide | |
| and sent a bunch of neighbours on their longest journey | |
| He was just being cheap trying to make a profit | |
| Didn' t even have shareholders to answer to | |
| But it' s worth remembering, as we sell off the forest | |
| genesplice the world' s food into an instrument of control | |
| maim and destroy as acts of theatre, | |
| what came next | |
| That when the survivors looked around | |
| and understood what had been done | |
| they butchered | |
| that baker | |
| Snow swirls in the parking lot light like flour | |
| like pesticide There' s a trade war brewing or at least that' s the face they paint on it | |
| But it' s only more transnational manipulation | |
| It' s all bad magic and gangrene politics | |
| Hormone disruptors and carcinogenetics | |
| Greed twists eternal in the human breast | |
| But the market has no brain | |
| It doesn' t love it' s not God | |
| All it knows is the price of lunch | |
| Here I sit | |
| Staring at my own shadow | |
| Feeling my blood move | |
| Trying not to have a drink | |
| Trying to find somewhere to put the rage I' m carrying | |
| Bad pressure coming down | |
| Tears what we really traffic in | |
| ride the ribbon of shadow | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| Never feel the light falling all around | |
| You' ve never seen everything |