Bruce Cockburn - You've Never Seen Everything lyrics

Nobody's making me say this I'm talking to you Been travelling 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