Fascist Architecture - Bruce Cockburn

    fascist architecture of my own design
    too long been keeping my love confined
    you tore me out of myself alive

    those fingers drawing out blood like sweat
    while the magnificent facades crumble and burn
    the billion facets of brilliant love
    the billion facets of freedom turning in the light

    bloody nose and burning eyes
    raised in laughter to the skies
    i've been in trouble but i'm ok
    been through the wringer but i'm ok
    walls are falling and i'm ok
    under the mercy and i'm ok
    gonna tell my old lady
    gonna tell my little girl
    there isn't anything in the world
    that can lock up my love again

    (Denver, May 5th, 80)


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