Burden Of The Angel/Beast - Bruce Cockburn

    From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
    Everybody's looking for who they are
    Those who know don't have the words to tell
    And the ones with the words don't know too well

    Could be the famine
    Could be the feast
    Could be the pusher
    Could be the priest
    Always ourselves we love the least
    That's the burden of the angel/beast

    Birds of paradise -- birds of prey
    Here tomorrow, gone today
    Cross my forehead, cross my palm
    Don't cross me or I'll do you harm


    We go crying, we come laughing
    Never understand the time we're passing
    Kill for money, die for love
    Whatever was God thinking of?



    Marco Giunco
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