Get up Jonah - Bruce Cockburn

    I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers
    It didn't take long: I don't know much about Turkish drummers
    But it made me think of Germany
    And the guy who sold me cigarettes
    Who'd been in the Afghan secret police
    Who made the observation
    That it's hard... to live
    Then I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec
    Who used to be head of the secret police in Danang
    And it occurred to me I was thinking about all this stuff to keep from
    thinking about something else
    Isn't that just what secret police are all about now?
    Somebody stands at a window
    Watches the river roll
    Trains rumble in the foreground
    With the weight of approaching dawn
    Flames from the refinery
    Rise broken-red and riveting
    And the high vault of heaven
    Looks far away and cold
    There's a howling in the factory yard
    There's a pounding in my head
    I'm swollen up with unshed tears
    Bloated like the dead
    (Instrumental break)
    Blood and ashes
    Time burning
    On the skyline dark against the stars
    A solitary horseman
    Lashed to the wheel
    Ripping in the storm
    Get up, Jonah
    It's your time to be born
    Get up Jonah
    It's your time to be born

    Marco Giunco
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