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Postcards From Cambodia

アーティスト:Bruce Cockburn  アルバム:You've Never Seen Everything  作詞:COCKBURN BRUCE  作曲:COCKBURN BRUCE 

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Abe Lincoln once turned to somebody and said, "Do you ever find yourself talking with the dead?" There are three tiny deaths heads carved out of mammoth tusk on the ledge in my bathroom They grin at me in the morning when I'm taking a leak, but they say very little. Outside Phnom Penh there's a tower, glass paneled, maybe ten meters high filled with skulls from the killing fields Most of them lack the lower jaw so they don't exactly grin but they whisper, as if from a great distance, of pain, and of pain left far behind Eighteen thousand empty eyeholes peering out at the four directions Electric fly buzz, green moist breeze Bone-colored Brahma bull grazes wet-eyed, hobbled in hollow of mass grave In the neighboring field a small herd of young boys plays soccer, their laughter swallowed in expanding silence This is too big for anger, it's too big for blame. We stumble through history so humanly lame So I bow down my head Say a prayer for us all That we don't fear the spirit when it comes to call The sun will soon slide down into the far end of the ancient reservoir. Orange ball merging with its water-borne twin below air-brushed edges of cloud. But first, it spreads itself,


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