Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Douglas Cockburn OC is a Canadian singer-songwriter and guitarist. His song styles range from folk to jazz-influenced rock and his lyrics cover a broad range of topics that reveal a passion for human rights, environmental issues, politics, and spirituality...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth27 May 1945
CityOttawa, Canada
CountryCanada
song rocks rock-and-roll
I wanted to play rock and roll when I started playing. Nobody at that time ever thought about songwriting. You sang songs, that's all. You sang other people's songs. That's all there were.
writing half kind
The second half of the '60s really was a kind of learning period, in terms of writing, for me.
girl song morning
I woke up one morning with this song in my head, and the opening line of the song is, 'My name was Richard Nixon, only now I'm a girl.
song opportunity thinking
I like to think that if it hadn't gone as well as it has, if I wasn't able to make a living off of playing music, I would still be playing the music. But, of course, I wouldn't likely have had the opportunity to travel, and a lot of the places have inspired songs.
way imagine i-can
I can't imagine my life any other way than it's been.
war thinking ideas
A sane person doesn't think war is a good idea.
thinking years understanding
All these years of thinking, ending up like this: In front of all this beauty, understanding nothing.
war world found
Since the early '80s, I've found myself in war zones in various parts of the world.
thinking world another-day
Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay - the world survives into another day, and I'm thinking about eternity. Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
eye tragedy wake-up
Lord, spit on our eyes that we may see, how to wake up from this tragedy.
decision different world
There are some decision-makers in the world whose version of sanity is a little different from what I consider the right one.
friendship dog moving
I watch the confusion of friends all numb with love moving like stray dogs to the anthem of night long conversations of pulsing rhythms and random voltage voices in spite of themselves graceful as these raindrops creeping spermlike across the car window.
animal lions wonder
And I'm wondering where the lions are.
darkness daylight kicks
Gotta kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight.