DIALOGUE WITH THE DEVIL (or "Why don't we celebrate") - Bruce Cockburn

    standing on a rock in a river
    staring at the splintered sun
    you could drown yourself in jewels
    like a thousand other fools
    while you stand there looking down at what you've won.

    sitting on a mountain of ashes
    face to face with past regrets
    you could roll down to the canyon
    piss away this incarnation
    but remember that you pay for what you get.

    and he says "but don't you know
    how hard it is
    to hit the ground and mean it,
    and mean it?"

    walk the jangling streets of the city
    trying to find the buried sun
    you could drown yourself in jewels
    like a thousand other fools
    while you wander, waiting for it to be done.

    and he cries "why don't we celebrate?
    why don't we celebrate?
    love can make you sad
    come on, let's drive ourselves mad."

    and he's aware
    how hard it is
    to kiss the sun and mean it,
    and mean it.

    and he screams "why don't we celebrate?
    why don't we celebrate?
    life can make you sad
    come on, let's drive ourselves mad."

    standing on a rock in a river
    staring at the rain made one
    on the surface flashing diamonds
    rolling down the twilight canyon,
    and we shall kiss the sun in spite of him

    so why don't we celebrate?
    why don't we celebrate?
    why don't we celebrate? ...
     
     

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