Dancing in the Dark

Wednesday’s Headlines read:

Sexual abuse by UN peacekeepers

I think Bruce Cockburn’s song accurately describes this human predicament.I shudder at the thought that I’m equally as capable of heinous acts: I know that because of my own darkness.


Burden of the Angel/Beast

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

Chorus:

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

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


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

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

Listen to the song

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