The Hammock Papers: Cockburn

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27 March 2026

Bruce Cockburn, "Child of the Wind"

11 July 2024

Jimmy Buffett, "Life Short Call Now"

I love it when a cover is better than the original.

08 February 2024

Bruce Cockburn, "Life Short, Call Now"

Jimmy does the honors ...

Call now.

I love it when a cover is better than the original.

30 April 2022

Bruce Cockburn, "40 Years in the Wilderness"

11 December 2021

28 May 2021

27 May 2021

Happy Birthday, Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn was born on this day in 1945.

"Pacing the Cage" ...

18 April 2020

Bruce Cockburn, "Wondering Where the Lions Are"

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

I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren't half as frightening as they were before
But I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Walls windows trees, waves coming through
You be in me and I'll be in you
Together in eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Up among the firs where it smells so sweet
Or down in the valley where the river used to be
I got my mind on eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

And I'm wondering where the lions are...

... Gonna sail into eternity.

22 February 2020

Bruce Cockburn, "Sunrise on the Mississippi"

30 October 2019

Bruce Cockburn, "Angels in the Half Light"

24 September 2019

Excellent.

An excellent album ...

22 August 2019

Bruce Cockburn, "Understanding Nothing"

20 August 2019

Bruce Cockburn, "Bardo Rush"

23 March 2019

Bruce Cockburn, "Pacing the Cage"

12 September 2018

Bruce Cockburn, "States I'm In"

10 March 2018

Jimmy Buffett, "Pacing the Cage"

27 January 2018

Bruce Cockburn, "World of Wonders"

21 October 2017

Bruce Cockburn, "The Gift"

24 September 2017

Bruce Cockburn, "40 Years in the Wilderness"

Forty years in the wilderness getting to know the beasts

Projected and reflected on the greatest and the least

Forty years of days and nights -- angels hovering near

Kept me moving forward though the way was far from clean

And they said

Take up your load

Run south to the road

Turn to the setting sun

Sun going down

Got to cover some ground

Before everything comes undone

Comes undone

Forty years in the wilderness dancing with the flies

Dazzled by the visions rolling out before my eyes

Angel-made graffiti, demons in disguise

You could trade away your birthright for another day's supplies

Or you could

Take up your load

Run south to the road

Turn to the setting sun

Sun going down

Got to cover some ground

Before everything comes undone

Comes undone

Rising with the height of land, falling with the crowd

Spirits in the scouring wind called my name out loud

Said you could go to heaven, you could go to hell

You could hang out in between in the place you know so well

Or you could

Take up your load

Run south to the road

Turn to the setting sun

Sun going down

Got to cover some ground

Before everything comes undone

Comes undone

15 August 2017

Cockburn.

Bruce Cockburn recorded in performance at the Fur Peace Ranch, June 1, 2017 ... HERE.

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."