Bruce Cockburn - Tibetan Side of Town lyrics

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Through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu

Dodging crowded humans cows dogs rickshaws -

Storefronts constellated pools of bluewhite

Bright against darkening walls

The butterfly sparkle in my lasered eye still seems

To hold that last shot of red sun through haze over jumbled roofs

Everything moves like slow fluid in this atmosphere

Thick as dreams

With sewage, incense, dust and fever and the smoke of brick kilns and cremations -

Tom Kelly's bike rumbles down -

we're going drinking on the Tibetan side of town.

Beggar with withered legs sits sideways on skateboard, grinning

There's a joke going on somewhere but we'll never know

Those laughing kids with hungry eyes must be in on it too

With their clinging memories of a culture crushed

By Chinese greed

Pretty young mother by the temple gate

Covers her baby's face against diesel fumes

That look of concern - you can see it still -

Not yet masked by the hard lines of a woman's

Struggle to survive

Hard bargains going down

When you're living on the Tibetan side of town.

Big red Enfield Bullet lurches to a halt in the dust

Last blast of engine leaves a ringing in the ears

That fades into the rustle of bare feet and slapping sandals

And the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets

Muffled by monastery walls.

Prayer flags crack like whips in the breeze

Sending to the world - tonight the message blows east

Dark door opens to warm yellow room and there

Are these steaming jugs of hot millet beer

and I'm sucked into the scene like this liquor up

This bamboo straw

Sweet tungba sliding down -

drinking on the Tibetan side of town