Bruce *****burn - Use Me While You Can Lyrics
There's a black and white crowon the back of a two-toned sheepin a field of broken yellow stalksbelow looming cliffs.High above the plainslittle grey houses blendwith giant jagged bouldersand pale weathered stumps.Life in the ghost of the bush.Wind whips the acacias and strange forked palmsThat cluster around the water holeSuddenly, out of the blowing sandA milk-white camel appears.Turbaned rider, blue robe billowing,bounces with the shambling trot;wears a sword and a rifle on his back,and hanging from his neck, a transistor radio...You blink and like ghosts, they're goneUnder the wan disc of sand-masked sunA woman grins - spits expertlyInto the path of a struggling black beetleSix feet awayHoists her water bucket onto her headAnd strides off up the trail...Sun a steel ball glowingBehind endless blowing sandSun a steel ball glowingDust of fallen empires slowly flowing through my handsUse me while you canPearl held in black fingersIs the moon behind dry treesPearl held in black fingersBird inside the rib cage is beating to be freeUse me while you canI've had breakfast in New OrleansDinner in TimbuktuI've lived as a stranger in my own house, tooDark hand waves in lamplightCowrie shell patterns changeAnd nothing will be the same againBullet in a sandstormLooking for a place to landBullet in a sandstormFull heart beats an empty oneIn the deck they dealt to manUse me while you can
