Bruce Cockburn song performed by Donnie Eidthttp://www.donnieeidt.comSlid out of my dreams like a baby out of the nurse\'s handsOnto the hard floor of dayI\'d been wearing OJ\'s gloves and I couldn\'t get them offIt was too early but I couldn\'t sleepShowered and dressed, stepped out into the heatThe parrot things on the porch next doorAnnounced my arrival on Chartres StreetWith their finest rendition of squealing brakesDown in Kaldi\'s café the newspaper headlines promised new revelations\nConcerning Prince Charles\' Amex account\nA morose young man in old-tim Austrian drag \nStares past his long mustache at the ground\nAnd last night\'s punks and fetish kids \nAll tattoos and metal bits\nAnd in the other corner (wearing the white trunks)\nToday\'s tourists already sweating\n\nDeep in the city of the saints and fools\nPearls before pigs and dung become jewels\nI sit down with tigers, I sit down with lambs\nNone of them know who exactly I am\n\n\nI\'ve got this thing in my heart\nI must give you today\nIt only lives when you \nGive it away\nLanguid mandalla of the ceiling fan\nTeases the air like a slow stroking hand\nStudy the faces, study the cards\nStudy the shadow creeping over the yard\n\n\nI\'ve got this thing in my heart\nI must give you today\nIt only lives when you \nGive it away\nTrouble with the nations, trouble with relations\nWhere you going to go to find illumination?\nToo much to carry, too much to let go\nTime goes fast - learning goes slow\n\n\nBut I\'ve got this thing in my heart\nI must give you today\nIt only lives when you \nGive it away BruceCockburn, DonnieEidt, Giveitaway, Gratefuldead, RobertHunter, sarahjan42