Bruce Cockburn Lyrics
"Tibetan Side Of Town"

Through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu
Dodging crowded humans, cows, dogs, rickshaws
Storefronts constellated pools of blue-white
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