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Candy Man's Gone by Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn born in 1945 in Ottawa, ON, Canada. He has stated in interviews that his first guitar was one he found around 1959 in his grandmother's attic, which he adorned with golden stars and used to play along to radio hits. Lyrics: Sun climbs toward high noon, Glints metallic off the bowl of the spoon Sliding through the air toward parted lips Watch the expression when the straight taste hits Face crumples, tongue's quickly withdrawn I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone Oh sweet fantasia of the safe home Where nobody has to scrape for honey at the bottom of the comb Where every actor understands the scene And nobody ever means to be mean Catch it in a dream, catch it in a song Seek it on the street, you find the candy man's gone I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone In the bar, in the senate, in the alley, in the study Pimping dreams of riches for everybody "Something for nothing, new lamps for old And the streets will be platinum, never mind gold" Well, hey, pass it on Misplaced your faith and the candy man's gone I hate to tell you but the candy man's gone