Foecke Lyrics

In the beginning he was a baby just like any other
baby, my little son, Foecke.

Who would have known, in the beginning,
looking at his tiny unprotected frame,
that one day he would grow into the large,
granitine form. The primordial eye-of-the-elephant
through which humanity would send their anger out,
through as many languages as there are languages,
through the primordial eye-of-the-elephant out into the universe.

A baby like any other baby.
A child like any other child.
A boy like any other boy.

Until about grade three. And then things began to change.
My little Foecke. It began in the schoolyard.
Small outrages building up into larger outrages in
the childish systems. But these children were too young
to pull down the words that they needed to send their
inarticulateness out into the greater schoolyard.
Then, in one collective moment,
they noticed my son, Foecke. And they nicknamed him Fuck.

And so began the story of Fuck.
And with each intonation of his nickname,
my little son, Foecke, (Fuck) generated into a larger
more generous being. His muscles became more defined.
His eye became stronger and more constant.Jane Siberry - Foecke - http://motolyrics.com/jane-siberry/foecke-lyrics.html
And his back grew wide like a stairway to heaven.
And with every Fuck! that reached his labyrinthine
ears his giantness extended into lumbering and constancy
and tank-like purpose.

And as their childish rage grew into men's rage they
gravitated towards my son,
Fuck. Clambering to be lifted up and to have their
anger harmlessly sent out into the universe through
his great primordial eye-of-the-elephant.
And Foecke, (Fuck), that slow-moving son of mine,
the gentle giant, obliged them all.
He never said no. He allowed their inarticulate rage
to be exhumed in his name,
their impotence pressed against the comfort of his
broad and constant back. And as the ever-expanding
distortions of wisdom and truth triggered even more
rage throughout the world,
throughout as many languages as there are languages,
the Word spread like wildfire.
Fuck would accept everyone.
None would be turned away.
All could send out their most important message just
by calling upon his name. He would only grunt gently
as he bent to take you on.
And people came from far and wide and they were not
necessarily healed but they were not killed either.

In the beginning there was Foecke