Big Red

Duckie, you were born in the wrong time

Just to breathe anarchy

There’s truth in the way that you move

Through the 21st century

Little stitch, corner of the lips

Where the light burns daily

You’re the rhythm of the here and now

I’m the hammering threnody

And all the moments you’ve missed

Eat you up like a riddle

And what doesn’t exist

Can cut you through the middle

It’s a…

Big red

Big red

Mountain Rising!

Duckie, drown the noise with your voice

I sink in the melody

Shake up the language and the light

To restart the memory

Relearn the way the heart burns

When the storm bites tenderly

There’s such truth in the way you cut loose

From the 21st century

And now the ocean insists

It can meet us in the middle

And what doesn’t exist

Grows little by little

Like a…

Big red

Big red

Mountain Rising!

Just beyond your reach

Where the ancient windy beach

Falls from memory

And all the things you felt

With your fizzing senses

As you moved, light and loving

Along the knife-edge world

You can just about face it now

The spiralling smoke

From your lover’s throat

And the gathering storm

That you are wide open to now

The dream made flesh

In your thundering chest

And the imagination turns

Like a slow glow worm

Beneath the carbon moon

The carbon moon

And you raise your eyes

Not a moment too soon

To see things as they could be

With the reverence of all possibility

Believe me, what doesn’t exist

Grows little by little it’s a…

Big red

Big red

Mountain Rising!