Foecke lyrics

Artist  : Jane Siberry 
Song : Foecke



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 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 f**k. 
 
And so began the story of f**k. And with each
intonation of his nickname, my little son,
Foecke, (f**k) generated into a larger more
generous being. His muscles became more defined.
His eye became stronger and more constant. And
his back grew wide like a stairway to heaven. And
with every f**k! 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, f**k. 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,
(f**k), 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. f**k
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