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The Big Pool
Steve Skaith / Mike Jones
Lyrics
There’s a mouth on the book she is reading
The lips are so red, they could almost be bleeding
As red as the shirt that she has to pull on
As the wind cools
By the big pool
She is asking advice of her mother
The woman in black she could not be another
As black as the look that she gives to the boys
Calls the, “Poor fools”
By the big pool
The big pool is frighteningly wide
It laps a town where the red and the black collide
Sometimes the waves even have to decide
The big pool stirs just outside…
At the edge of the square there’s a meeting
The men are in black and their wave is no greeting
Black as the sockets of skulls in a cellar
Yeah, the new ghouls
By the big pool
Through the dust there’s a cluster of young boys
Red neckerchiefs in the heat and the noise
Red as the past of Emilia-Romagna
Oh, by whose Rules?
By the big pool
The big pool is frighteningly wide
It laps a town where the red and the black collide
Sometimes the waves even have to decide
The big pool stirs just outside…
“Tell me again”, said the young girl
The sun’s setting red and my head’s in a whirl
Red is the colour that killed Aldo Moro
While black uniforms lived by torture and sorrow
But there’s no middle ground, not now or tomorrow
Still, I will choose
Versions
- ALive (4:23)
- BStudio Version (3:49)
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