Foecke Lyrics - Jane Siberry

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, generated into a larger more generous being 

(Fuck) 

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 Fuck that reached his labyrinthine ears his giantess 

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