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The Big Pool - Steve Skaith
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
Woo
The woman in black
She could not be another
Woo
As black as the look
That she gives to the boys
Calls them poor fools
By the big pool
The big pool is frighteningly wide
Lapping a town
Where the red and the black collide
Sometimes the waves
Even have to decide
Ooh
Oh the big pool stirs just outside
At the edge of the square
There's a meeting
Woo
The men are in black
And their wave is no greeting
Woo
Black as the sockets of skulls in a cellar
The new ghouls
By the big pool
And through the dust
There's a cluster of young boys
Woo
Red neckerchief's in the heat and the noise
Woo
Red as the past of Emilia-Romagna
By whose Rules
By the big pool
The big pool is frighteningly wide
Lapping a town
Where the red and the black collide
Sometimes the waves
Even have to decide
Ooh
Oh the big pool stirs just outside
Tell me again said the young girl
Woo
The sun's setting red
And my head's in a whirl
Woo
Red is the colour
That killed Aldo Moro
While black uniforms
Lived by torture and sorrow
There's no middle ground
Not now or tomorrow
Still I will choose
I will choose
By the big pool
The big pool is frighteningly wide
Lapping a town
Where the red and the black collide
Sometimes the waves
Even have to decide
Ooh
The big pool
Stirs just outside
