Bigfoot
David Brown

Well I've got an urge to start this
So like the very first cave artist - I begin
‘ cos I feel like I could do it
Like I’m guided by some spirit - from within.
It’s here in my subconscious
But what’s left upon the canvas - take a look
The birth is still and lifeless
Died 'twixt soul and right wrist
Despite the best laid plans
It seems I have the hands of the Bigfoot
Of the Bigfoot

So to the wood and steel
To express the way I feel - I am driven
But the creation of a riff
Is not one of the gifts - I’ve been given
My fingers all entwine
Trying to thread a line - around a hook
But deaf defying twists
Don’t get beyond the wrists
The rest of me is man but
It seems I have the hands of the Bigfoot
Of the Bigfoot

Sasquatch with a wristwatch
Cave man in Ray-bans
Lost above the tree line
In the haunted wood of his mind
Hoping all these trappings
Will make people think he's happy
Things are swell
… Oh well

Well I know it’s been a while
But something in your smile - says tonight
So with anticipation
I pre-plan the occasion - feeling high
But all the right ingredients
In an oven of impatience - overcook
Passion hits a crisis
'twixt my heart and my wrists
And the heat of the pans
Burn the fumbling hands of the Bigfoot
Of the Bigfoot