Big's April musical obsession

[BigMcLargehuge]

As all who've read my posts know I am a longtime fan of Marillion. I am also a longtime fan of their original frontman Derek William Dick, AKA Fish. In 2004 he released Field of Crows. Upon which the second track, Moving Targets, has been looped in my iPod and on iTunes for just over a week now.

Man is this a great song...

Ostensibly it's a song about the Washington DC snipers, but he uses their story as a metaphor as well.

If you've heard it, I'd love to know if you feel the same as I do.

Here are the lyrics -

Moving Targets — Fish

Oily river, running deep
Dirty water, racing through the city streets
Swollen gutters, summer storms
Walking wounded, stand to in another dawn
Watching in silence, one eye on the time
One eye on the madness around them
They don't know they're blind

His mind on the trigger he picks up a magazine
exits the underground enters the scene
And check outs the world and all the moving targets
And just his sights step taken the moving targets

Locked and loaded
Safety off
Checks his bearings on the ground before taking off
Middle distance, draws a bead
Allowing a margin for error, he takes a lead
He's out in the open, he's out on his own
So far from his family, so far from home
Came out of his hiding, came out of the trees
He blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields

Only to find he'd become a moving target
He walked out in the world and became a moving target
Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target

And with the breath still in his lungs
He steadies his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun
His sights set on the world, his heartbeat slows
His pulse, marking the time,
He senses the pressure of the moment and clears his mind
He calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream

Moving targets

Rolling numbers
Rolling bones
Lucky ladies
He takes them out and takes them down
Collecting trophies
Hunting game
No remorse as they've only got themselves to blame
Breeding high innocence
Running in herds
The weak and woeful
Get what they deserve
There's no room for pity
There's no space for guilt
In this murderous city it's kill or be killed

When you're running in the field you become a moving target
When you start making marks you become a moving target
You take your first step in the world and become a moving target
When you walk in the world you become a moving target
Wander in shopping malls
Moving targets
The high school assembly halls
Moving targets
At fuel stops and parking lots
Moving targets
In high streets and supermarts
Moving targets

Moving targets
No place to hide
No place to hide
Bang bang bang
Bang bang bang

There's no place to hide

[BigMcLargehuge]

1. Kick

because I am fighting with a credit card company and need the emotion boost of this song.

Never let it be said that escallating things to the state Attorney General's office, and the Federal Trade Commission isn't about the most fun you can have with your pants on!