Foto: Bert Bevers | Falconplein, Antwerpen
Uit de collectie Bert Bevers 👉 (keuze tekstdichter en song) voorraad Mannen van Bevers: Steve Harley 👉
Red is a mean, mean colour
He can remember hearing words of wonder
Failure is on the inside
So often does he wonder
How hard it is without a guide
This manipulator of crazes
He can win any race that you name
Like a disease he comes in stages
And affects everybody the same
He's just a body, a beat-up body
He gets his kicks on a fatal crash
And he carries a sign that screams
Red is a mean, mean colour
He keeps his money under his mattress
And his conscience in his pocket
His heart runs on batteries
He has two eyes to each socket
He's just a body, a beat-up body
He gets his kicks on a fatal crash
And he carries a sign that screams
Red is a mean, mean colour
Life's a game of colours and shades
Life's an ugly hue
Life's a pageant that we paint
Life’s an ugly colour
Can you remember being south of Brighton
Head full of floating memories
Swimming to the grey horizon
Trying to escape the enemy
Who can quote from a thousand young poets
And with his flag on his back he can shine
Who has a dream but can never show it
Who is drunk from the mad man's wine
He's just a body, a beat-up body
He gets his kicks on a fatal crash
And he carries a sign that screams
Red is a mean, mean colour
Steve Harley
Timeless Flight, 1976
