The Incomplete Cacophony



The Separation Circle







The Incomplete Cacophony

Whither Now?


No Windows

Where Brick Fields Lay

Waiata Poi

Yesterday's News

Shall Run Again


Must Be The Seat

Nocturnal Howls Surface

A Tale Of Nearly

An Airport, A Harbour
and the Wandering Journeyman
on the Other Side of the Horse

Space Travel Backwards

Towards India Gate

Steps Small

Behind the Noise

Words & music by Ed Hooke, September 2009   -    Ed Hooke 2009









 "I like the progressions"





Crucifixion nailed my childhood
No saviour suffered my pains
'til she came and truly saw,
removing gently all my chains





I was not quite sixteen
- a fearful child in a god-fearing part of nowhere.
They taught us to obey.
We learned to pray.
We learned what was forbidden.

I learned to be ashamed.
I tried to banish thoughts I thought were sinful.
I tried to hide but became awkward, shy and foreign to affection.
I closed my eyes.
Cobwebs gathered to my soul.

I did not understand why the stranger came from her far-off land to visit our town;
a glimpse of life unknown: calm, confident exotic smile, eyes shining,
and all the boys spoke in wonder and admired.

When dusk sent my friends home
alone I lingered in the half-light of the wasteland.
Emerging from the gloom, a foreign shape to my surprise approached me.
She approached me, and she smiled as if she knew.

We walked beside the stream,
the town lights twinkling ever fainter from behind us.
A gentle cool night breeze stroked the trees and set them all a-swaying
and I swayed too - not due to currents of the air.

Dance to a forbidden drum.
Wake, wake a forbidden need.
Reach through to me, yet forbidden.
Let searching forbidden hands find hidden forbidden skin.
Coax passion's forbidden flames deep within.

And beneath the stars we sat down.
She stilled my trembling hands.
And the heavens dark parted the clouds to reveal the Moon.


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