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Composer:
Ed Hooke
Date of
Composition:
April -
Date of
Recording/Copyright:
2012
Two swung through the jungle treetops
Lakeside bodies gently met
Slapped by slews of rampant raindrops
Grins & groans to not forget
A small brown girl. A tall white boy.
Left and stayed with wrenched affection
Each a distinct destiny
Your set menu life direction
held no taste for such as me.
In your plan would come a tall brown man
Ours remains a tale of nearly.
Dreams unlived enshrined unspoiled.
"What if"s we rejected really
Bright "might have been"s foiled.
Come back your long fingers slender.
Come back your sleek matchstick thighs.
Curved tops topped an old agenda.
Hesitant yet eager eyes
reappear now here after 9 years
Ours remains a tale of nearly.
Sweet shock as we touch once more.
Could I have been yours sincerely?
We both so unsure.
Commentary
A love story which almost started and then nearly almost started again....
I
sometimes think that the line “I love you. Well OK, not really.” should qualify me
for some sort of prize…
but the truth is
that this was never going to be enough
for either of us.
Draw blinds over tides and bridges
Cover clocks for these years nine.
Mundane mithers and mortgages
Ignore all! Pretend you're mine.
Swing as before through jungle treetops.
Ours remains a tale of nearly.
Skirt round the lake. Don't plunge in.
I love you. Well OK, not really.
Cue no violin.
Ours has been a tale of almost.
Part! Body parts part caressed.
Tomorrow so farred from so closed.
Lust not lost nor lessed.
Ours remains a tale of nearly.
Fly home from my skies of grey.
P'rhaps we should just meet 9 yearly
6 thousand miles away.
Shadows fade where you once shone.
Jumpa lagi 9 years on.
Ours has been a tale of not quite.
Gaze long then hands separate.
Reunion rendering contrite.
9 years too late.