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The Further Sermons of Father McKenzie

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The Further Sermons of Father McKenzie 08 Portrait in Halls with Tall Bare Walls.mp3

Composer:   Ed Hooke
Date of Composition:   April 2017
Date of Recording/Copyright:    April 2017


Commentary
For Nilay


All persons, events & details mentioned in this song are completely factual except where they’re not.


At some point I’ll expand this bit with an explanation of the different reference points in the song - by that time, of course, most people will have lost interest!

Portrait in Halls with Tall Bare Walls

She fits in one way but not another.

Prudently pilled some storms are stilled inside her head.

Outside though she remains the outsider.

Precious peer pressures pile up around her bed.

Linguistics(’) licks like fruit flies.

Attack ticked syntactic sins.

She edits her education
to take time to tend to tender money tins.

No-one said it would be easy
but no-one said it would be this tough.
No-one stopped to state out straight
that a student’s study state stays stressed & stuffed with stuff.

She waits in halls with tall bare walls
paned with pained unpainted paintings and denied a door.

Shelved unwritten books eluding allied looks
Tales which can’t be told, folds won’t unfold, not ever...


Let’s have a referendum
to see how people do not think.
Established state strength so stuck more sternly
- stifling strong the stench with which they stink.

Where is the happy medium?
- the clairvoyant optimist?
Some things she can’t control.
For those she can, she’ll make a list.

She waits in halls with tall bare walls
paned with pained unpainted paintings and denied a door.

Shelved unwritten books eluding allied looks
Tales which can’t be told, folds won’t unfold, not ever...


But she will climb one step at a time
and step by step she will find her way to be.
She will need patience because it’s going to be in the future tense
when this acorn will be reborn as an oak tree.

No.  Life is not so easy.
Yes.  It can be unfair and tough.
No-one says it but still she will learn
She’s so much more than just simply good enough.

And she will depart from halls with tall bare walls
She’ll paint those panes of painful paintings then design a door.
She will write those books, learn enlightened looks.
Let her tales be told, let folds unfold forevermore.
(Güle güle!)

and she will sing...

Review
“A scorcher”

- Lyndon