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

Behind The Noise
Words & music by Ed Hooke, April-May 2013
  Ed Hooke 2013






When I grow up I want to be a shoe
then I can walk across hillsides with you.
The TV tells me that my dreams can come true.
I just have to believe - and to pay them per view.

Let's do an audit of tables and chairs.
Count them all up and see if there are spares.
Inventories of paper clips in all their lairs
might not seem too useful but nobody cares.

Show me a fish and I'll show you a cow.
It doesn't make sense but I'm not quite sure how.
The clock hands revolve but the time's always now.
I could stay here forever but time won't allow.

When I grow up I want to be a child
and fly with the penguins that grow in the wild.
The snow will be hot.  The extremes will be mild.
We shall pile up some piles where more piles have been piled.

Chatter batter clatter splatter, incomplete cacophony.
I hide here inside freedom's captivity
and smile all the while though I scream silently
for still behind all of the noise, what is me?


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