Lumps & Bumps

 

 

The Separation Circle

 

   

  

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My Name is Ana

The Pizza Song

The Space Between the Stars

Cloud

Glass Bubble Home

We Used to Fly
 
(Don't Mention Its Name)

(Not Bad for a)   Shy Boy Lost

Eastward from Krakatoa
(Parahyangan)

Friend of Disposed Bathwater

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Harlow's Monkey

Victoria!

Hesitate

Soak Through

 

Harlow's Monkey
Words & music by Ed Hooke, July 2005-July 2008   -    Ed Hooke 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


You can't see me.  I've got my eyes closed.

Once upon a time
many years ago
a baby cried because its parents were gone
and when they returned it didn't want to know any more.

A child learned to be ashamed,
to fear home truths on show.
Home is locked but it's insecure
and those who might have helped had no way that they could know anyway.

Now you spend your life with your head in a bucket of water, pretending to be drowned.
Are you going to spend your whole life waiting to be found?

I can't see me.  My mirror's broken.

Ancient history
moulded you into stone.
The photos fade but the pain has stayed
and you fossilised where instead you could have grown to be happy.

Now you're a big pink baby, dreaming of a suntan, waiting in the shadows to be browned.
Are you going to spend your whole life waiting to be found?

You play hide & seek, though no-one's looking for you, but you still conceal yourself without a sound.
Are you going to spend your whole life waiting to be found?

Sometimes the sun shines, sometimes it rains, but you're safe in your tunnel underground.
Looks like you're going to spend your whole life waiting to be found.

 

   

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