Lumps & Bumps



The Separation Circle






Lumps & Bumps

My Name is Ana

The Pizza Song

The Space Between the Stars


Glass Bubble Home

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

(Not Bad for a)   Shy Boy Lost

Eastward from Krakatoa

Friend of Disposed Bathwater

 Any More?

Harlow's Monkey



Soak Through


Words & music by Ed Hooke, April-December 2009
  Ed Hooke 2009







"The rhythm section in your music often sounds to me like a primary
school music class with a box full of interesting noise-makers being
orchestrated by an enthusiastic teacher.  It seems to be more about joy
than technicality - which of course is excellent."

 -  S A Blob Wilkinson,  world's greatest drummer


Ghosts float by and fade.
Dusty mirrors greyed.
Estimates unweighed.
Strategies unplayed.
Mountains viewed not climbed.
Couplets yet unrhymed.
Time and tide don't wait
but still you hesitate.

False starts left outclassed.
Chances came but passed.
Fears have held you fast
Breathless to the last.
Lovers flew your dreams
flowed to other streams.
Allies you frustrate
but still you hesitate.

Days refused a dawn.
Curtains fade still drawn.
Children wait unborn
Lives not lived to mourn.
Hopes which might have been.
Arms outstretched unseen.
Time and tide don't wait
But still you hesitate.


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