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

Towards India Gate
Words & music by Ed Hooke, December 2012-February 2013
  Ed Hooke 2013

With respect.




"Towards India Gate" is dedicated,
with respect, to the victims
of the terrible events which took place
in Delhi in December 2012,
to the many victims of similar events
in India over the years
and moreover to all of those
who are campaigning
as part of the Black Dot protest,
and beyond,
for meaningful improvements
in attitudes towards women
and the treatment of women in India.



* The film was "The Life of Pi"








"Tum nahin rahe, iska gam hai.  Par fir bhi ladte jayenge"

Prior to sunrise rise.  Wash dress cook eat go.
Race the human race - no-one that you know.
Need no navigation.  Routine routes on autopilot.
Who can see round corners and see if life's about to change?
There's the film* tonight.  It should be a good show.

Six lads going out, you know, just to have a little fun.
Let's take the bus and we shall see what can be done.
Haha pick up a passenger and haha rob him with ease.
Maybe if we look around we can find an Eve to tease.

Making their way home a young couple discuss the film* they've seen;
trapped with wild animals, shipped helpless -
glad it's not us!
Two different tales are told.  What does each one of these stories mean?
Shaking their heads they smile as they climb aboard the bus.

What sort of girl is out with a boy when they're not married yet?
It's our duty to teach her a lesson that she will not forget.

Contempt for the bus stops' vain offers of salvation.
Two ten rupees tickets to torture and to hell.

Get off me, you evil bastards!
Deviant departure, despicable destination.
Drawn out cruelty. What will you describe?
How will you explain just what you did to your sister and brother?
It makes grown men retch and you went on and on and on
for more than an hour.
You scum!  I hate you!

Done, you dump them naked and try to crush them where they fell.

If thug rapists do not kill
police and politicians surely will.
Smug power games play out in Delhi's chill.

Bribes and brute complacency are the law
with problems flown out to Singapore.
Will Sita's daughters' cries be heard no more?

Smoke, garlands, wood bead necklace.
The flames flicker tickling your face.
Truth from untruth.  Darkness to a brighter place.
Shall fatalism greet your cruel fate?
Our feet turn towards India Gate.
The eyes of the outside world watch and wait.



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