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My Name is Ana

The Pizza Song

The Space Between the Stars

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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

 Any More?

Harlow's Monkey

Victoria!

Hesitate

Soak Through

We Used to Fly
(Don't Mention Its Name)
Words & music by Ed Hooke, July 2008   -    Ed Hooke 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Hostile this land captures us and chides us
Who knows what goes beyond these horizons?
The goddess of the breeze tells not what she sees.
We depend on streams which water life inside us;
defend till death the cool dark caves which hide us from daytime's burning sky.
Against all odds by evening some of us survive.  Hurrah!
We've made it through one more day.
We've made it through one more day.
Alive!  Alive!
Tomorrow is taboo here.
Don't mention its name.

The diseased don't question their harsh exile.
Sacrifices dwindle too our numbers.
We eat in silent shame.
Don't mention its name.
Night brings freezing cold winds which bite through us.
Before their pain we huddle and share whispers.
We speak of former lives.
We still tell young ones the fairytale of how we used to fly, miles high,
looking down on white clouds,
looking down on white clouds.
They cry "you lie!"
- to disbelief from wonder
- to disbelief from wonder.

Sleep seeps in with dancing half-seen memories
- a world so close so suddenly so distant which crumbled as we ran
from which this world began.
Cars, computers, food shops and brick houses.
How spoilt we were!
How did we fail to notice the rising of the tide?
Countless died.
Were we lucky?
Well, we survived.
We're alive!
We've made it through one more night.
We've made it through one more night.
Cold dreams, white screams
This time is our past's future.
This time is our past's future.
We used to fly, miles high,
looking down on white clouds,
looking down on white clouds.
Cold dreams, white screams
This time is our past's future.
Don't mention its name.

 

   

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