Audio taken from a video recording made on an iPhone 6 in 2018 In memory of Asmui bin Imamuddin (Adam) 2 May 1979 - 11 July 2012
I took a book down off the shelf
To see what stories its pages held
But all I found inside was you
My mind was far away
On a rainy day
With a yellow umbrella
When we laughed so loud
As the thunder clouds rolled around
The hills of Bali
I met a girl - she was your friend
She told me stories all about you
She said she’ll never meet again
A friend so true
You were so beautiful
I’ll remember forever
Before you came to bed
You bowed your head to the floor
My sweet believer
All the secrets of the grave
All the lives we couldn’t save
All the pain we keep inside
All the things we try to hide
Adam..
Adam..
I know I’m talking to myself
What use is a song for someone who’s gone?
But maybe I can be the one
To tell your story
About a broken home
And a fear of rejection
When your father said
You’d be better dead than gay
What could you say?
I scattered flowers where you lay
Under the sky and the frangipani
In a corner of Jakarta
Far from Bali
And there’s no going back
To the yellow umbrella
There’s just the broken dreams
And the might-have-beens
And the sound of the call to prayer
All the secrets of the grave
All the lives we couldn’t save
All the pain we keep inside
All the things we try to hide
Adam..
Adam..
Adam..
Adam..