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The Circle - SOLD OUT Now only for download

by Brian Stone

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    My 5th CD release is a folkier departure; a collection of songs written and recorded diy during the lockdowns of 2020-21. Features Frank Davey on violin.

    Includes unlimited streaming of The Circle - SOLD OUT Now only for download via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 10 Brian Stone releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Fear The Flames (Album), Fear The Flames (Single), The Circle - SOLD OUT Now only for download, New York Girls, I Don't Think We'll Be Friends, Live at The Railway, Oakham, Every Day's the Same, (Jack Of All Trades) Master Of None, and 2 more. , and , .

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1.
The Circle 04:28
Ooo, Like a child once again I'm full of wonder The page is white and clear To be filled with living dreams Senses heighten Like vates of old at one with the living world And stories told of young and old, of warm and cold So I reach across the ages Touch the souls that passed before And now lie among the stones Beneath the shrouded bracken tombs Take me down to the holy well Leave my worries on the bough Of the twisted mossy sentinel Where time stands still Sing me a song born on the winds And the waves that lick around these stones The past is present but the present paused In the circle of the earth and stone Of the earth and stone Time for music In the circle of the earth and stone A never-ending game A slip, twigs stab, the brambles snag This place plays tricks on you - little folk inside your head Til come the time No longer absolute Feel something pass, accept at last The die is cast now you belong
2.
We'd never had it so good Never knew how lucky; never understood That dystopia could happen so fast The promise of tomorrow was never there, it could never last And now every day's the same And in our homes we hunker Safe in our prison cells, in our snug domestic bunkers And our friends are pixels, clawing at the screens All trapped inside technology we mourn what might have been And now every day's the same Every day's the same Every day's the same How we were fooled but didn't care Fooled into believing threats that were never there But the enemy was hidden all the time By paralysing fear and ignorance; it was such a crime And now every day's the same Nothing changes, it's another day History repeats itself, as we watch in dismay And we fight with distance so we won't succumb Two to the power of all of us; divided bx`x`ut as one And now every day's the same Every day's the same Every day's the same And it's not right, it isn't fair While others toil we all despair. And it's all wrong The risk's too great, this altered state It isn't where we want to be, this alternate reality And who's to blame if every day's the same And when all this is done When all this is over will it always be the same Oh when we've grieved for the lost and learned to hug once more Will we let it go back to the way it was, the way it was before And will every day be the same Will we let every day be the same Every day's the same Nothing changes, every day's the same Every day's the same. Every day's the same
3.
It seemed so easy, tranquil, safe You gave us space, provided place To be ourselves, be with our tribe No need to run. No need to hide Creative, warm, away from harm Inclusive, lively, calm All you ask for, guarantee Is tolerance, unity The sand's run quick and oh so deep The river flows, tide never sleeps When it's too much to turn, it's time Then in the sand you draw the line. You draw the line Pick at the thread it starts to run All the work could be undone Nipped in the bud, cut before The cancer spreads the boundaries blur No pointless popularity No compromise. No apathy No flags. No hatred. Spot the signs When it's time to draw a line And when the season turns again When all are gathered yes that's when In unison, with love and cheer We'll meet once more and without fear Celebrate; time honoured ways Free from prejudicial gaze All will know the line was drawn They shall not pass, we have sworn
4.
Hello Mr Johnson. I wonder if we can be friends When comes the final judgement, I wonder if you'll make amends For all the pain, the lack of care, division and misrule When did you fall so far from grace where did you learn to be so cruel And now you think you have the right to throw it all away Our rights, respect, our freedom for xenophobic ideology It's not the way we're born you know. You have to learn to hate. To set us all against our kin, I really can't relate Your selfish lies, we all despise. I really can't defend No Mr Johnson I don't think we ever will be friends Hello Mr Sunak. I wonder if we can be friends It shouldn't matter that you're stinking rich, although that could offend (I mean, when you'd made enough to live on; you know, provide a comfortable future for you and your family, why didn't you just stop there?) Instead of hoarding, scrooge-like ripping wealth from all the poor You'll never fear the beast of want stalking at your door And now you think our jobs, careers, well they are not worthwhile We should retrain, reboot, restart and throw away our toil It's not the way we're born you know. You have to learn to hate. To set us all against our kin, I really can't relate Your crass insensitivity, *I really can't defend No Mr Sunak, I don't think we ever will be friends Hello Ms Patel. I wonder if we can be friends But you're incapable of empathy, I just can't comprehend Send 'em back to where they came, don't count the human cost As long as on a foreign shore the unfortunate are washed And now you think you can reject our sisters and our brothers Our fellows when they need us most. We should care for one another It's not the way we're born you know. You have to learn to hate. To set us all against our kin, I really can't relate Your inhumanity, your spite, I really can't defend No Ms Patel, I don't think we ever will be friends It's not the way we're born you know. You have to learn to hate. To set us all against our kin, I really can't relate Unholy Tory trinity, I hope you won't defend No Johnson, Sunak & Patel, we really can't be friends No Johnson, Sunak & Patel, we really won't be friends You must be joking if you think, we ever could be friends We never will be friends
5.
On the equinox, one misty Autumn time Born the son of a poacher man of the old stone line The orchards and the dark game copse The iron age forts on the old hill tops The land of the ancients in my heart and mind The barrow mounds, the coombes and the old ridgeway The Yews and the chalk pits where I used to play As time marched on with friends and kin The land mined deep under my skin I never wanted to ever go away Oo Oo When I was young I played around in the flint and chalk of the ancient downs Round the rings and the mounds of the place that I called home. I'm a child of the Barrow Downs To the city and the lowlands of the east Another company drone longing for release A cog in the machine. Another slave behind a screen. As the dying soul cries out for peace Oo Oo But when I get down my mind goes still to the flint and chalk of the ancient hills I'm a child of the Barrow Downs Now in the Autumn of my days Now they say you've changed your ways But I feel my spirit's finally free Now it all makes sense to me There's no place I'd rather be Than right here with the ones I love you see Oo Oo Oo Oo When I die just lay me still in the flint and chalk of the ancient hills I'm a child of the Barrow Downs When I'm gone I will be found in the flint and chalk of the ancient downs I'm a child of the Barrow Downs

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SOLD OUT of physical copies but can download here:
brianstoneuk.bandcamp.com/album/the-circle

The Circle is a brand new track inspired by Boscawen-ûn stone Circle on the Lands End Peninsular of Penwith in West Cornwall. The song is about finding your way in an unfamiliar landscape (physical or mental), the myths that grow up around those - like Cornish Piskies - and connections to our ancestors in the old places through bardic and musical traditions. It features a beautiful fiddle accompaniment by Boscawen resident Frank Davey.

As well as remixed and remastered versions of all three lockdown singles there is a completely new recording of Child of the Barrow Downs, the very first track on my debut EP, which takes the song to a completely new place with a mellow, haunting sound evoking the landscapes and sites of our ancestors.

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released May 7, 2021

Frank Davey - violin on "The Circle"

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