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The Circle
04:28
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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
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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
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Draw The Line
04:01
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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
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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
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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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