Winds Of Creation by Jenny & Laura
(From Tape Three)
By the very winds of creation I am here feeling the body of all my ancestors bringing love to all my relations behold creation behold creation behold creation By the very winds of creation we are here feeling the body of all our ancestors bringing love to all our relations behold creation behold creation behold creation
The River by Maya
(From Tape Three)
The river that moves between the mountains
rushes strong and free giving life to all it leaves in its wake.
The women working in the fields that climb the mountainside
appear like flowers clad in pink and red amidst the swaying cool green.
This is your life, this is your dream,
Live out your life, Live out your dream
Enjoy the peace in your heart
(rpt vs 1&2)
This is your life, this is your dream,
Breathe in your peace, Live out your life
Your cup is always filled by the giver of love within
This is your life, this is your dream,
This is your choice, Love your own life
Enjoy the peace in your heart.
(rpt vs 1 only)
Eternal Sunset by Chris Troth, Tim & Jim + Ian’s Poem
(From Tape Three)
I walked across the moor,a seaward way at the end of a long hot summers day and toiled up old Holdstone hill on the back of a worn byway and at the top I sat down on a pile of stones that is that old hills crown and rested my legs in which the miles of the day still echoed round in front the sun was reaching and beseeching to my eye behind the moor receding until a tallow sky and there was i between them transcending man made time on high transfixed betwitched, by that star that is all natures real cyclic rhyme that by which we are in heaven caught and have always been since the very bakers of creation ?? and shall still be after mans unhappy reign return to nought so there i sat without a care amidst the ?? calm and silent air not even the slightest breeze to ruffle Holdstone's heather hair and the sea laid out beneath me whispered not a sound and/un?? broken in its contrast with the sky above there bound silver polished picture framed on one edge only by the ground the evening sun was now hidden. veiled behind some cloud a thick yet formless vapour, a grey and silver shroud and so it reappeared, that orb of orange red beneath the shroud of vapour, it showed its descending head above the sky so endless, beneath the ocean red?? and as the sun continued down the distant horizon lit the bloody orange crown and then it disapppeared as a billion times before ?? the doldrum ocean washed that wild shore and that which had been so long and hot was on me now no more and then as if by magic the sky turned pinky red the shafts of laser sunbeams from behind the horizon bled a plasma coloured panaroma filled my dilated eye as the ocean my reflection caught a stain in that self same die and there i sat and wandered long till the sunsets dying embers dulled and darkness cloaked the sky
Changes in me by Gaea
(From Tape Three)
Gaea, Maryjane, Christina, Maya, Chrissy, Richard, Tor
Changes in me
Forever altering reality
Once felt in me
Tainted forever
I’ve got to break free
Lost love in time and space
All for want of a different place
Lost love in me
Gone forever
I’ve got to break free
I try to break free
Never ending cycle
Spiral in and out again
Never ending spirit
That weaves its way through life’s terrain
Once in my life
I Tried so hard to get everything right
Broke free from my childhood reins
To find myself again
Never ending cycles
Spiral in and out again
Never ending spirit
That weaves its way through life’s terrain
Never ending feeling flowing through my soul
Overflowing healing that makes us one & whole
Feelings in me
There somewhere
Trying to break free
Once felt in me
Forever altering reality
Time to heal, time to feel
Time to live, time to forgive
Time to love, give thanks to above
Time to flow, give joy to below
Time to heal the Earth, time to find myself again.
Growing Pains by Romila
When I look at the patterns i find its deceiving ive no problems giving but shy of recieving i do things i know that could lead to diseases stuffing my face cos the need to eat pleases still i keep smoking in spite of mself fully aware of effects on my health but knowing and doing are not quite the same and when i dont make it i've got me to blame so time and again i put myself down reducing my smiles to a firmly fixed frown and as i try so to patch up my heart I get up fall down then another restart sometimes i'm strong then the energy lapses and only too soon good intention collapses I struggle and struggle to get back on my feet and when i make it it does feel sweet sparkling and bright the world seesms much clearer little by little my healing gets nearer fresh air and nature and plenty of rest relaxed and refreshed life takes on a new zest music and laughter and good friends around positive vibes and good feelings abound and when on occassions scarey feelings slip back Inner sureties tell me im still right back on track Iknow I can do it Ill make it OK I know i can do it im finding my way Sit Back get in touch connections the secret that inner strenth is there if you want it Its really not hard if you just can let go and trust in the universe its lessons to show Life is a journey for learning and growing and for the future new seeds i am sowing
Song of the Rising Heart by Stevie P.
(From Tape Three)
There's fire on the land There's fire on the water The Universe has just been born It's time to start again Is this the first time or the last? I don't know Truth is undecided Potential is unsure Then you start to notice There's a twinkle in the eye of the moon But the rising heartbeat carries Something more than a tune Sense slips into chaos Chaos falls apart The more than earth and air and water In the rising heart ~~~~~~~~~~ I feel my mouth is closing I wasn't even speaking My eyes are awaking I must have been sleeping
Tan Hill Fayre by Selena & Josh
Tan Hill Fair is an ancient traditional festival, held in early august, 2 miles uphill from Avebury, on the wansdyke trackway, close to where it crosses the ridgeway. Tan is the Celtic word for fire and it was first recorded by the Romans in 50 AD as Tan Fauna. This obviously meant it was to do with animals and it became an animal trading fair as well as a feast time. It died out in the 1930’s as access by vehicle became difficult, but it remains in living memory. An old man in the village of All Cannings remembers eating blackberries at the fair as a youth. In the 1300’s a Royal Charter declared its officiality as an established event, and theoretically guaranteed its permission forever.
The Dongas revived it in 1994 with a turnout of 60 people including many locals, and it was a great success. This song was written that year. The following year we walked to Tan Hill from Dartmoor, others walked or cycled from the Lakes, Newbury, London and other places. The turnout was 200 strong but unfortunately we suffered an inhumane eviction by Wiltshire police, despite us showing them a copy of the Royal Charter. We still managed to hold the gathering 4 miles away on a bit of trackway called ‘Tan Hill Way’, near Knapp Hill, which was fantastic. A few of us managed to sneak back up to Tan Hill on the last night to light the beacon fire, which was seen in all the villages below and likely further afield. Very small-scale local events carry on there now each year.
Intro:
By Royal Charter – it was decreed
In the 1300’s – so they sent for the mead
And plenty good morsels of hearty whole oake
All for a merry feast to make
The people they came from wide & far
Some came by bicycle, some by handcart
And their intent it was to share
Some fun and frolics at Tan Hill Fair
There were the locals, the yokels and blokes
There were the Dongas and Solsbury folks
Also the farmers and animals were there
All upon Lammas at Tan Hill Fair
The bender was hoisted, the fire was lit
The goat ate the greens and they lunched the shit pit
Woven corn dollies they blew in the air
At harvest time up at Tan Hill Fair
To be sure there was laughin’ and smilin’ and jokin’
There was slurping and scoffing and plenty of smoking
There was running and bundling, with never a care
At that Wiltshire festival – Tan Hill Fair
There were drums and whistles, flutes and mandolas
Mandolins, gee-tars, fiddles, maracas
The singers and dancers, and even the mare
Got down to the music at Tan Hill Fair
That Party, I’ll say, was a right good revival
To show that the spirit is strong on survival
That hill had been calling the people to dare
To joyfully bring back Tan Hill Fair