Solsbury by Lee Tree  

(From Tape Two)

Spring equinox,
and Solsbury called me from Catherine’s hill;
and On that sunlit Spring morn, on wings of dragon,
to Sulis spring in Larkhall I was borne.
and There upon those sacred slopes
We found a wholeness in word and deed;
and as our ancestors had,
made our stand;
Side by side on the crying land.
Spring equinox to Beltain fire:
What race is this,
that pulls it’s children through barbed wire?
and From the emerald crown of birch and ash
We watched their machines as they tore their gash;
Stripping sections from our mother’s scalp;
pure hatred spat from yellow jackets’ eyes
As they tore us from the trees:
Divorced from all that’s pure in them:
their love for life, their dreams.
To learn to love these loveless men
Is one of the hardest things to do:
But their hatred is passed on to them –
don’t let it infect you.
learn to love

Rising Full Moon by Selena 

(From Tape Two)

Well a night like this I have rarely seen
Faces in the light a – gleam
Drum and whistle all in tune
All by the light of the shining moon
All by the light of the shining moon
Oh I’ll tell you what I know
The fires they were all aglow
People dancing all around
Moving their bodies to the sound
Moving their bodies to the sound
{chorus: }
Risin’ full moon, Risin’ full moon, Risin’ o’er the land
Risin’ people, Risin’ people, Rise and make your stand

Pixies prancing playfully
Jumping leaping joyfully
All the stars are sparklin’ high
In the midnight blue night sky
In the midnight blue night sky
Silhouettes of black the trees
Blowing in the gentle breeze
Glowing white clouds all a-driftin’
Slowly in the winds a-shiftin’
Slowly in the winds a-shiftin’
{chorus}
People gathered round a fire
Hazel logs a burnin’ higher
Voices chattering cheerfully
Above the clinks of cups of tea
Above the clinks of cups of tea
Wooly ponchos, hats on heads
Boots and beards and plaits and dreads
Tribes a- comin’ here to meet
Laughing eyes and dancing feet
Laughing eyes and dancing feet
{chorus}
Rain on faces lightly falling
Dragon rising she’s a – calling
join the now and heal the Earth
Time for the tribal people’s rebirth
Time for the tribal people’s rebirth
Ancient trackways following
On the old hillforts living
Dongas on the trail of freedom
Walking learning Earthly wisdom
Walking learning Earthly wisdom
{chorus}
Well, a night like this I have rarely seen
Faces in the light a – gleam
Drum and whistle all in tune
All by the light of the shining moon
All by the light of the shining moon

Dogbury Didge by Howie

(From Tape Two)

{instrumental}

Horas de la Risipiti (trad) by Doris Dancers

(From Tape Two)

Instrumental

hakemo?

Gondundon by Doris Dancers

(From Tape Two)

{instrumental – accordion + squeakerer?}

We are One by Heathens All  (c)

(From Tape Two)
  we are one
sometimes sad
sometimes strong
we are one
river flow
to be on
here we are
to be on
to.. be.. on
we can feel
yes we can feel
beyond words
words without songs
tears made for
for emptiness
we are one
so be strong
we … are one
we … are one
one apart
we are one
joined by hearts
we are one
oh we are one

Who’s that Girl by Feth  (c)

(From Tape Two)
  Who’s that girl
the one with the electric blue eye
set like crystal in a perfect face
with a seductive smile
we’ve seen her in every advert
for every perfume ever made
she tells of wealth and power and sex
never of AIDS
And who’s that girl
the one with no name
this is how it is girls
this is how you could be should be
with the purchase of this product
don’t you think it looks so good on me
don’t you think you should
but it doesn’t look so good
on a dog or a rabbit or a chicken or a cat
force fed to a goose or a monkey or a vat ???
or dripped in the eyes of a laboratory rat
anorexic and bulimic and they’re making children sick
in the cheapest sort of image of an advertising trick
who’s that guy, the one lying naked in the sea
muscular and bronzed a real man on tv
he’s got fast cars, blue eyes
aftershave that drives women wild
he’s always strong never cries
So forget it fellas
you’ll never be a real man
you’re too fat too thin too short too tall
too old too young too hairy too bald
too compassionate to be real men at all
Who’s those people
the ones who swallow what they’re told
the adverts they go out
and the products they get sold
stereo sound and stereo typing
colour images of colour imaging
turn off the tv put down the magazine
look around look inside
look for the the real thing
peel back the layers of
advertising
thing for yourself – isn’t it frightening
insecurity ‘s making us buy things
developing the need
making us want things
squeezing into clothes to ??? make us seem what we’re not
not not who you are its just what you got
from your childhood days
I want and I want and I want it today
I don’t care how much it costs
willing to pay
its just like the one that I just threw away
again and again and again and again
day after day after day after
so stop for a minute this is insane
its not what you own
or how much you can pay
you are who you are what you think what you say
when you realise that you’ll be OK
yes you are what you are what you think what you say
when you realise that you’ll be OK

Live, Work, Consume, Die by Juno  (c)
(From Tape Two)

live work consume die
I get up yawn stretch and sigh
rub the sleepiness from my eye
make some tea cos my throat is dry
get in a hot bath, sit there, and fry
put on some music, or the radio
but no matter what I try
I cant seem to shake off the sleepy lullaby
as I go off to work, consume, and die
or
find a squat, move in,
get evicted, move out
moving on all the time
losing tat and this and that
traipsing round with a heavy rucksack
breaking and entering –
in an alleged sort of way
feeling shit scared and wondering
when the day will come
when I don’t have to live this way
well its here
live work consume die
there are often days when I wonder why
I don’t just eat sleep take drugs get high
so that I cant
live work consume die

Celebrate by Selena  (c)

(From Tape Two)

Celebrate our mother – maker in her/a revelry
Music – makers, Tale spakers,
of land alive, of land alive!
Story bringers, Poem singers,
Back home arrive, back home arrive!
Celebrate…
Circle shapers, Merry makers,
such folk are we, such folk are we!
Magic weavers, Dancing dreamers,
come all and be, come all and be!

Celebrate…
{chorus: } Dm/G/Dm
verse: F/G/Dm

Heal the Earth by Rosie  (c)

(From Tape Two)
from clouds of air reach out ??
to the sun that rises each day
to the green of the trees and the hedgerows
there is plenty that’s going astray
There’s nothing more important than the sunrise
but the clouds are all dirty and grey
the trees that breathe life are falling
dying under which madams????? play
there .are men of power and money??
who know not what they do
they rape the earth of her green and pleasant land
with poisons machines and fumes
Our lonely planet is dying
ten years is all we have left
we must change by then
or her children we condemn
to a poisons of the ??? and death
But all is not lost I am hopeful
there’s a spirit so pure and true
it goes grows like a flower in a new house every hour
we can heal the earth like new
we must heal the earth like new
we will heal the earth like new.