Recorded and written by Engine Gent and Agent Benford authorisation pending from Mr Busssey.

Fender Jagmaster Guitar 
Zoom MRS1608. 
Leads, microphone, hands, chair.

Lyrics: 
They build their circles within the storm to separate from the downpour /They watch the sky shifting around, the violet rain really pissing it down/The walls have all been sealed/safely we withdraw/ within our own framework/our own vision of god/ vast and wide in the ethereal sky no sense will ever come of such a jaunt/the rain we feel is part of every soul it filters through everything we've ever seen/its better on the outside/its better here in the dryness of control/ the pressure of the water is pressing onto you/ anything that ever was will swirl around you/ burnt into our conciousness i'll quench its thirst and leave a space for you/ circles in the storm

Circles Within Storms

Flowers around your view

Waiting for nothing
the time walked like it was raining
we're formless in a cage that
hangs above destiny's end
you shine your light on silhouette's
and breathe them in like cigarettes
you liken this to a fallen thought form
one that has no set orbit
a frame of life that cracked under it all
the distant glow of a storm that we invoked
when the light was flickering
and the gods were shimmering
the symmetry of the moments we've become

all we are, all we've seen
just a sequence in a dream
all we know, all we'll be
just a code to set us free
we're just a shape, falling through
a form that's impossible
as we are poured through its dream
divine tangibility
worlds in compaction


Brad Robert Benford