All instruments recorded, mixed and produced by Iain Ross
Vocals recorded by Mark Fry

Mark Fry 'In Our Heavenly World'

The Great Wheel

Where the Tregeseal flows into the sea
The ghost of the ‘Great Wheel’ shelters in the lee
No distractions here or signal for the phone
The way ahead is clear now I’m on my own

The ancient granite tors that stoop with bended knees
Watch over verdant moors and heather honeybees
Above the kissing gate and weather blasted hedge
A figure tempting fate is dancing on a ledge

So I keep walking, I keep walking
And let the landscape do the talking

Seabirds tame the breeze in fading Cornish light
Whilst diving in to seize their catch before the night
A curve of azure blue stretches far and wide
Beyond a sunset hue and turning of the tide

A visit from the moon with ten more miles to tread
Say hello to the loon she’s playing with my head
Communing with the stones cavorting in the streams
Conversing with the bones of memories and dreams

So I keep walking, I keep walking
And let the landscape do the talking

It’s tricky underfoot the journey’s end is near
This hero is kaput and wishes you were here


(From the river Tregeseal to the mermaid of Zennor and back)
Geoff Smith 20-06-2021

The Great Wheel (Synth Version)

Tormented is an excerpt from the book 'Good Grief....Please! A Dialogue with Death and Life' (Coming Soon) by Tish Ince- read by Tish Ince. Tish Ince is a poet, writer and theatre maker. The one woman show 'This Shite Grief' is formed from the book.   Follow her at Twitter https://twitter.com/ThisShiteGrief - Facebook @https://www.facebook.com/TishIncePoetWriter - Instagram https://www.instagram.com/tishincepoetwriter and at Rise Up Theatre UK - https://www.facebook.com/RiseUpTheatreUK

Good… Grief Please! A Dialogue with Death and Life

Tormented - Excerpt Good Grief… Please! A Dialogue with Death and Life 31 August 2021

The world is shutting down

Man to Man

3 pour 2 (2006 - 10) for 17 Musicians

Metamorphosis

Well I’ve been told, oh I’ve been told
There’s a hole in the centre of my soul
I’m growing old, oh I’m growing old
With a hole in the centre of my soul

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am

I’m striking out though hope is lost
It’s time to risk no matter what the cost
Hoodwinked by grief. Swindled by fear
I‘m easily fooled ‘cos they’ve been my friends for years

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
But I don’t really know
Really know who I am

Narcissus calls when I ignore
My body’s voice, so my body keeps the score
But woken by her soft lament
Nymph Echo bids farewell to my contempt

Chorus
Now I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
And now I really know
Really know who I am
Yes I would rather be
Rather be a soulful man
And now I really know
Really know who I am

Metamorphosis

Stuff

When he first moved in back in ‘54
He could waltz around on the parquet floors
But he soon succumbed with no place to hide
He required a haven from the world outside

Well he made a start on the skip next door
Where he found a freezer so he’s now got four
And the one that works is a place of rest
For a pile of broadsheets and a mouse’s nest

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

As a London boy living through the blitz
He would stumble over a gift from Fritz
When a firebomb fell in the dead of night
He was first to find it in the morning light

So he told himself if he’d got some sense
He would let it linger by the neighbour’s fence
Tell his mum and dad, maybe sister Sue
But in spite of all this he knew what he’d do

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

And growing old is a curse: there must be nothing worse
And the hoard is a curse: because he knows what it’s worth

For years its home was a garden shed
Now it’s kept beneath him underneath the bed
And if sleep won’t come or if he can’t rest
He will hold it tightly up against his chest

So when he can’t be arsed with his meal on wheels
Or if outmanoeuvred by his ten TV’s
When the phone is lost because no one rings
He’ll unleash the firebomb upon all his things

And there’s no more space but he won’t be beat
So he brings in stuff from off the street
It’s the stuff he craves and thinks he needs
It’s beyond repair or plainly obsolete

Words and music by Geoff Smith 4th December 2017

Stuff

Progress

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The Great Wheel (Synth Version)

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