Music & lyrics by Brian Phraner, modified and embellished by Bruce and Don. Recorded in 1974 at The Lodge. Mark Phraner's first ever recording with us at the tender age of 17.


The inward haze faces days of the knowledge learned
Earthly material world weighs upon their shoulders
Have rounded the circle with luxuries tales
And leave you too poor to play them
Shadowed to an uncontrolled mind

Battle in sight
Power to tower
The light of night

The strongest voices we favored were lost among
Those who were chose to guide
Huddling round your electric fire

The life in circles
The lights encircle
Your fragmented spirit