Old Stones

Torn against the soil
How easy it is to toil
To no end

A tired and weathered hand
Waving to the wind
And the earth

Calls still echo clear
And we’re near to ourselves as we stand

Old stones to turn
Old stones to turn

Gather in each way
In the streets and of the hay
It’s the same

Circles never sleep
Buried deep and without care
For what they keep

How dare we think
To make a line
While these lines will cycle through

How could we stop
The turns that led to I
And you

Old breaths to draw
Old breaths to draw

Old stones to turn
Old stones to turn

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   Recorded May 2019 in Keenan's attic
   Mixed by Keenan Reimer-Watts Mastered by Dylan King
   Album art by Abhilasha Dewan
   Special thanks to Keenan's cat Hijinx, the Spur Line Trail,
         Caspian Terns, the carbon cycle, the nightshade vine,
         and all life on Earth for the songwriting inspiration.

Old Stones reflects on different modes of thinking - linear-based thought and cyclical thought. Many of our problems today are a result of linear based thinking, such as plastics and climate change. The title Old Stones is a metaphor for lost knowledge that we must uncover, relearning ways of cyclical thought and living that is in alignment with the patterns of the earth.