The Separation Circle

Open up those petals, flower.
Dance as you drink in the sun.

Now spread those wings & fly, young seagull.
Touch the sky above the clouds

[Recognise?]

Though I pine
  I yield that life yet mine
  lends chance for redesign
  to turn and face the stars

[Space Travel Backwards]

Eastward from Krakatoa (Parahyangan) - The Separation Circle

Space Travel Backwards - The Separation Circle

And beneath the stars we sat down.
She calmed my trembling hands.

And the heavens dark parted the clouds
to reveal the Moon
[Forbidden]

Your life and my life
are swept aside

[Glass Bubble Home]

Light touch linger flying sparks connection
Wide-eyed gaze yearn come in this direction

[Must Be The Seat]

Here shall stand gravestones -
tombs empty yet, tomorrow filled.
Inscribed o’er fresh bones
names that the gods will have willed

[Nocturnal Howls Surface]

“Eris” is the Goddess of Discord. Discord has long been an important feature of my music. She is always going to feature in our lives regardless of whether or not we invite Her to the feast. I’d like to get better at learning to live and work with Her.

“Within Arachnid Silken Purse” has varying time signatures & tempos, intriguing chord progressions, bloody horribly discordant backing vocals, strange percussive noises, harmony, rhythms , well-whirled words and vespine peril. As you’d expect.

“Mind the Gaps” offers various perspicacious perspectives of the 1st wave of the 2020 coronavirus pandemic lockdown and it’s bloody brilliant.

“Revisited/Resurrection” tells of the simple joy of an unexpected reunion.

Nearly 12 years after ‘Glass Bubble Home ’, when many were already concerned about climate change, not only has the situation deteriorated considerably but those leading us are, instead of addressing it, actively making matters much worse. They could have stopped the climate change catastrophe, “But Chose Not To”.

Far from typical of the sort of rubbish that the Separation Circle usually churns out, “Warm Beneath the Sun” tells of a parent’s love for their newborn child.

“One for One China” is a homage to humanity’s newest superpower.

“The Painted Wolves (Come Tomorrow)” tells the simple tale of an endangered, often misunderstood & marginalised African animal species. Their future prospects remain uncertain.

Amongst other things, I accuse those who don’t believe we are apes of posturing like a chimpanzee while doing a bit of primal posturing myself. Hurrah! “The False Dawn of Sense Commencement” is a protest song attacking ‘post-truth’ humanity.

“Perhaps” brings a different perspective to the familiar Separation Circle themes of attachment, separation & loss, with some joyfully discordant backing vocals too.

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- Band of Legend

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This is indeed the website of the glorious Separation Circle, purveyors of bloody awful music aimed primarily at masochists & the tone deaf. Enter & explore at your own risk.

In addition to the alleged music, there are also songwords which are intended to stand in their own right as poetry. Whether or not they do is not for you to say; it’s for us to say & we say they do. So there.

Musical themes explored from time to time include playing with chord progressions, discord, rhythm, time signatures & seeing how they bend. The Separation Circle does not claim to be unique in carrying out such explorations but we like to think our style of exploration has a certain putrid panache to it.

Verbal themes explored are most of the usual ones: life, breath, space travel, pigs, monkeys, airports, birds, a loss of the ability to fly, cafeterias, harbours, shoes, missing limbs, a dead octopus, indoctrination, train journeys to be avoided & the elaboration of attachment theory.

There’s other stuff too: but we’ve tried to hide it as well as possible.

TOP 19 SONGS EVER WRITTEN

1) Short Stories; Fleeting Lives

2) Portrait in Halls with Tall Bare Walls

3) Nocturnal Howls Surface

4) Eris (E.R.I.S.)

5) Hunters and Gatherers

6) We Laughed All The Time