Pete's Equinox

Equinox
Buried Treasure
CUBIT
Long Mynd
Liverpool
Castlerigg
Luss
Glencoe
Bali Hai
Misty Isle
New Pots For Old
Crimson Carriage
Time Lock
Home Port
Suliven
Caithness
Myd Clyth
Helmsdale
Loth
Penny Pieces
Bridges Borealis
Mindful
A Level
Goodbye
Twenty
Water Carrier
Good Morning
Swimming
Cats and Dogs
Tidy Mind
Counting House
Travelling Man
This Side of the Curve
No Letters
Progress
Dear Ex. Ed.
Music Makers
Last Day
MMMMM
Superman
Shazaam
Day Dream
Thorpe Station
Exit
Non Sense
Our Father
Ernest
Amen
Once Upon A Time
Think That It Might
Fifty Fifty
Together
NoNeed
Enchantment
Yeah Yeah
Like some deserted village church,
Or monastery without a monk,
A field of corn minus cars,
Hong Kong without a junk.

This round of stones,
An abbey, less its flesh,
Glowing in the autumn sun
Entraps this spirit in its mesh.

These metamorphic mounds of grey.
Petrified men in slate,
Exciting in the morning mist,
Mysterious in the evening late.

No line to Icy in square inset
in bygone time when made,
Though now a sight of Awr Fawr, bright,
Before a millenium fade
Should bring a glimmer of reason,
To leave Sarsens in the shade.