This song fuses modal mystery with a distinct drum pattern to tell the story of a man's transition to fatherhood.
Bill Champitto; vocals, keys, words and music
Ben Coulientanos; Guitar
Iannis Anninos; Bass
Kathy Burkley; Drums
Ricardo Monzon; Percussion
Nola Rose Sheppard; Vocals
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While looking at the changes my children brought to my life, this song reflects an amazing transition.
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In search of places far unknown
I learned to say goodbye
Damned to follow all my dreams
I still don't know the reasons why, reasons why
The Circles go around (circles go around and round)
I was captured by night’s lonely hands
It clings me to its breast
I struggle just to start again
‘round it goes, never ends, never ends
The Circles go around (circles go around and round)
Children play they never seem to care
They don't ask why
If I could see a moment through a child’s eyes
Through their eyes
(Spoken )keep hearing about these circles.. and they never stop..
I dreamt they took me to a land
I was held by little hands
They taught me secrets I once knew
About the heart and being true, being true
And the Circles go around (circles go around and round)
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