*10.12-THE CIRCLE IS UNBROKEN (Incredible String Band)

Incredible String Band



Seasons they change while cold blood is raining.
I have been waiting beyond the years.
Now over the skyline I see you're travelling,
Brothers from all time gathering here.
Come let us build the ship of the future
In an ancient pattern that journeys far.
Come let us set sail for the always islands
Through seas of leaving to the summer stars.


Seasons they change but with gaze unchanging.
O deep eyed sisters is it you I see?
Seeds of beauty ye bear within you
Of unborn children glad and free.
Within your fingers the fates are spinning
The sacred binding of the yellow grain.
Scattered we were when the long night was breaking
But in bright morning converse again.

The Circle is Unbroken finishes the collection of Wee Tam & Big Huge with a benediction. I can’t help but think that part of the metaphor of the circle is the vinyl disc on which it was first offered to the public, and the song serves a purpose similar to the Beatles’ Tomorrow Never Knows, which encouraged the listener to turn the record over and play it again with its lines Play the game Existence / To the end / Of the beginning. Using a melody of simple beauty, somewhat like Heron’s Air, and singing solo to the accompaniment of Hammond organ and recorder with generous accents from a harp, Williamson reminds the listener of the cycles of the seasons; day & night; life, death and rebirth. The listener is encouraged to build the ship of the future for unborn children glad and free. Again in Wee Tam & Big Huge, with an insistent belief in an afterlife beyond the scope of most psychedelic music, the poet comforts the listener for the loss of loved ones and assures them that after a short time of separation, we will again enjoy their company, and hold conversation with them. We must say our farewells to the Incredible String Band here while we remain in the sunset hour of psychedelic music. For now, we must be content with their faint echoes among those few musicians the group influenced, but may their songs bear greater witness to future generations far distant from our own.