Tickets are available at the door. The band is a piano trio featuring Ben on double bass, Mark Sutton on drums and Wayne Kelly on piano. Come along and check it out. Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel, like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon, like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon, like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face and the world is like an apple, whirling silently in space, like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind. Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone, like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream, like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face and the world is like an apple, whirling silently in space, like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
Lovers walking along the shore leave their footprints in the sand.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel, as the images unwind like the circle that you find in the windmills of your mind. Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel as the images unwind, like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.