One set of words. One shared story.
Two ways of hearing it.
This song was recorded twice.
Not to change the meaning,
but to change the light it’s seen in.
Slow Burn
A reflective, candlelit version.
Measured, intimate, and unhurried –
for listening close to the words.
SLOW BURN
Upbeat
A lifted, modern pulse.
The same lyrics carried by rhythm, movement,
and a sense of shared forward motion.
UPBEAT
Whichever you choose first, try the other.
Some songs like to be met twice.
Lyrics
We gather with our pockets full of songs
Some borrowed, some earned the long way round
Years stack like vinyl on the shelf
Still the needle finds the sound
Errol keeps the circle drawn in ink
A host who knows the weight of words
He steadies us with gentle law
So every voice is heard
This is the evening that remembers our names
Where friendship hums beneath the flame
We don’t come here to rise or win
We come to belong again
Karen moves where the work gets done
Toast and truth in equal part
A dancer when the night needs lift
A counsellor of the heart
Richard marches stories through the room
Battles won in tale and tune
A quiz that sharpens memory
Like medals in the gloom
Paul L sings through strings and timber grain
Guitars and furniture made strong
He shapes the wood, he shapes the sound
So patience learns a song
This is the evening that gathers our years
Turns laughter into something clear
We don’t come here to prove a thing
We come to feel sincere
Liezel enters like the morning sun
Dancing hope into the air
A mother’s love behind her smile
A joy that says “I care”
Wilfred speaks and sparks ignite
No drink required to see the light
A sage who laughs at certainty
And sets ideas alight
Mad Porra Paul spins the wheel and keeps the time
Always there, heart on sleeve
With goth girls screaming through the dark
He shows us how to believe
Geraldine, there’s no party and no concert
she hasn’t been.
Only one life, so live it to the full
with colour and glamor is her call.
This is the evening that softens the edge
Turns strangers into friends
We don’t come here to save the world
Just help each other mend
Sue arrives in quiet grace
Refined beyond compare
How she tolerates the rest of us
Is proof of love laid bare
Lynda walks with music and the trees
Facts like breadcrumbs on the trail
Every song a lesson learned
Every note a sail
Deborah Darling, famous, yes
But kinder than the shine
She scatters sparkle on the night
And makes the moment mine
This is the evening that teaches us why
We stayed when time moved on
We don’t come here for perfect pitch
But to prove we still belong
Arno speaks when silence asks
And then the room goes still
Few words, but every one of them
Carries weight and will
Esther moves from flame to feast
A chef, a host, a blur
Feeding bodies, feeding souls
Before the night can stir
Chrisna maps the world in plates and paths
No nonsense, sharp and true
She tells us where the good food lives
And how to get there too
Liz stands quietly in love
A steady, gentle flame
Caring without asking why
Or needing praise or name
Zosia dances the line
while she guards the wires and the screens.
Laughter and sound from afar held steady,
so joy wont fall to the ground.
This is the evening that time can’t erase
A table built of trust
We don’t come here because we must
We come because we must
So leave the door a little wide
Let the old songs breathe
This circle’s held together still
By what we give, not what we keep