Geno wrote and laid down the piano and mellotron, and I added the guitars, words/vox and some keys. Sadly Geno died in December 2010- . Pic- Angel by David Rothwell. Used by kind permission.
chris whitty
the peppermoths
Lyrics
crystalline
a picture of a mother and her son
snuggled in balaclavas wellies gleaming gnashers having fun
no rush for the early summer sun
bluebells and narcissi line the path
and who will hear who
who will know who
who will need who
a veritable truth
crystals forming in azure blue
as bees delight incandescent fields ablaze
reflecting and indulging creating burning through the haze
some trails aglow some scorch a blaze
foxglove and wild poppies line the path
sometimes expectations cupped in a lonely cloud
merge into the storm to roar in the tumultuous crowd
which in turn elicit memories
those that fell with the spring rain
time and time again time and time again
and who hears who
who knows who
who needs who
a veritable truth
crystals forming in azure blue
rowans aflame as autumn hues abound
sitting on a leaf as it spirals towards the ground
her only wish that hers are bound
to freely tread the weathered path
sometimes expectations cupped in a lonely cloud
merge into the storm to roar in the tumultuous crowd
which in turn elicit memories
those that fell with the spring rain
time and again and again and again
and who heard who
who knew who
who needed who
a veritable truth
crystals forming in azure blue
every day the old lady walks around the field
she takes note of the seagulls on the crossbar so far in land
eyes still full of fire and a love that won't yield
cursing Him for all she is worth