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Crystalline
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Unfortunately Geno Luther- who wrote and laid down the piano and mellotron- died in 2010. Pic- Angel by David Rothwell
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Now a miserable old git, hair growing out of places it once didn't and not in places it once did; Autumn approaching... What's the point I still ask myself? To be on my own planet? To want to share? To relieve my frustration? To attempt to counteract- in some minute way- the doctrine that Socialism, as a valid political and economic theory is impotent? Things have changed since I first collated this page. The bubble burst, but instead of attempting to right the inequalities created over the previous three decades- the haves are still getting richer at the expense of the have nots. My band is called 'The Peppermoths'.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Dance-Pop
Charts
Peak #249
Peak in subgenre #109
Author
Chris Whitty aka 3gGene/Fezz and Geno Luther
Uploaded
August 08, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB 128 kbps 4:05
Story behind the song
Geno Luther recorded an instrumental, which I added words and some guitars and keyboards to.
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
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