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That Sunday Feeling
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I'll lie here and think about it
chris whitty the peppermoths
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A scintillating nimbus.
What is the point of 'The Peppermoths'? Who knows? In the ravages of time probably nowt, but to it's members, an outlet, a voice in which to attempt to counteract- in some minute way- the doctrine that Socialism, as a valid political and economic theory is impotent- for starters, by educating people that Socialists do not want to prevent people from making money, but expect those who do, to contribute to the Society that helps them earn that money, or to try and ensure that all schools must be of mixed Religions/race/sex, integration from a young age will make the world a happier, safer place, or just to raise a smile. Things have changed since the band formed. The bubble has burst, but people seem to be in denial, acting as if nothing has happened. There is not enough being done to right the inequalities created over the previous three decades (now four decades)- the haves are still getting richer at the expense of the have nots. Anyhoo, this site is about songs. legacy sold a nations soul the inevitable few struck gold lauding our innate greed has resewn the disparate seed by 3gGene Contact: christopherwhitty@hotmail.com http://www.amnesty.org/ http://www.humanism.org.uk/ http://www.chomsky.info/ http://thepeppermoths.com/ http://www.richarddawkins.net/
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3gGene (C. Whitty) a.k.a Fezz!!
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Chris Whitty
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August 25, 2011
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 2:53
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That Sunday Feeling Glanced through the slight open blinds Back under the sheets snow outside I can’t find the will or the way To move, think I’ll lie here all day The dj’s rambling, he ain’t got nought to say Another glance the frost on the pane says stay I close my eyes and dream my favourite dream That Sunday feeling watch time floating by Stare at the ceiling that’s my Sunday sky I visualise the world outside To get up and fly But I just sigh The world goes racing by wrapped up tight Their breaths trailing to merge with white light Neighbours kiss goodbye, scrape ice from their cars The radio playing Life on Mars I close my eyes and dream my favourite dream That Sunday feeling watch time floating by Stare at the ceiling that’s my Sunday sky I visualise the world outside To get up and fly But I just sigh Chris Whitty aka 3gGene/Fezz
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