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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Feast of Fiddles
Feast of Fiddles
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Whetton
Alan Whetton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Mattacks
Dave Mattacks
Producer
Mike Barry
Mike Barry
Producer

Testi

A flutter in Rio, Tornado in Texas; a whisper connecting all things
How small is the change but how much it affects us; how little the care it can bring
A flutter in the city , depression in Nexus, our loss is another man’s gain
What’s more is the pity, that no one respects us; enough to take care of the pain
When one small gesture of love can become the start of it all
Chorus:
And the world can rest on a butterfly’s wing
From the buttons they press to the bells they can ring
Whoever would guess from such innocent things
That the world can rest, rest on a butterfly’s wing
A switch in the desert the protocol is followed; a mushroom-like cloud fills our screen
An itch in the west, their assurances hollow: and fear like a cloud fills our dreams
Dividing to conquer, we’re in this together; so where are you now that it hurts
For richer, for poorer, we never know whether; together’s for better or worse
When one small turn of the tide, can take hold of the rise and the fall
A smile to a stranger, a fleeting encounter; spreads joy like a virus spreads ill
No thought for the danger, or what it amounts to; communion if ever you will
One man with a dream, one fight against evil; one search for the peace that we seek
Self-evident truth, that all are born equal; one voice if together we speak
When one, small, step for a man is a giant leap for us all
Written by: Alan Whetton
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