InChorus presents their a cappella version of "Imagine" by John Lennon. Immerse yourself in the spirit of InChorus; the big choir with the big smile and the biggest heart. Filmed on location in Peebles *** Follow us on https://www.facebook.com/in...  moreInChorus presents their a cappella version of "Imagine" by John Lennon. Immerse yourself in the spirit of InChorus; the big choir with the big smile and the biggest heart. Filmed on location in Peebles *** Follow us on https://www.facebook.com/inchorus https://www.twitter.com/inchoruschoir https://www.inchoruschoir.co.uk ********** InChorus is a large, vibrant, contemporary choir of all ages, from Peebles in the Scottish Borders. This is no ordinary choir. From the start we set out to be the best at what we do and we love doing it. Our performance, our music, our sound and our spirit are all totally unique and cherished by all our members and our local community. Arranged by Aly Skidmore Sound Production: andy Lumb and Sam Guthrie Film production: Tom Swift  less

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Sung here in a transposed version by the dwsChorale poem by Adrian Lowe, music by Anthony Frost Colindale! Out he walks, six feet tall, twenty two years, ripped jeans, but respectable (it's Saturday after all). He's no threat he's going to cru...  moreSung here in a transposed version by the dwsChorale poem by Adrian Lowe, music by Anthony Frost Colindale! Out he walks, six feet tall, twenty two years, ripped jeans, but respectable (it's Saturday after all). He's no threat he's going to cruise the shops. Along she walks with her groceries old, frail, her life hangs behind her like a snail-trail, dirty but still quite natural. Her eyes focus, she sees him: the determined stride and the baseball cap, the torn pants and his Walkman. Fearful, frightened, full of disgust and mistrust, she crosses the street, scowling like a scornful cat that's just been thrown off a lap. I felt ashamed, I felt annoyed What about trust? I just wouldn't react that way. But then, as a youth approached me I had a sudden and crucial thought. I don't want to be smashed up and I don't want to lose these things that I've just bought. So I crossed the street and silently became a product of this century.  less

[A version of this article first appeared as a post on my blog From the Front of the Choir]   “I hate this song!”   "Well, don’t sing it then." “No, it’s OK, I’ll do it.”     Pho...