Blip. Ever had that moment that gets you down and nothing shakes it?
Thankfully being surrounded by lovely people is a sure fire way to turn that blip into a bubble. Guided home by Mark on a flit across the dusty, hazy lanes; flathead coupe full of warm oil vapours. Ticking leads, random misses, slipping clutch. Home into fading light with more friends and home-made cider.
Wrote a bit of a poem a while ago. Lives lived. One wonderful Ian went for a wander and came back with a tune in his head. Worked it up in the studio Tuesday, adding a spot of double bass, and wore it like a hat inside through Wednesday. Fitted fine.
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