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tales from an ordinary world

1999-11-15

outside

I want to write a song that embodies that Monday lunchtime feeling of solitude when you walk out into the park and sit facing away from the buildings, so all you can see is grass and trees and cracked pathways. Your head feels full of cotton wool and everybody else seems a mile away even though you think you could reach out and touch them. But it's hard when you've got other songs stuck in your head...

a pair of boots nicely placed in the gutter

I'm sure there's a story behind this (above), but I just don't know what it is.

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