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Time slips by, one minute its time to get up and the next its bed time, the day i live in is a collection of one dam thing after another. i care about the people i love, i care about this day. This is all we have, this right now, i don’t own any of tomorrow, i can’t explain yesterday i can only live right here right now in this moment and on this page.

MAY B MINOR

The band were all back at work in the studio dishing up backing tracks and being creative in 45. Its early May. A studio very much Glenn’s home, its filled with his life, his collections of LP’S and old hoovers, fairy lights and posters, wires and sofas, and lunch cooked by either Carly or Jayne. Thank you. Its often a hot house of glances and words unsaid, its often a very chilled place to be, even in the heat of battle. Mostly its a place of happiness and love. Outside the trading estate, men in overalls spraying cars, stacks of bricks steel and beer barrels...

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