Being brought up in a dreary town in the cold dark depths of West Cornwall in the UK, experimenting with drugs was a common thing to do on weekends. And weekdays actually.. lol
I wouldn't say we took hard drugs, but just like any other adventurous twenty-something, we dabbled with various classes but stayed clear from the smack and other wretched stuff. I reckon most people reading this has gone out on an evening, smoked a few Cheeches and sunk a few beers, popped a few pills and ended up shaggin someone :)
So this tune I present to you today was written at 7 am whilst on all of the above.
It tells the tale of walking home from the party at 5am, absorbing up the eery silence of the quiet silent streets, catching glimpses of sun rays piercing its light through the nooks and crannies of the house rooftops and trees. You finally accept that the seagulls are not talking to you and approach the safety of your front door. Ahhhhh. :)
Work followed at 12pm. Naughty Jeff I was Sat on the bus next to Mildred gurning like a Cheshire cat. Yeeow.