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Blip Synths 3:140:00/3:14
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Dream Synths 3:140:00/3:14
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DRUMS 3:140:00/3:14
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Electric Guitars 3:140:00/3:14
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Intro Guitar 3:140:00/3:14
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Live Bass 3:140:00/3:14
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Main Pad 3:140:00/3:14
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Main Vocal 3:140:00/3:14
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Mallets 3:140:00/3:14
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Otherworld Synths 3:140:00/3:14
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Synth Bass 3:140:00/3:14
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Violin Solo 3:140:00/3:14
Cafe culture stems F major 120BPM
I Left the house early nice and quiet like
The early sun beamed through at intervals between the buildings
Alternate shadows casting long zebra patterns on the city streets
Pierced by bursts of light
As brightness is amplified through occasional glass fronts
The relative quiet and wild glow gives it a rare beauty
Everyday objects animated into things of interest
Post boxes, buses, amateur graffiti
A familiar sound gradually crystallised in my consciousness
Forever Young. Not often you hear Bob Dylan anymore
Even the more popular stuff
I stared into the shop tasteful wooden textures, obscure fresco
Not my thing to be honest
Before I knew it myself I was sat in the window
New smells and sounds
I ordered a tea and a bacon sandwich
Asking for the fat to be cut off the bacon
She wrote it down with no reply
And walked off
The chef rolled his eyes as she relayed this
Just cut the fat off the bacon mate
Just cut the fat off the bacon mate
Stilled in the moment
Low level chatter blending with sounds of my youth
Light clatter of metal and porcelain
Streets moving slowly outside
Ate my sandwich with small, imperceptible nods
Drank my tea from an unchipped cup
I stayed an hour and thought about nothing
Surprised myself by buying a muffin on the way out
Waved as I left with a smile that I meant
Dropped some coins in the jar and headed off into the day
