This is a fictional account of a man who wakes up in ICU after a car crash which has taken the life of his wife. He is badly injured and drifts in and out of consciousness. When sleeping he dreams of his wife, only to awake to his terrible tragedy. After some time he is close to discharge but he discharges himself. He doesn't return home but goes absent and walks the streets for days. Eventually he finds shelter with homeless people in the abandoned harbour warehouse. One day when on the street he sees a young woman who reminds him of his late wife. She is in conflict with a young man who cruelly and publicly is ending the relationship. The man is hurling abuse at her and she looks both terrified and heartbroken. No one says anything and most look away. This event has a profound effect on him. That night he doesn't dream of his wife but eventually he dreams of the young woman and the heartbreak in her face. This is the dream he now has every night. One morning he awakes with only one thought, to find and visit his wife's grave and finally say goodbye. From here he returns to the house they owned together and the way of healing and recovery has begun. The story ends with him visiting the beach they had planned to go to on the night of the fatal crash.

Music inspired by the cinematic imagery of David Lynch.

All digital instruments, percussion and vocals by Glynn Heppenstall
All female backing vocals by Lores.

Recorded at Digger Bee Studio's

All artist proceeds are paid to The Multiple Sclerosis Society UK.

www.mssociety.org.uk

My Place in the Decadent Slum

Let me tell you about my place
In the Decadent slum
Where the ship's at sea blew their horn
And lulled me into sleep.
There I had nothing and I was no one.
I wandered the rain soaked streets
Sleeping in doorways and on benches
For days I didn't eat anything
Such as my stupor possessed me
By the harbour the abandoned warehouses
That shelter the dispossessed
Here I took refuge and a new reality began
I'll spare the details of violence and drugs
The homeless couple making love
Their broken bodies in a bed of fleas
Hoping for solace in this house of disease
Time passes in a dull routine
Begging for money, to eat, get high
Or drink myself into oblivion
I'm thin now, hair is long, a ragged beard
Rings around my bloodshot eyes
And every night I dream of you
And wake to realise my fate
Every night you come alive
And each morning die
Outside the grocer's sitting on the floor
People pass by looking straight through me
A child stops and gives me money
The tears of shame and despair
Are trapped behind my eyes
I think I see you, you look so much alike
The man shouts and taunts you
And everyone walks by, they all walk by
I want to stand up and yell "Leave her alone"
But I am broken and exhausted
You look broken and exhausted
And everyone walks by, they all walk by
Night comes and I sleep but do not dream
Day comes like another repeat
Night comes and again I do not dream
Then I sleep, I dream and I see her face
The young woman in the street
Her eyes and face full of grief
On waking I know it's time to return
The empty house with post piled high
The table in the kitchen
A menu book still open at the recipe
For the meal you planned to cook
When returning from our walk by the shore

And I know though living may be troubled
I will live for you
I will live for you
I will live for you.