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Foundling
03:53
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Fly, from the cage that contains you
Think like a bird on the wing
Sing with the courage conviction
Dance with the currents on high
Fly from my boot heals
Colours of a prism in face count the cost oh
Correct the down turn and odor of failure
And the sharks that circle
Summon a problem to solve
The chatter will soon unfold
High above the people and all of their steeples
Fly,Fly,Fly, from a world that’s lost it’s bearings
Fly…
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Mainstream
02:46
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In the mainstream – you can meet a lot of people
In the mainstream – you can always ask for favors
In the mainstream – you can sell a useless product
In the mainstream – you can bask in hope and glory
Well I’ve never been in the mainstream, only in the tributaries
My contribution is a laughing stock, like a jester or a fool of sorts
In the mainstream – you can write your own story
In the mainstream – you can find a new perspective
In the mainstream – you can make a lot of money
In the mainstream – you can make a lot of choices
What can make me feel this way?
Brush and colour my encroaching grey
Tooth sparkle after glow, glitter bug snail
Puppy eyed, wallet faced, waging my tail
But I’m a puddle duck, a laughing stock, a clown in civi’s
High priest of the uncouth
A colossal mistake, a wearisome bore
I thought I had something, I thought I had something,
But I guess I was wrong
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Blue Curtains
05:01
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The moment comes, lying low, in hospital, the curtains blue
I try to sleep, I try to call, I’m here alone, no help at all
The blinkered staff, in the corridors, professional, desensitised
Body is shaking wild, head like a frightened child
Who can validate my condition in this hour of need
I want to go home
I want to feel like myself again
Not smothered by hospital blue
With each mistake, take a heavy fall
To mend my ways, I must be sure
The time has come, to face the day
A heavy heart, be on my way (from hospital)
The sound of pain, fills the room
Raw and tender, sympathy
Something broken, deep inside me, deep suspicion, I can feel
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Finest Hour
04:15
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In my finest hour I can see everything, aware of the smallest things
In my finest hour, under the spell of the shower I can find clarity, drenched in serenity
I can talk for hours, but at people, not with people
Talk inside my head, like a lecturer on a proverbial soapbox
In my finest hour, I am alone inside, nurture a kind of pride
In the ivory tower, in my finest hour the future is a golden place
an open and shut case
I’m an open book, a long sad face, an earnest smile, a country mile
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Spaces and Places
05:37
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The quiet glow of a night street light - takes me to a place inside
The flooding light of a kitchen bright – like the clean set walls of a Star Wars site
When the sun, fills me up like a three course meal I feel alive
The shallow dreams of a stage lit play, work their magic in a different way
When the lights go down in a theatre, it makes me see why I trusted her
I’m surprised at my gentleness, I feel alive
Like a ricochet from an acoustic chamber with high ceilings and white walls
Like a fairy tale with a never ending story line
A full moon might mean a bad dream night
The cow jumps over and the dish runs away with the spoon
Inside my car no one can touch me or infect me
Inside my head, complete control is never sober
I’m feeling ever so small, in these lonely spaces (repeat)
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Light Under a Bushel
04:34
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Lifelines ingrained in the palm of my hand
I feel so restrained when it comes to blowing my horn
I sit in a state of ore
I look back at days of yore
Self-doubt fills me up inside
Makes me want to run and hide
All of the ways that I can hurt myself
And all of the days I want to be someone else
Sadness stains like an iron brand
Kindness fails at my command
Past on, through time and place
In the end we fight our nature, can’t pretend to be who we’re not
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White Walls and Dreams
04:27
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It may be too hard to comprehend
It may be too hard to find a voice
When you chose to start again
And prevent the fall of the axe
The voices of ridicule have mustered their strength
And in a gesture reciprocal I gather reasons to jump
Inside I feel sadness – for the dreams I left unhatched
The white walls that surround me , ask for more than I can give now
Take a chance and begin, there’s a new world to explore
Take a leaf and a pen like a Huckleberry Finn
You must never give in, strive until the final fall
We must never give in, we shall strive until we fall
With my family beside me, I feel ten feet tall
Squish mellow pillow behind me, a couch to cushion the fall
They say blood is thicker than water
Genetics to answer the call
Turn the page of a diary, sail to a distant shore
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Remote Control
03:45
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Goose step like a soldier on remote control
Swimming in oblivion losing control
Reaching out for help, to gain control
Cipher for the news cycle, being controlled
I feel like a puppet on remote control
An animated avatar losing my mind
Following the heard walking in the line
Counter culture beckons from a distant time
Carve out my own way, having too much to say
Feeling up and down today
I feel like a puppet on remote control
Following a pattern I cannot avoid
Paying too much money for a house of cards
A textbook case of misgivings - losing control
Losing control, I’m losing control
I’m losing control (repeat)
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Moon of a Sun
03:01
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The sea peaks are high tonight
The white water scrum is fierce tonight
The swell of the jagged scrolls, is high and emboldened tonight
They dance and they cry tonight
Dancing and shaking and staking their claims
They fly across the ocean wide
Tethered to emptiness tears inside
Gait - like a clown, when we fall to the ground
Crying and panting tormenting the furniture
You may be a million miles away
But your words are so hurtful
If it weren’t for the map forlorn of your heart – I could die
Just want a new start
Let go of my hand you sleeping sound
For it’s the night which brings much mercy
Forgiveness and light, patience and courtesy
And as for the other one, I’m just his son
I cannot be counted. Just the moon of a sun (repeat)
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I remember watching all the TV shows
We watched countdown, The goodies and Dr Who
When I was young they couldn’t stop you coming through
Then I watch you play on my old VCR
2001 always seemed so long and far
When I could dream about being a super star
Netflix killed the video star (repeat)
Technology has grown throughout the years
Leaving some behind, full of fear
I remember how the jingles used to go
Video easy then could always steal the show
Netflix killed the video star (repeat)
And now we walk past an abandoned video store
The shelves are empty and there’s nothing on the floor
But we remember how we used to beg for more
You were the first one, you’ll be the last one
Netflix killed the video star (repeat)
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Long Cold Gaze
03:13
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When my intensions are not good
And there’s an ache inside my chest that destroys me
I take a long cold gaze at life, and my failings are all I see
It destroys me
To talk the walk of the brave is futile
Because my worthiness escapes me
The sour dreams of the past, envelop me, consume me
If I take a long hot shower maybe I can wash away the ugliness
When my feelings are so dark
The shadows will become me, consume me
I take a long cold gaze at life, and my failings are all I see
They destroy me
Is it selfishness or just self-indulgence?
When Money’s hard to find, I waste my time creating useless nothings
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Kaleidoscope Days
05:46
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With dappled street eyes I see, mysterious ways to be
Kaleidoscope days pass by, copybook rules don’t apply
My hip pocket nerve is aching again
The memory chain is making a sound
It’s time to find out all of the needs I ignore
It’s time to take stock of all of the seeds I have grown
The weather has turned around again
Following all the latest trends
The cycle always takes me by surprise
Arresting my blue day dream eyes
The comical aspiration clues
Indicate it’s time to pay my dues
Under cover of darkness, I connect with my old self
In the shadow of a cold doubt, I curl myself up inside
Inside I sit on a thrown, dilapidated all alone
Beguiled by changing the scene, afraid of what this could mean
Last time I sat down and I counted what I own
It’s not for wealth or gain my heart is over flowing
I treasure moments that bring forth a happy feeling
Like looking forward past the windows and the ceilings
Windows and ceilings, recount those dappled feelings
My hip pocket nerve is aching again
These feelings inside I can't explain
Imagination is a world within a world
I cannot wait for all the wonders to unfurl
The ladder rising takes us to a wider view
It gives me hope to recreate the world a new
The silence of the night belies my waking dreams
I try to block it out with my crazy schemes
It’s time to take a fall, before the morning sun
You can’t walk before you crawl, before the money gun
I don’t believe in fait, we decide which way to go
Courageous conviction, is our only saving grace
Windows and ceilings, recount those dappled feelings
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Euie b Graham Canberra, Australia
Ending formal lessons on violin, I began writing songs in 1992, graduating to a four-track cassette recorder shortly after, and the addictive journey of composing then recording was entrenched. I continue, assimilating influences and forging my own way. I shy away from performing, I write, record then move on. I would love others to listen and enjoy, and hold out hope that I May find an audience. ... more
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