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SHORT STORIES

by Euie b Graham

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Caught between two trees with feelings they can’t tell What it like, to live through the ages of time They cannot tell me All that they’ve been through There bark is peeling to reveal flesh Play play on my mind, don’t let us forget What we’ve done to the world, all the years that have passed We’re like a child it is time to break fast Play play on my mind, don’t let us forget this Listen carefully Can you here trees falling in the bush Now, tell me, if there is no one there to witness Is it still crashing, when it is falling? Or is the sound we here not there at all? Play play on my mind, don’t let us forget this The air is still, the branches lie The trunk is torn, its heart in the ground
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FROZEN 02:29
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It’s getting colder, daylight saving ends tomorrow I’m getting older, yet another season turning Into something that’s forbearing and forbidden to The days are getting shorter, trying different ways to finish The hours are seeming fewer, rushing like the shadows moving Still, quite still, quite nice, But something’s lurking in that place outside And I will not look, I lack the courage to face it full on Raining like a willow tree looks, sending leaves a far Weather holds the land in sight, and it holds me to The minutes are ticking quicker Passing like there’s no tomorrow The sky is changing colour Watching us through its cloudy eyes Still, quite still, quite nice But something’s lurking in that place outside the door
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Fine fellow, washing his car, taking his time making sure it is clean Yes it is a clean machine Window shopping, looking around finding the best bargain buy in the store Just like a mannequin on display Sunday telly, beer belly, watching the news to be sure it is real There’s a whole world of countries out there These days make me so hollow I hide between the warm sheets Of my bed, just as if the long black night has not yet gone away This day makes me sober and clean, sometimes it has no effect That’s when I know the week has no end and the sun owns each day Life without rules, letting the moon lead you to an ambush In the yard, this is not your home, these people do not know me any more These days leave me empty and dry, no chance to get some relief From the sun and the moon watching me in the sky – never stops Just when I think I am free, they spook me and threaten my skin Even dreams hold no shade from their view, they get you every day of your life
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TIED TO TURN 04:02
Sitting in a sunken garden, crouching in alley ways Not wanting to be seen Standing like silent trees, whistle like a cool breeze Not wanting to be seen – no no no! Wont you play? Wont you play with me? Wont you not listen to my pleads? Feeling like I’m alone, even though you are here Not wanting to be heard Please tell me another story, I’m not tired it’s still quite early I can think about the tide, you can think about the time We waited for the tide to turn Saturated with a cause, nothing matters that’s not important Forget the world and all its trouble. Forget religion and all their sins We can live without protection, I can live without you I can live, say it over and over again Please tell me another story, I’m not tired it’s still quite early I can sit and waste my time, you can sit and help me waste the time Please tell me another story...
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HUNGRY 03:24
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FAST FOOD 02:44
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HIDING 05:09
Hiding, hiding from you Don’t know why I’m hiding, hiding from the world Hiding, hiding from myself Don’t know why I’m hiding, hiding in this place
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MISFIT FOOL 04:04
Walking through a landscape, I’m looking at a millionaire Watching how he walks, comparing him to me – how do I fair? Why do I care now, it’s not that I don’t feel satisfaction Better pop a few pills now, three or four aspro clear Walking over pavement, I’m searching for a place to eat Can’t get away from feet, taking their bodies home to a better place Where do I go now, to get some much needed privacy Don’t let it show now, that you are a misfit fool Walking through a garden, looking at the flowers dying there Grass is to wet to sit, seat is occupied by a millionaire
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Why do you receive my car? Why do you receive my letters? Why don’t you respect my thoughts? Why don’t you give me your attention? Why do I have to sit and amuse myself all alone? Why should I have to feel so bad having thought about you? Why do I share myself with a book mark? Why do I hide from you when I’m happy? Why do I – when I’m lonely? Why don’t I – when I’m settled? Why do I – when I’m cosy? Why don’t I – when I’m feeling tired? Why do I tell you my thoughts? Why do I share with you feelings? Why don’t I read a book, go to sleep, listen to music? Why can’t I ever seem to scratch the surface? Why do I share myself with a book mark? Why do I hide from you when I’m happy? Why do I – when I’m lonely? Why don’t I – when I’m settled? Why do I – when I’m cosy? Why don’t I – when I’m feeling tired?
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Waiting for, the morning after hardship Look out for, the sunshine after thunder Listen for the luck that’s due to come your way – here today This can’t be explained away to Nothing much has changed inside me, nothing that can be explained Rouse about, relaxed completely casual Nothings wrong, and that’s the way it better stay Here today, I feel, tired I feel safe I feel calm, what could the matter be Yes it is a clean machine This can’t be explained away to Nothing much has changed inside me, nothing that can be explained This can’t be explained away to Nothing much has changed inside me, nothing that can be explained
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52 PICK UP 04:34
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MOTHS 03:29
Moths, heading for light, searching for where The light is coming from Out on the prowl, prowling the sky, heading your way Moths, on the right track, tracking the sense Sensing the light Moths, heading for light, stopping their way, screens and window panes Window Panes Needing to get to the light Before the day breaks When they are never to be found Searching, for the right side life Searching for light, hunting for light, leading a bright bright life Spinning round and round again Frenzied manic behaviour I need to be free, from this hopeless chasing Moths, moths, moths And when I find it I’ll be sure That it was worth waiting for

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Short Stories represents the first half of my writing and recording in 1995. The original material made up three 45 minute tapes worth of music, entitled "Two Eyes Two Views"; "All the Day Told" and "The Expedition".

I was reading Patric White, Kafka and Albert Camus, and listening primarily to "The Smiths"; "Violent Femmes"; "Stereo Lab" and "The Sugar Cubes" at the time. Few songs reflect these influences directly however, and my song writing was still based on earlier fundamental sources such as The Beatles and The Velvet Underground.

My sound evolved by way of using screw drives and other implements to get different sounds out of the guitar, forming a more atonal and atmospheric ground of sound upon which melodies rested. Percussion was very primitive with the exception of a few tracks recorded with my friend Derek John Yuen who was playing with Melbourne band "The Underground Lovers" at the time.

There is a child like resonance in this collection, showing my under belly and my relative innocence aged 22 years. This is not a professional recording, or something that the majority would want to listen to. It is raw and vital and brimming with life, and hopefully capturing a rich inner life.

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released July 1, 1995

All songs written and recorded by Euan B Graham between January and June 1995. Drums on "Rise and Shine" and "Something to Play With" by Derek J Yuen.

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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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