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YOUNG TREE GREEN
03:56
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The lights turn on inside me, to clear the way
And the streets are empty, this time of day
Maybe I’m some type of clown
Juggling black and white and right and wrong
We tried to make some magic, painting NEA
We were so young and stupid, if it’s all the same
And I can’t remember, the last time it rained inside
No I can’t remember, the last time it rained inside my mind
I swell up inside my conscience with the smoke screen blues
Memory trouble lingers, like a line of clues
And I celebrate the last leaves to fall, it seems
That my willingness envy helps to grow the young tree green
And I’m trying to capture that lost feeling
Yes I’m trying to capture, that lost feeling - feeling
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COBWEBS AND GLUE
04:53
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Alone in a crowd, watching the sun fall
Faces in shroud, buried in words
A primitive sky stained like wine on solemn lips
I’m taking the bus home tonight
This is the real world, rising from the shadows
Cobwebs and glue, a street artist’s view
City lights rising, over graffiti walls
I’m on my way home, on my way home
This is the coal face, the place I belong
Writing this song, capture the mood
Attired in grey, it’s the end of the day
Everyone seems to be speaking, another language
Note book and dreams, reflections in glass
Everyone’s eyes looking inward, changing their colour
Contemplate the view, cobwebs and glue
Alone in a crowd, waiting for darkness
The sky is a cloud casting a dull and solemn hue
Buildings in blue, towers of money lust
The people off the boat will have to fill the void
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EARLY HOURS
04:30
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Don’t think about tomorrow, if you can’t fall to sleep
There’s no use feeling sorrow, then happiness in relief
Waiting for the early hours
When cats and shadows own the street
Watching the TV shows
No one usually sees
Check list on arrival, glue, brush, paper, camera
An artist on a mission, hunting for the perfect wall
Now the sun is rising, night creatures fall to sleep
It always seems surprising, when commuters find their feet
I waited for the early hours, to lead my secret life
Watching the numbers pass, marking the digital divide
Check list on arrival, glue, brush, paper, camera
An artist on a mission, hunting for the perfect wall
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HIDE AND SEEK
03:51
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Become a Satellite, circle the money dream
You bet your sweet sweet life, it isn't what it seems
Colour your paled face, with dirty currency
Making a solid case, no more hide and seek
Then you come alive, then you come alive then you come
Strutting like a pimp, strutting like a pimp, strutting like a
Flapping in the wind, flapping in the wind flapping in the
Shoulder claw your prey shoulder claw your prey shoulder claw
Talk your way around, talk your way around talk your way
Justify your moves, justify your moves, justify
Image on a wall, image on a wall, image on a
Street art telling groove, street art telling groove, street art telling
Foreign towers fall, weight of conspiracy
Shoulder responsibility, polish the knuckle band
Become a Satellite, circle the money dream
You bet your sweet sweet life, it isn't what it seems
How does it feel? Now that you vandalise those walls
How does it feel? Playing your hide and seek with cars
How does it feel? Counting the days between your posts
How does it feel? Putting it all into a verse
How does it feel? Now that you've found your secret cause
How does it feel? Finally open up the doors
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CAROUSEL
03:39
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Ride the carousel, in leaps and bounds
Just a horse on a pole going up and down
And we think we are free – sometimes
Last night I watched you in your sleep
Your eye lids flickering, counting sheep
Cold tiled floor reminds me of the distance I still have to fall
Prancing around, play ground themes and blinkered grins, painted eyes
Playing peek-a-boo, behind my hands
Letting cracks of light in, your smiling sounds
Just a horse on a pole going up and down
And it feels so good – sometimes
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FLUTTER AND FADE
03:52
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Sunset of leaves, breaking the blue, double exposure the ghost face of you
Bleed into grey, first autumn rains, view from the side walk, noise of the trains.
Brick veneer walls, attracts the tags, catalogue of dreams, ripped at the seams.
Through child's eyes, old man inside, just watching leaves
Change the colour to old car, from vermillion red to the drama city lights
Flutter and fade, crest fallen sun, sets in your sleep like a hit and run
Like a hit and run with the setting sun
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KANGAROO
04:05
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I have been here before, I recognise everything
Driving slowly, past the flowers
The sky is now black and grey, omen for another day
Steam is rising, off the pavement
Through caution to the wind, screaming down empty roads
You’re wanting to get home, someone’s waiting for you
Moonshine eyes, staring back
Red grey tears, fade to black
Kangaroo nature strip, lost to the darkest night
Just another road side victim
Next to the flower shrine, changed for each milestone
Always lasting, caught in memory
Moonshine eyes, staring back at me
Red grey tears, faking what they see
Through the years, place flowers at the scene
All those tears now fade to black
How much of this is real, only you can decide
Like a tempest on a chain, shedding hope to confide
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B-ROLL VISTA
03:13
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Well they call this the lucky country
Vast distances bounding with plenty
Union Jack in the corner of the flag
With mate ship and a fair go for all
All these promises are broken
When someone arrives by boat
Then your world is girt by fences
And your hopes residing in past tenses
You have to sow your lips together...
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HORSE AND RIDER
01:17
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PICTURES AND WORDS
03:43
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Walking around, pretend to be vague
A character trait, writing my name on a wall
Please don’t tell a soul
Complex decisions, I’m wringing my hands
Losing my temper, hoping that you’ll understand – please understand
A million strange voices, liking and blogging a world
Of pictures and words – pictures and words
Silver encrusted and trying to be heard – above the noise
Driving around the street late at night
Look for a shelter, darkness is turning around – becomes my friend
Pretense and vision, washing my hands in a dream
Of pictures and words
Spell check the notion, struggle in glee
Temperature portrait, building a castle of words – pictures and words
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STOPPING PLACES
04:21
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See the Christmas lights are making, the windows pretty
With the promise of New Year fashion, let’s light up the candles
Let’s all light up the candles
The janitor goes about his , work making things cleaner
I can see him through misty windows, tearing down those pictures
Tearing down those pictures
Wait at those stopping places, making eyes sleepy
A place for chewing gum, decipher graffiti
Decipher graffiti
Those stopping places in my mind, and in my eyes
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PASTE-UP
01:41
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ANOTHER SHADOW
03:38
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An ideal and a dream, keep it under cover
You’re not what you seem to be
Trying to be heard, a tear drop in an ocean
Just another shadow, tonight
Summer almost here, time to start a new career now
Given half the chance you will play your royal picture cards, tonight
Wanting to go home, feeling slightly foolish
This prison is a throne inside
Money is a game, making some folks dizzy
I just want to hide away
The proof is on the wall, making me a street artist tonight
If you only new, I’m trying my best to please you
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RING OF ROSES
04:42
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In a circle, dancing like a petal, caught on a stiff breeze
Walking spirals on cobble stone and muscles
Shoot everything he see's on a mobile phone
Like a waster, a comic book of trouble, kicking out on his own, oh oh
Just a stranger, a faceless book of poems
Each one another clone of the first.
Ring of roses, comic book of poses, dance to the light of the moon.
Passing hours, daisy chain of flowers
Each one falls to the ground, pretend to die, pretend to die
Ring of roses, comic book of poses, dancing like your on TV
Ring of flowers, for-get-me-not and clover, each one cut at the stem
Like a waiter serving up a picture, wheat-paste it to the wall
Just a stranger, a pseudonym on paper, photograph to prove I was here
Nea was here, Nea was here, Nea was here.
Ring of roses, comic book of poses, dance to the light of the moon.
Ring of flowers, holy hock and poppies, each one cut at the stem
Ring of roses, comic book of poses, dancing like your on TV
Ring of flowers, for-get-me-not and clover, each one cut at the stem
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LUCIFER
05:59
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NOCTURNAL FLOWER
03:16
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I see the life in your eyes and I know I'm home
I hear laughter and cries and I know I'm awake
A blanket of holes is letting in light in the sky at night
Stories are told of venus and mars and the scars on our wings
I know the power of words and their hold on our lives
I make a nocturnal flower grow in my eyes
A curtain of waves is fluttering in the wind of the change
His studio face is struggling to hold it in - rearrange
I see my face in the glass
Still just a boy inside
I take a photograph in the night for proof
I watch the Satellite in the sky on the roof.
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ILLUSION ONE
04:40
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In the place behind my eyes, it comes as no surprise
The ways in which I make believe that I'm changing
And I want to believe, yes I want to believe I don't want to deceive myself
Cause I think that's important.
The castle and the mote seems like a faded hope
I toil away the tears to pay for the landlords holiday
And I want to believe, yes I want to believe I don't want to deceive myself
Cause I know that's important.
The mystery of the thief, safe inside his keep
He lives his life tending to his stolen fortune
And he wants to believe, yes he wants to believe he is happiest on his own
No need for sharing.
The child inside the man, obeys the master plan
he lives each day according to what the white board says to do
But he wants to believe yes he wants to believe he is exercising choice
Because that's whats important, he is told it's important, he believes it's important.
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STREET ELEGY
02:26
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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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