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STREET ARTIST

by Euie b Graham

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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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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
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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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
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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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
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
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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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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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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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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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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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
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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In 2012, the cream curved walls of bus shelters or concrete bunkers as they are colloquially known, become the gallery for my paste-ups in what I called my Canberra Bus Stop exhibition. When I first came to Canberra in 2005, the bus shelters with their unique circular design were one of the signature features of the place – one of the things that helped distinguish the city from others I had lived in, Melbourne and Brisbane.

Street art has emerged in recent decades as a significant force in contemporary art expression. A movement defined by its embrace of hybridism rather than by its adherence to prescribed boundaries. The urban environment then becomes integrated in the conception, purpose and display of the art works – it becomes the new canvas. Museum and gallery art has become largely about preservation of the art object and adoration of the anointed ones. Street art attacks this idea, born of a need for artists to engage with the emotions of the audience in a direct and powerful way, uncluttered by art theory and esoteric conceptual frameworks and wearisome middlemen. It is this desire for accessibility that drives its conception. While street art is identified as being ephemeral with scant consideration for the durability and longevity of the piece, it still relies on the artefact to carry its message. All of the pictures were eventually ripped down, some lasting until first light, others for 6 months.

The music here follows my late night adventures pasting pictures to the walls of these bus shelters. It was conceived as part of multi media blog project, combined with words, video’s and art work. The subject matter followed my whim, however the topics of "Asylum Seekers", climate change and Kangaroos became a reoccurring theme. To see and read more go to crowcries.com/street-art/

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released December 20, 2013

All songs written and recorded by Euan B Graham between September 2012 and December 2013. Recorded using garage band. I use a USB microphone to capture violin,bass, guitar and vocals.

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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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