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IMPOSSIBLE LANDSCAPE
04:52
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Walking for days, searching for time
Wanting to be somewhere.
Impossible light crowning a hill,
Walking without a care.
What is it like to be asleep
Following the herd and counting sheep?
Take a faraway look into the eyes
Of one of those happy faces.
Trailing behind, a simple shadow
A lonely conquistador
In the failing light, a beautiful sight.
An impossible discovery.
Is this what it’s like to be asleep?
A trailblazing line of frightened sheep?
Take a faraway look into the eyes
Of one of those frightened faces.
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SLEEP
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His shallow eyes flickering, frightened frenzy occupied.
Taken away, taken away
Seeing the dirty creature laughing by his side.
Sweating, twisted, looking into its yellow eyes,
Taken away, taken away.
Millions of people – go to sleep
Asleep in their houses – dream of rain.
Twisted and restless – Go to sleep
Hopelessly tired – dream of rain.
His shallow eyes, tricky and twisted, little surprise
Sting in the tail of a lovely lullaby.
Millions of people, sleeping like angels,
Carousel parties, ladies and servants.
Cherish the moment, faces remembered.
Colourful heroes, terrible fighters.
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INSIDE OUT
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‘Come’, says the evening air damp and painful
Against the soft skin parts
Soft belly whitewash, penniless and sallow
Wrapping itself around bones.
Turning you inside out.
‘Come’, says the evening,
A great distance from the nearest fire,
Thought beyond that again.
‘Come’, says the evening,
Animals spy, then scurry.
Turning you inside out.
This evening I have seen my future in the mirror
Preocupied wih a desire for eternity
To be unhurried, take time
To stop, question, ignor and explore
Walking through a landscape of interminable being
This is the evening air sharp and pittiless
Against the soft skin parts.
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PERFECT FLAVOUR
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I am your perfect flavour.
I am your infant favour.
You answer when I am calling.
I catch you when you’re falling.
I am your traffic sign
I am your excellent time.
I am your celebration
I am your good vibration
I am your perfect flavour
An enigmatic hero copybook saviour.
I am your situation
You are an instrument of torture.
Let the world forget your name tonight.
I am a mysterious stranger
Just a soulmate looking for adventure.
I am your secret lover
Let the world forget your name tonight
You are an instrument of torture
I am your traffic sign
I am your excellent time.
I am your celebration
I am your good vibration
I am your secret lover
In the dead of night under the covers.
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BLACK ICE
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Crosses on highways, flowers left to die.
A road of black ice takes me
Toward the evening sky.
Warning signs appear out of nowhere
Like the bleeding ribbons in your hair.
Black ice and a face of pure evil
Passes me with only inches to spare.
Driven to the forest in the boot of a Japanese car
Probably the result of a prank that had gone too far.
Smell the country air and the petrol fumes,
Plot a terrible revenge.
Don’t let the moment overwhelm you.
Running through the trees like a hunted animal
Don’t want to be another body found by a tourist
Lost in the forest, waiting for the sun to rise,
Pretending to be an old explorer or a bushranger.
Sit beneath the stars in a clearing
Make a fire, sing a song, go to sleep
And you dream of a perfect day.
White lines, sunshine, clean skin, toothpaste,
Orange juice, breakfast and a cup of tea.
Friendly faces in the morning read the paper
Walk the dog, write a letter to your mother
While discussing the evening news.
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WATCHING RAINBOWS
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Waiting in the market square,
Maybe you’ll see me there today,
Trying to sell.
Standing in a market place, waiting
Feels like a clothes horse steeple chase,
Trying to sell my wares.
Leaving my number, giving my address as well
To another passerby.
Taking my chances, hoping the rain doesn’t fall
Looking like another fool, searching for the gravy trail.
And who would ever have thought
This is where I put myself to sleep.
Change, respect and reward.
A new life out of the river of sound.
Making a getaway, chasing a rainbow home
Looking like another fool, searching for the gravy trail.
Standing in the market square,
Maybe you’ll see me there today,
Trying to sell my wares.
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HOTEL FEVER
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Find a clue on a lightshade behind a red shadow.
Feeling cool in a light behind the read lampshade glow.
The friendly glow of a light behind a red lampshade
Gave the room a detached, hotel fever kind of atmosphere.
Sensation that can lead you back.
Back to the cheap wine and cigarettes,
Back to the bar table talk
Skirting the parameters of limp politics and filth.
Skirting the parameters of politics and filth.
Back to strange company
The sort of people you never know well
But who treat you like an old friend.
You never know how to be yourself around here.
You’re like a bad mimic, gasping like a goldfish,
Screwed by a stagefright feeling.
You never know how to act your age around here.
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THERE IS NO MUSIC
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CLIMAX
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SAFETY FIRST NET
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Over and over and over again,
Winding like clockwork, you’ve run down again.
Counting your fingers, turning the key
Changing and changing and changing the time,
Turning and turning and turning away.
Run from the chance to increase the pain
Safety first net, too late to change.
Over and over you’re starting again.
Watching like a spectator wishing to play,
Wishes aren’t granted, you’ve learnt that by now.
Turning and turning, you’re turning away.
Run from the chance to increase your pain,
Safety first net, too late to change your mind.
Run from the chance to embrace the past
Safety first net, you’ve never let go,
You ran from the chance to improve your name.
You’ve never let go, you’re turning away.
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There’s a little room in the corner above the stairs,
Above the drama of slamming doors and clenched teeth.
The room is made of glass and is a part of my captured soul.
A dark figure exists there, and provokes a frightened glance
From time to time.
A pervasive glow from the place
Gives the living room a funeral parlour gloom.
He’s having a heart attack - in there, in the other room.
My God, he’s gone, he’s gone!
All of the children are free, waiting for someone’s return.
Try not to look at the moon bathed in a pale, white gloom.
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NEW AGE
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SLEEP WALK
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CHASE SCENE
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WHITE SMILE
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White smile and a subtle gesture
Got no money and I’ve got no conscience.
Took advantage of a hostile climate.
Saw her standing by the hotel diner
Saddle over like a midnight cowboy.
Gunna take my time, leave it all behind
Lie about my name, examining the walls.
White smile like a magnet beacon,
A gifthorse taken from the bargain basement.
The bedroom had a kind of vacant horror.
She said she wanted me to take a shower.
It always feels the same, I’ll have to change my name.
She made me feel ashamed when she made me smile.
Gunna take my time, leave it all behind,
Lie about my name, examining the walls.
The night has ended and I feel so lonely.
The room smells like a bloody abattoir
Just frozen glances on the wall behind me
Leave a smile on the bedroom floor.
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DREAM PATTERNS
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OUT OF BODY
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STARS
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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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