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THE SECRET ACT OF SLEEPING

by Euie b Graham

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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 04:23
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 05:18
‘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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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 04:24
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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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 03:36
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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CLIMAX 01:32
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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 01:18
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SLEEP WALK 02:58
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CHASE SCENE 01:54
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WHITE SMILE 04:27
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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OUT OF BODY 01:34
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STARS 01:47

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A more experimental album with ambient textures designed to give it a dream like quality. In the Impossible Landscape, the guitars sound like screeching cockatoos I was beginning to embrace the computer environment and the freedoms that presented, although I was still struggling with inferior equipment which impacted the sound quality. The Sound Edit 16 software was painfully slow at times, and I was often working under generator power. I lost count of the number of times I was caught out trying to save hours of work only for the generator to cut out before my save was complete, a heart breaking moment when you realise it is lost as the engine consumes the few dregs of petrol before petering out. Some pieces of music become attempts to recapture something that got away from you.

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released November 30, 2000

All songs written and recorded by Euie B Graham between April and November 2000.

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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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