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Driftwood

from APPASSIONATA by Euie b Graham

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A hole in the side of the dawn, keeps me from falling to sleep
The rain has now soaked through the lawn
The cats eyes have started to peep out from their homes
The dolls eyes have started to weep out of their holes
A siren strikes out through the night
Somebody's troubles arise
The tress have been blown down the street
Extreme weather to analyse
Tempest, why wont you blow some sense back into
All of the people who refuse to change their hearts and minds
Sometimes I feel quite frightened
Sometimes I feel quite alone
When I try to make something special, most of the people ask why
If I try to make someone happy, all that I do is make them cry
I'm on the sea, wonderful driftwood
pulled by the weight of invisible hands
Monies a rort, a lucrative franchise
keeping us blind like mice on the stage
Driftwood is free like starlight and sunshine
S long as it always goes with the flow
I make a song to cause a reaction but all that I get is a blank ticket stair

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from APPASSIONATA, released December 20, 2021

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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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