“Graphite” is a song about frustration and articulates a fear that many artists have that their own work is derivative. The song imagines an artist failing to give an original interpretation of the city’s landscape.
Bridges shown with setting sun,
no thoughts come, it's been done.
Pencil, bite, tooth to graphite,
can't write tonight, run dry.
No thoughts excite, reach valley height,
leave behind the quayside.
Give me vodka, give me wine,
give me one more good time.
New tempo, go to a show, go to where the water flows.