Kiss tomorrow goodbye

Released on Cockaigne Records in Australia , 2000 and Cooking Vinyl in the UK, 2001

drugs are wasted on the young

drugs are wasted on the young
high or low you got it all goin on at once
whos on top whos down below?
whos gonna finish the race? is it a race?
endless vitality
boundless stamina
fountains of adrenaline
overnight tissue regeneration
drugs are wasted on the young
whats the use when you can turn a corner every time you turn a corner?
and keep on goin and jump on a ship?
drugs are wasted on the young

you got fireworks goin off in your mind and body unexpectedly
you can outrun yourself anytime
you've got your whole life around you
and all over the top of you
drugs are wasted on the young
so many dimensions are open anyway
so much sub text in the conversation
so much meaning in the world
so many signs
what happens when your bladder is bladdered?
and your dick sits in a glass by the side of the bed?
what happens when your brain can't be trusted?
and your arse plays up in the cold?
drugs are wasted on the young
drugs are wasted on theyoung
you are experiencing severe turbulence
a sudden loss of cabin pressure
an unexplained drop in altitude anyway

Words and Music - Dave Graney
Dave Graney - acoustic guitar, vocals :: Clare Moore - drums,percussion, backing vocals :: Adele Pickvance - bass, backing vocals::Bill Miller-acoustic guitar, backing vocals:: Stuart Perera - guitar

don't be true

anything can happen,good or bad
anything can happen,better or worse
don't leave yourself wide open
don't lead with your face
you can't not live
you can't stay in
you can hope
you can always hope
don't be true to a heart that's cruel

I'm not sayin I know everythin about you
or about the world
I don't know you
I don't know your country
I've been to places you might find yourself in
I've looked into faces you couldn't see anything in
I made some bad mistakes
I should've cut my losses and ran

you can hope you can always hope
don't be true to a heart that's cruel

Words - Dave Graney :: Music -Clare Moore

Clare Moore,
vocals, piano, drums, bass ,vibes,backing vocals
Dave Graney, acoustic guitar

death by a thousand sucks

death by a thousand sucks
you know what I'm talkin about
you know mate, that guy would give a dogs arse heartburn
they're fine takin their cut
then, at the first sign of difficulty
they're nowhere to be seen
death by a thousand sucks
death by a thousand sucks

they're all over you like a rash
they won't be around to take down the tent
and kick out the trash
death by a thousand sucks
death by a thousand sucks

yeah, we sat down at a big fuck off table
and we ate a big fuck off meal
and we talked about a big fuck off world
which we would fuck off rule
they put the fuck off bill onto my fuck off account
and we all fuck off fucked off into the big fuck off night
death by a thousand sucks

Words and Music - Dave Graney
Dave Graney - electric and acoustic guitars, vocals :: Clare Moore -vibes, strings, bass, drums, ambient sounds

Vengeance is on its way(don't worry)

I'm not gonna waste my time
lookin for you right now
I have to be back in my life some time
I'm gonna pick myself up and learn how to live again
I'm gonna get back into my life
and when I pick up to top speed
movin and hummin like a sweet machine
(vengeance is on its way)
revenge is a plate best dropped nonchalantly
from a great height
don't get dragged down don't keep in touch

I don't have the time to waste on wasting you right now
I can't be foolin' around lookin for you now
I got to forget
I got to rise above
and move on from this scene
maybe things'll turn out that I'll find my way back here (vengeance is on its way)
revenge is a plate best dropped nonchalantly
from a great height
don't take the time to serve it up ,hot or cold
drop it like you couldn't care any less if you were straight
vengeance is on its way(don't worry)

I'll be towering over you you won't be able to see me you'll think night has come awful early
as my foot comes down
vengeance is on its way(don't worry)

Words Dave Graney- Music Dave Graney and Clare Moore
Dave Graney - acoustic guitar, vocals :: Clare Moore - vibes, strings, bass, electric piano,drums, percussion, backing vocals

kiss tomorrow goodbye

what is good?
what is bad?
where do you come from?
where am I going?
whats right, whats wrong?
what does anything matter?
kiss tomorrow goodbye
kiss tomorrow goodbye

leavin' the room
gettin' out of the car
diving deep into the still water
walking on to the stage
now
you know, here and now
movin',
just then
pay, pack and follow
someone else will move in and clear up this mess
kiss tomorrow goodbye
kiss tomorrow goodbye
ridin' the moment
goin' through with it
layin' back and laughin'
followin' my nose
listenin' to my heart
goin' down the road
feelin" the earth under my toe
kiss tomorrow goodbye
kiss tomorrow goodbye

Words and music- Dave Graney
Dave Graney - acoustic and electric guitar, vocals :: Clare Moore - vibes, piano, strings, bass, drums

mind full of leather

there was this metal head flaked out on the lilydale line
catchin' flies
mouth open wide
leather jacket
moto cross, quilted shoulder style
fly away hair parted off centre
pulled behind the ears
electrified
mind full of leather
socks full of mud
stomach full of beer
eyes full of blood

too late to be still livin' at home
posters on the wall
headphones by the pillow
a prize bottle of bourbon
a waterbed and a bong
gettin off at the station
and crawlin' across the tracks
born to bee wild?
a long way from any open road
mind full of leather
socks full of mud
stomach full of beer
eyes full of blood

Words- Dave Graney Music Bill Miller
Dave Graney - tremolo guitar, vocals :: Clare Moore - drums, percussion, backing vocals :: Adele Pickvance - bass, backing vocals :: Stuart Perera - guitar:: Bill Miller- acoustic guitar

out of the loop

out of the loop ,baby
lord out of the loop!
but what kind of loop is it that I am barred from?
what if the said loop is a straight line
from hell to a fresh hell?
what kind of a trip is that?
out of the loop, baby

it's so easy to be lookin on
to be shouldered out of the room
everybodys charging for the cake and the cheese
lookout pal, if you're in the way
I know what I'm talkin about!
I'm out of the loop!
out of the loop,baby

out of the loop, baby!
lookin on
feelin the hard shoulders as I move into thin air
a mountainous straight road
you can't help but shy off and break through the barrier
it's built that way
out of the loop,baby
wide open where are my friends in the picture now?
it's a fair cop, guv
yes, I am askin for trouble
fair and square
a straight hip and shoulder
such tight corners
such a straight line
out of the loop, baby

Words and Music - Dave Graney
Dave Graney - bass, strings, piano,organ, vocals :: Clare Moore - drums, percussion, vibes, backing vocals

have you heard about the melbourne mafia?

have you heard about the Melbourne mafia?
they don't talk to little people they don't wash
they drink all the time and stay up late
and they don't help little bands across the road!
have you heard about the Melbourne mafia
they don't make sense they talk another lingo
when straights are within earshot

they don't vote
they claim the dole whenever they want to
they don't stand up
when a young struggling slacker wants a seat
they don't care about nothin
they don't care that you care
they say, "boo!" to you when you say, "boo hoo!"

they're takin up all of the room
they wanna be heroes and villains too
they're bogartin the joint and hoggin the ball
ooh they're still wearin cuban heels
have you heard about the Melbourne mafia?
they drink beer like they know somethin we don't
I hear one plays slide with a prize rooster beak

they chain smoke like steam trains
they choke, fall over and fart
walkin around with their arms around each others shoulders
they don't care about nothin
they don't care that you care
they say, "boo!" to you when you say, "boo hoo!"

Words and Music - Dave Graney
Dave Graney - acoustic guitar, vocals :: Clare Moore - percussion, backing vocals :: Adele Pickvance-bass, backing vocals:: Bill Miller- acoustic guitar, backing vocals::Stuart Perera- electric guitar

the stuff that night is made of

that fellow is dark matter
I can't mention his name
I must respect the living
you know who I mean
you know the fellow
a dark cloud over the proceedings
the stuff that night is made of
an event horizon that bodes no good, baby
a straight line in time and space
suckin all energy in
lettin no light escape
that fellow is dark matter
the stuff that night is made of
that man is all shadow
he can't get out of his own bleak tower
his eyes are set way back
lookin out across a scene of enormous devastation
he is old testament, baby
an eye for an eye and all that stuff
we are doomed, loveless and weak
nothin personal, understand
its nothin you did
and theres nothin you can do
the stuff that night is made of

Words and Music - Dave Graney
Dave Graney - guitar, celeste, vocals :: Clare Moore - drums, percussion, bass, horns, strings, vibes

You're on your own now

you know I've been where you're goin
you'll be where I am
you're headin for trouble
great drama , highs and lows
you know I can't help you
you have to see me
you have to see me for yourself
you have to see me and see you , yeah
you're on your own , now

you won't be in my shoes
you'll wish you were
you'll try them on for size
just for kicks
you'll be where I am you’ll be where I am
I'll be nowhere to be seen
you'll be where I've been

you'll try to get your bearings
you'll feel drunk
reeling down the aisle
havin a good time
you'll think,"is this what he meant? is this why he wore that smelly stuff?"
you'll be where I am you'll be where I am
I'll be nowhere to be seen
you'll be where I've been
you'll wonder , "how did he get out of here? all the doors are locked from the outside? how did he know which direction? there are no stars! there are no windows!

you'll be where I am you'll be where I am
I'll be nowhere to be seen
you'll be where I've been
you're on your own , now

Words - Dave Graney:: Music - Adele Pickvance
Dave Graney -tremolo guitar and vocals :: Clare Moore - backing vocals, drums, percussion:: Adele Pickvance-bass, backing vocals:: Bill Miller- electric guitar :: Stuart Perera- electric guitar

I need some scratch

my trip is all queered now
my scene is so weird
I dunno how its happened
how I came to be so confused
my reputation precedes me
my name has a life of its own
I can't do a thing about it
I need some scratch
my road is a mad split level junction
my sound is all distorted
ponderous and full of portent
the more I struggle the tighter the rope gets
the deeper I sink into the black sand
I'm dreamin'
I've been a fool

my music is heavy
it's all bent out of shape and lies in the middle of the floor I'm out of the picture
there's nothin I can do to bring it to its senses
I open my mouth
my sound is dense
I'm movin so slow people come up and trip me over
cos they can
I need some scratch
the more I struggle the tighter the rope gets
the deeper I sink into the black sand
I'm dreamin'
I've been a fool
it wasn't always the case
I loved to bullshit and let the sounds fly
crazy and rootless like a cloud above my head
I'd get dizzy keepin track of myself
I used to be the one that cried wolf and ran

I need some scratch
I need some scratch
some old time weirdness
some money
I need some scratch

Words - Dave Graney :: Music - Dave Graney/Clare Moore
Dave Graney -acoustic guitar and vocals :: Clare Moore - vibes , strings

 

outing the suits

you know I hear a lot of talk about the scene
a lot of people they go on
they talk about the suits
like we are together in a struggle against the man
like the suits are blind and square
like they care
well I'm here to read the news,baby
I'm here to tell you what's goin down
I'm here to out the suits

the suits don't wear suits
they haven't for ages
the suits sidle up to you like narcs
when you're vulnerable
cool and feelin high
in a forgiving state of mind
the suits wear civilian clothes
the suits wear shorts and have long , greasy hair
they are square, through and through
kinky on the outside
square to their bones

they don't want to be near anybody who's seen as a loser they don't want to attach themselves to too much of a happening wave
they might get thrown
they might get dumped
they might get exposed
so they just stay close to the shore
close to the bottom
and feed on the passing traffic

Words and music- Dave Graney
Dave Graney - vocals :: Clare Moore - drums, percussion, backing vocals :: Bill Miller - acoustic guitar, backing vocals:: Stuart Perera- electric guitar:: Adele Pickvance- bass , backing vocals

street dreams

you are not my customer
I am not your retailer
I am not your customer either mate
I am a singer
we are sharing this space in our minds
we are both equal here
I have been here before
I set up camp many years ago
But it is an impossible land to map
and each time I enter and leave
it is just as strange as when I left
I mean it is just as strange as when I came
you have heard my voice before
I probably picked it up somewhere around here
I have nothing to sell that could not be found by you

Words and Music - Dave Graney
Dave Graney - acoustic guitars, vocals :: Clare Moore - drums, backing vocals:: Adele Pickvance-bass, backing vocals::Bill Miller-acoustic guitar::Stuart Perera-elctric guitar

 

 

 

 

 

Lyrics to the first album, "the Dave Graney Show''(1999)
Lyrics to Heroic Blues (2002)
Lyrics to the brother who lived (2003)
lyrics to HASHISH AND LIQUOR (2005)
Lyrics to Liquor (2005)
lyrics to WE WUZ CURIOUS (2008)
lyrics to KNOCK YOURSELF OUT (2009)
lyrics to SUPERMODIFIED (2010
Lyrics to YOU"VE BEEN IN MY MIND (2012)
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