Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (2000)

by The Dave Graney Show

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"Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye" consists of six tracks we recorded with the Dave Graney Show live to hard disc in a factory shell/ rehearsal room and seven tracks cooked up by Clare and myself in our own studio. Both sessions were engineered and mixed by the same person, Adam Rhodes,who did the same job on our last cd. The "band tracks" were all songs we had been playing live for the previous year or so.
The surrounding environment was Johnston street and Smith street in Fitzroy/ Collingwood.
The other tracks were arranged and re arranged over a longer period but the actual commitment of vocals and guitar (very minimal) to the disc was done over a two day period. The surrounding environment was fern trees, possums and parrots.
Everything was mixed in a studio in the part of Melbourne that Barry Humphries rhapsodises about, Glen Iris and Wattle Park. The studio came with an art deco swimming pool and we adjourned for a barbecue each night. This mixing period took about seven days.

2019 reflections....I called this "brandy flavoured funk". It came after the strange , soft debacle that had been working with Festival records. That venture damaged the reputations of so many people involved. We gave them a great album (the Dave Graney show), one of our best. No one was really listening to music there was the basic problem. Some of these songs were actually demoed for a 2nd release on that label but we walked in the meantime. Weird time. I guess everything after 1998 was feeling the effects of the new technology. It promised a lot and delivered all the studio situations to the artists- via computers. We had really jumped to it. Clare and I worked on half of this album on a computer and a keyboard and guitar- just like the previous one- and also had a band to bring the other songs to life. In retrospect I like the keyboard generated stuff a lot more. "Vengeance is on its way", "Death by a thousand sucks" and "I need some scratch". Its a bit of a damaged disc. Touched by the madness and fevers of the times. It got released in the UK on Cooking Vinyl. We toured with Clare on keys and Stu Perera on electric guitar and me on acoustic. I got lung sick in Paris. Dark times.

Fave lyrics...."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 used to be the one that cried wolf and ran" (I need some scratch)

Dave Graney treads the thin line between absurdity and genius with the same aplomb, and the same moustache, as a Victorian circus tightrope walker.Twenty years into his career, with the brutal beat poetics of the Moodists and the mistimed country rock of the Coral Snakes behind him, Graneys third incarnation is further evidence of the indestructible Australian troubador's endless regenerative powers. A small man, with the large hands of an overfriendly uncle, Graney's extravagant phrasing annd foppish wardrobe conspire to create an almost ridiculous persona that makes him bulletproof. With the listener too bewildered to call his bluff, Graney is free to explore potentially embarassing areas without the risk of falling on his face. Nobody else could write a song called Drugs are wasted on the young and make it so philosophically coherent, dryly hilarious and irresistably catchy. With the Dave Graney Show, Graney and the drummer Clare Moore press the sort of smooth sounds normally only found in creatively bankrupt adult pop into sevice ofa keen lyrical and musical intelligence. Vengeance is on its way is the sort of song Burt Bacharach might have written if he'd borne anyone a grudge.You're on your own, now has the ambience of a John Barry Bond theme.
But Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye isn't some arch ironic posture: Dave and Clare deploy tinkling vibes and feather light backing vocals in deadly and disarming earnest, and there's a courage and daring in the Dave Graney Shows Las Vegas professionalism that shames the alternative rock staples of distortion and dissonance. But Graneys new direction had better work. The spiky satire of Have you heard about the Melbourne mafia? burns any bridges back to the cuban heeled music scene he cut his teeth in. The only way on is forwards.
Stewart Lee, Sunday Times (UK) , November 2000

"Musically rich, it starts like a film noir soundtrack, brushing up dangerously close to cabaret and lounge before embarking on a whacky ride through blues, country, disco, europop, rock, loops and lush soundscapes with fake strings and brass....This is the Dave Graney (and Clare) Show all the way, and you can tell they're having a ball.."
EG

""He should be Australias' Serge Gainsbourg........Virtually every lyric here is about some aspect of the music industry, and they're all witty and often hilarious, but with an underlying conviction thst suggests Graney is writing from bitter experience.....Musically, Graney has really stretched himself this time .....An inspired release from one of the few local artists to pass up trends in favour of his own vision.....(8/10)"
Juice

"the psycho style music that heralds the first track, "the stuff that night is made of", leaves you in no doubt that, at least in sound and sense, this new album is going to be smokey, stroppy and sometimes even sleazy. The songs- particularly "don't be true" (featuring Clare Moores first ever lead vocal), "street dreams" and "you're on your own,now"- are some of the strongest Graney and Moore band have ever come up with. And the lyrics are of course, of the usual brilliant standard...(4/5)."
Rolling Stone

"Kiss tomorrow goodbye leaves all pop baggage at the door as it metamorphoses through sparse cabaret breakdowns, Kronos-esque string fetishism and (occasionally perilous) lounge territory. ..... Graney is in fine lyrical form here, and the instrumentation is exquisite, with the influence of drummer and co conspirator Clare Moore more obvious than ever before.Her heavenly vocals also grace the albums finest moment, the rather obscure ballad, "Don't be true"."
Beat

"As Graney himself once acknowledged, the Australian public embraced him and were then frightened by the enthusiasm with which he embraced them back. But, as another wordsmith once said, all pain turns into money in the end, and the whole sorry tale has provided inspiration for "kiss tomorrow goodbye"......A little bitter perhaps? Na. It's just Dave Graney- the King of Rock'n'Roll."
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released January 7, 2019

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

CD released May 2000 on the Cockaigne label through Shock Records. Also issued on Cooking Vinyl in the UK in 2001.
Recorded at Adelphia, the Ponderosa
Mixed at St Ives
Produced by Clare Moore and Dave Graney
All sessions engineered and mixed by Adam Rhodes
Mastered at Sing Sing by Ross Cockle
Artwork and photography by Tony Mahony

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dave graney and the mistLY Melbourne, Australia

dave graney and the mistLY are a rock band from Melbourne, Australia.
Dave Graney and Clare Moore were once in the Moodists, singer and drummer respectively.Then there was the Coral Snakes and the Dave Graney Show and the Lurid Yellow Mist and now the mistLY.
Stu Thomas on bass since 2004 and Stuart Perera on guitar since 1998
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Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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
Track Name: Vengeance Is On It's 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)
Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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!"
Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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 youÕll 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
Track Name: 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
Track Name: 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

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