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Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (2000)

by The Dave Graney Show

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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)
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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
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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!"
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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about

"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."
Australian Style

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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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From Melbourne, Australia.
Dave Graney and Clare Moore were once in the Moodists, singer and drummer respectively.Then there was the Coral Snakes and and now Dave Graney and the mistLY.
Stu Thomas on bass since 2004 and Stuart Perera on guitar since 1998
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