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play mistLY for me - digital only album - live recordings vol 1

by dave graney

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you wanna be there but you don't wanna travel as another day passes through you you're just waitin for your time to arrive you're just goin to arrive so you sit in your kitchen and you draw the blinds drink and shoult and have a good time I loved the way you could sit on a stack of magazines and talk about the most impossible scenes like you just came back from everywhere I never saw you move too feet from your chair you wanna be there but you dont wanna travel you could always draw a crowd cos you'd never fallen you fell for the high times and never came back you wanna be there but you don't wanna travel
I am beyond you! mortal! I am beyond reach! jump! run after my trail! I'll double back and follow you let you find me! don't be silly! I will have always been here before no matter how you travel…where you go how hard you try to beat me to the punch I will have always been here before ta ra babe ….. ta ra pal…………oorooo squire see ya……… on the other side one day you'll see… I will have always been here before then you will know me now until then my love, I wait at the end of the road the way is dark and the night is long etc etc you will come to a forest clearing youu will see me then now you will see me now then I will have always been here before I will be folding a mirror…infinitely in such a studied way I must have done it a thousand times before
you wanna be loved thats the beginning and end of your story from the moment you wake up in the morning until you lay down your head at night you count the hearts that you've won and how easily they've come you shake your head people can be so soft you wanna be loved its the hard nuts the closed faces that you need to open but when they turn so easily you wanna be loved you suddenly become aware of the room you're sittin in hey who's that over there? lookin like a little lost bear in the wrong place - the world - at this time lookin suddenly up at you like a soft eyed kangaroo caught in your headlights tryin to believe that you could be really lookin that way smilin, lookin down, lookin up - away! you shake your head people can be so soft
the stars bay the stars to get where they are they had to cut their ties cut their losses and fly the stars baby the stars the stars baby - smilin at us wearin dark glasses and suckin our blood the stars baby - up on the hill oh listen to the cries of the little children the stars baby lookin down from your wall watchin you watchin them the stars baby in your dreams you know more of them that you have friends the stars baby the stars they come out at night and ransack our dreams while we sleep we awake to marvel at tomorrows look what we'll be wearin next week the stars baby they come on so strong urchins at thewindow sirens amongst the breakers they cry and bat their eyes bite their lips between takes we take them into take them into our lives they were outside they run away run to the darkest corners and hide their faces the stars baby the stars
we don't belong to anybody come on! we're a sweet ride! we were in the Moodists we wuz curious soft n sexy thats us we work out in the open and when we work we play we bounce! and when we work we happen goofin' off on the sound of music we don't belong to anybody coral snakes deadly but beautiful white buffaloes demons omens and signs hashish and lquor I speak through a lurid yellow mist I'm the brother who lived I got blues! heroic blues come on! its a sweet ride!
how do we find each other? how do we meet? how do we tell the difference? who is what and what is not? that special person? what's so special? are we goin' too fast for love? so many films have been made so many scenes have been played out do we meet in a bar? or look across the room at a party? is it through a friend of yours or a friend of mine? does it matter that we’ve danced before? with other people and we lost tried too hard and drove them away are we goin' too fast for love? will we be walkin' across a parkin' lot outside a supermarket that's closed? will we get to talkin'? wouldn't you be scared? how do we get to cross all this space between us? how do we make the leap? do we get drunk or take some drugs so if things turn out not so good we can say we weren't ourselves it was all a silly mistake are we goin' too fast for love?
baby I'm not afraid to be heavy you know I like you a whole lot not gonna laugh it off put it down anyway I can you know that I know you know sometimes we gotta be straight you know we owe it to the best part of ourselves I might make a fool of myself well its your fault you know its too late to turn back now can't put this thing down like a lame horse baby I'm not afraid to be heavy Iwant you to have your way I'm not afraid of what I am in your hands under your gaze everybodys waitin- oh let em wait they can amuse themselves everybodys waitin - in the future baby can't you tell baby I'm not afraid to be heavy I'll be there when it counts straight up baby- right there with ya standin up for what we've got baby I'm not afraid to be heavy you know I'm not gonna suddenly turn and say "y'know I was only jokin - I'm not gonna fade on ya" dunno what anybody else has said about maybe the same kind of situation dunno if I'm wrong maybe I'm right? all your dreams just might come true! baby I'm not afraid to be heavy
midnight to dawn what are those endless hours called midnight to dawn on a workin' day people are actually listenin' to their radios hangin' on as hard as they can to the song to the voice midnight to dawn I don't wanna be but I am midnight to dawn seems to be my time I love the morning the fresh morning I wish I could hold onto that morning feeling midnight to dawn stackin' the shelves drivin' the kid to sleep nowhere no time midnight to dawn people see things so clearly they try to say it they try to do it I love the morning the fresh morning I wish I could hold onto that morning feeling
mt gambier night. dark and light wide open to the stars. bright satanic mills houses I know the stories inside different people. I know the stories around back streets. back town. back roads back state. back country. back world. spiralling down and holding still a holding pattern decades deep. I fall onto my feet so sweetly. I know this night, mt gambier night cold and clean . lights spill onto an empty street I walk down the middle of the road my footsteps keep me company somehow, outside of the world. mt gambier night mt gambier night. decades later I drive by myself as I walk I’m in the backseat on the right, stoned. music shuttin’ the world out booze keepin’ the lid tight a sad carload, tryin’ to act natural, how would a car? mt gambier night. back in it waitin’ for me in a holding pattern I pick up where I left off
grey, listless feeling of dread wide open sea no drums on the riverbank no wind on the water the light comes up the light goes down compass needle slippin' stupidly about what kind of country is this? the weak are punished for their lack of power like in that movie, "the incredible shrinking man" must've driven my powerboat through a lurid , yellow mist now I look up at the monstrous furniture how long have we been in this country? how long has this been happening? where was the border? where was the coast? for every reaction there is a reaction for every effect there is an effect for every response there is a response for every injury there is an insult have we been lucky? how long have we been in this country? how long has this been happening? when did we become strangers? when did we cross a border? what were we thinking all those years ago?
you know I've seen you before there was other people with other names but they were all the same I've seen you come and go you're tryin things out doin things for the first time findin some space in the world you're so far away from even your own face its tough for me you know I've been spinnin my wheels hangin around in the same streets for too long I shoud've moved on theres always some young gunsel whos makin his way through the crowd I'm one of the people he can see I'm waitin what does an old villain do? an old dog amongst the chickens its no place to stay but theres nowhere to go who wants to know what I see now? they want the old story again and again you know I can lay that out so what does an old villain do? I don't want no trouble anymore trouble is all I've got trouble behind and all around my eyes are goin people think I don't see them and they'e right I just follow their lead all I've got is the fear you know I'm in a real tight spot I live on a dead end street theres only one thing that can happen now I wonder if I'm gonna have a say in it? I can't believe the crap I said, the things I've gotta live beyond I tried some other routines but there was always my young self fuckin up every every scene
apollo 69 04:54
apollo 69 rocket sulkin in the desert heat blowin off steam spillin its seed on the barren dunes billowin pubic cloud below groaning shaking scaffold sways nelson column Isaac Hayes shaft Watts Towers Houston? What does Hefner reckon?I am not readin' you... pioneers and diggers psychedelic vistors dune buggies appear like ponies on a cliff like a wagon train to the stars coyotes wail - this coffee stinks hey lets roll onto Mars Houston? wheres this sea of tranquility? I am not readin' you yeah those reds are up to somethin' you know they've got Rasputins brain wired up to one of their missiles? yeah its a black one kinda like the pack leader Castro ! man he's hot for the main feature dyin to shove his cigar into the yellow sugar cane apollo 69 rocket sulkin in the desert heat blowin off steam spillin its seed on the barren dunes dyin to fall onto another world ride the wild milky way
field record me put me in the picture, give me a page put me in a place and time where you can find me pin me down and forget me field record me make me real treat me as if I was here field record me put on your coat with many pockets and stick that pipe in your mouth and approach me sensitively in my world field record me field record me treat me like a golden bug and you’ve had the mad luck to be here
the brother who loved the two of 'em were like brothers they lucked onto a code they had their time they had their moment they played an old ,established part so well they were doomed, tubercular and thin it was all they could do to hang onto their guitars to stand up was a triumph to throw their voices like they did with such abandon at the mic people came from miles around I often wonder about the brother who lived one of the two was tougher or luckier, or smarter he was found in the garden shed the tapes were mixed by his road manager his image triggers off a world of possibilities a diver poised the door always open wide somebody standin on the other side of the river I often wonder about the brother who lived y’know all the stuff we lifted all the parts we stole from those beautiful American records y’know the stuff all the lonesome hobo,devil got my woman, routines how were we to know that they were for real they were prophecies that would come true ah the scenes that we would play now I go about no one knows where I am I play where I can


"play mistLY for me" is a collection of live recordings from shows over the last few years. Shows in Adelaide, Newcastle, Katoomba and Melbourne. Featuring different instrumentation and approaches to songs. Recorded on a hard disc recorder sitting in the rooms where we played. No direct feeds from a desk or mics on any instruments, just a stereo track from somewhere in the ROOM. No overdubs attempted. It’s all here just as it happened.


released February 23, 2015

14 tracks

ALL feature dave graney on electric or acoustic guitar, clare moore on drums, percussion or keys and vocals and Stu thomas on bass and baritone guitar and vocals.

1-8 , 10 and 13 w/ stuart perera on electric guitar
5-8 and 13 w/ mark Fitzgibbon on acoustic piano
9,11 and 12 graney, moore and thomas trio only



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dave graney Melbourne, Australia

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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