liquor

by clare moore

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Released in 2005 on cd as a double with Dave Graney - "HASHISH and LIQUOR" . Available here as a standalone digital album.
from the original pr "Evil nuns, female explorers, burlesque dancers, corporate criminals, the abyss, the void, childhood family holidays , alcohol, cats, bees, bete noirs , meeting phantoms from the past…on a night train to hell…these are the stuff of which, lyrically , " liquor" is made of. The album is subtitled "a taste of the abyss" ( le gout de gouffre) in response to a quip by a french philosopher who explained the dearth of female adventurers and explorers by saying that women in general lacked " a taste for the abyss".
Out of this Clare Moore started to write her album of fiercely female tales of explorations of the deep. She knows no fear. Punk.
Musically rich, the album veers from the garage punk of "the town bike song" to the subterranean, other worldly funk of "a taste of the abyss". There is also the swinging, big band, horn driven tale of " a lot to drink about" and the art disco sounds favoured in " alphonsus will get you" ( Alphonsus being the name given to her trusty cane by an evil nun) and "out of where". Along the way there are touches of Noel Coward and Gilbert and Sullivan, sci fi themes and her long running fondness for telling stories with sound effects ( see the effected reprise of "Fearless Freds Shack" and the actual Adelaide to Melbourne steam engine at the end of "The long train of misery").
Clare Moore writes her songs on the piano but pays great attention to the beat, having spent so much time driving bands from the prow of the goodly drum kit. The piano is turned into organs and mellotrons and, most distinctively, that mixture of rhythm and harmony found in the instruments grouped together as tuned percussion. She mistressfully uses the vibraphone and the marimba as well as all kinds of shakers and cowbells and and tambourines.
There is a lot happening in Clare Moore tunes. It is not a kind of music that springs from a deep study of plain old rock music, ( or its inbred , rickets wracked cousin, alt rock) . She has let her ears stray to many areas of jazz, r&b, country, pop, and rap music. She is also a female musician who has made her life as an instrumentalist first and is only recently coming to the world of songwriting and thematic arrangement. She has stuff to say. This is her second solo album. She has been involved in the production and performance of about twenty others."

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released August 14, 2014

Recorded at the Ponderosa 2004/5. Except for "a lot to drink about" which was recorded at Metroplolis by Adam Rhodes and "a taste of the abyss" which was recorded at RMIT by Tim Stroud.

Guest musicians include Mark Fitzgibbon on piano and Stuart Perera guitar for "a taste of the abyss". Glynn Hickling on trumpet , Adele Pickvance on bass and Ben Grant on sax for " a lot to drink about". Stu Thomas on bass for "Tomorrow Inc".

Invaluable assistance from Bill MIller on guitar and editing.

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clare moore Melbourne, Australia

Clare Moore played with the Moodists from 1978 to 1986. Then played with the Dave Graney and White Buffaloes/Coral Snakes from 1987-1997.

She currently in THE DAMES and with dave graney and the mistLY.

She also plays in Harry Howard and the NDEand the Ukeladies.

In 2013 she released THE DAMES The album was mixed by legendary UK musician Barry Adamson.
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Track Name: alphonsus will get you
Alphonsus will get you,
that's what she said.
The insane penguin held all the cards.
Obey ,or the cane will rain down ,little girl
Obey ,or feel the wrath of Alphonsus..

Alphonsus will get you...
Obey or feel the wrath of Alphonsus..

The world is still full of crazy fuckers.
My guardian angel joined the militia.
I open my paper ,
and there in blackink,
Alphonsus will get you,
Obey little girl...

Alphonsus will get you...
Obey or feel the wrath of Alphonsus..
Track Name: out of where?
Watching the mould grow,
hearing the paint peel,
you remember your first car.
Little wheels, tiny pedals ,
custom made ,
to get you out of there.

Putting a mat over the hole in the floor,
you recall a grand tour.
Leaving the mill,
to see how far you need to go,
to get out of there.

To get out of there......
To get out of where ?
Track Name: the town bike song
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear
pink tights and hoop skirts and dildos (oh dear!)
they dance around with their steps that astound
and lashings of ginger beer!
kicked out of ballet school
two chicks! four tits! how cool!
they impart their wisdom on the masses
with wit, their moves and nice asses
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear
pink tights! hoop skirts! and lashings of ginger beer!
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear !
they dance around with steps that astound
chhh ooh ooh chhh AAH!

the good ship town bike is about to set sail
to wilder shores and beyond the pale
they'll round the horn with a jig and a reel
and roger the cabin boy will see to the keel
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear
pink tights! hoop skirts! and lashings of ginger beer!
Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear !
they dance around with steps that astound
chh ooh ooh chh AAH!

Oh how they cheer when the town bikes appear!
pink tights and hoop skirts and dildos (oh dear!)
they show the way that they know is the best with the light from their illuminated breasts
Track Name: the long train of misery
The long train of misery
pulled out at 9pm
bound for christmas day...

Presents ,wrecks and friends,
rush to stake their claim ,
as we lurch into the night

Silos block the moon,
their shadows cross my face,
morning won't come too soon...

My carriage awaits ,
devils overtake,
their asses sit with force,
my kingdom ...for a horse!

Smokers file past,
grimly taking to their task,
to speed the inevitable.

Ahead the flashing past,
it signals it's approach,
death where is your sting !

My carriage awaits,
devils overtake,
their asses sit with force,
my kingdom...for a horse !

Silos block the moon,
their shadows cross my face ,
morning won't come too soon...
Track Name: a taste of the abyss
Men say.....
Men say that we
We don't possess a taste for ,
for the abyss

The irresistable urge to jump...
into the void

Well I must be,
I must be a man,
as it calls out to me..
To dive ,into its depths,
25 leagues below middle C.

Men say.....
Men say that we
We don't possess a taste for ,
for the abyss

The ground opens up,
he follows you in,
dank and sweet,
the dark closes in...
what then..what now...whatever ?
Track Name: a lot to drink about
One sip and I knew
I wouldn't get drunk that night.
The bells rang ,the wind blew
and I had a lot to drink about.
She was back in town,
fear reigned,worlds collided,
hearts sank,
What would be left once she'd moved on?

My cracked lips sting,
and I've got a lot to drink about
last time I saw her she was wearing something of mine.

She finds some john in a bar,
"hey little lady,I'm gonna buy you a drink,what do you think about that ?"
Well the drink didn't touch the sides
and neither did he as he fell into her pit.

My cracked lips sting,
and I've got a lot to drink about
last time I saw her she was wearing something of mine.

One day the heat got too hot,
the wind moved on and the bells rang
in another part of her world..
all that was left were her boots...
I tried them on for size...
The tiles cracked under my heels..
Hey sunshine,lay down,
I'm gonna walk all over you !

My cracked lips sting,
and I've got a lot to drink about,
last time I saw her she was wearing something of mine.

My cracked lips sting
and I've got a lot to drink about
next time she sees me I'll be wearing something of hers.
Track Name: fearless freds shack
Dads sunburnt arm sticks out the car
We swelter in the back
as we watch our toys
blow from the roof of the
Holden station wagon
leaving a trail of fun we'll never have again
along the road to our lovely holiday
at Fearless Freds Shack

You pass by Mt Disappointment
just beyond the abbatoir
turn right at the gypsum mine
try not to breathe in for a time..
The road then turns into dirt track
ending at the local tip
but then you will have to turn back
you've gone past Fearless Freds Shack

That night just after having tea
the outside dunny
collapsed on Geraldine
the mirror fell on me
while sleepwalking Ruthie
caused world war three
by waking Denis up
he nearly called the cops
he was convinced you see
she was a gang of thieves

Denis slept upon a stretcher
bought there by the rubbish collector
woke the next day covered in bites
as his bed was full of mites
Helen got bit on the knee
by some creature of the sea
we should have taken Freds advice
always apply No Burn No Bite!


As if that wasn't all too much fun
Mum drove us to the town
to watch a picture show
while some charming fellow
siphoned off all our gas
leaving just enough
to almost make it back
through the dark fields
of scary cows
to Fearless Freds Shack

Unfortunately Patrick Moore
Missed out on all the fun
which must leave him forlorn
but he was not yet born!!
Track Name: tomorrow inc
Hello,you have reached the offices of Tomorrow Incorporated.
Your call is important to us.
Please select from the following options and have a nice day

Please press one for
"what happened to the sun?"
Please press two for
"who are you ?"
Please press three for
"I think I saw a tree !"
Please press four for
"they're knocking at my door !"
Please press five for
"when can I leave the hive ?"
Please press six for
"whos arse must I lick ?

For all other enquiries hold and you will be put through to an operator
who will slowly suck the life force out of you whilst giving you the opportunity to puchase the very latest ring tones....

Please press one for
"what happened to the sun?"
Please press two for
"who are you ?"
Please press three for
"I think I saw a tree !"
Please press four for
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Please press five for
"when can I leave the hive ?"
Please press six for
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