Dave Graney & Clare Moore


The third woman the lyrics pic tony mahony Lost in Space life is cruel a cruel and wicked joke lost in space it’s a monochrome scene looks like I’m here to stay and that lucky old earth is rollin away that lucky old earth just keeps rollin away look into that space study that space and see what is there there will be no sleep you will remain awake	The Third Woman "Lost in space" "All of me" "User , friendly" "Sirens call to arms" "The second hand man" "Lollypop man" "The Third woman" "Parchman farm" "he ain't up, himself" "the last real" "Yes! Fatchicks!" The Third Woman Guest Vocalists on “Yes,Fat Chicks” Valentina Levkowicz,Adam Rhodes Acoustic guitar and ebow Bill Miller Acoustic Guitar and Electric Guitar David Graney All other instruments, arrangements and sequencing Clare Moore
All of me I drive away the road slips by the dog can sing your lullaby You’ll find what you are lookin for it’ made of coir on aisle four of the hardware store Is that all you wanted? what was I thinking? Dust particles play in my minds projection of a man charismatic,witty,popular the power cuts out you disappear I drive away the road slips by the dog can sing your lullaby You’ll find what you are lookin for it’ made of coir on aisle four of the hardware store Is that all you wanted? what the hell was I thinking? Is that all you wanted? is that all you came for? you’ve just scratched the surface there are other flavours to taste and to savour you’ll never taste all of me Sirens call to arms They move around the crowd gauging the audience bouncing the deadbeats as I play taking over my controls when the G force defeats me landing her safely as the cymbal decays Their songs hang in the air they serve to remind me the great are not always heard and sometimes not even seen guarding my right to play and wishing they could do it too I’ll play for them righteously That’s the least I could do They move around the crowd gauging the audience bouncing the deadbeats as I play the world was out of time when these dames were in their prime the deadbeats won that quarter but the sirens yet to sound Their songs hang in the air they serve to remind me the great are not always heard and sometimes not even seen guarding my right to play and wishing they could do it too I’ll play for them righteously That’s the least I could do	All songs written by Clare Moore , (C) Universal Music, excepting “Parchman Farm” which is by Mose Allison Engineered by Adam Rhodes and Clare Moore at The Ponderosa Mixed by Bill Miller ,Leanne Ibell and Clare Moore at Pink Noise Audio Mastered by Bill Miller at Duffield Kenihan Cover Art Tony Mahony Produced arranged, written and played by Clare Moore
User friendly Oh god,he’s coming straight for me! like i have just come into view becoming visible only when he needed an ear to piss in balancing on the footpath resplendent in a shell suit All of a sudden I’m interesting there’s no going back,I’m finished No God No!What did I do? my private space has been invaded gravity is kicking his ass he repels it’s insistent pull I’m getting off the tram he’s singing help me if you can It’s like he’s Amish,he’ll never know that I’m thinking he’s a weirdo User friendly I’m in his stare User friendly he ain’t goin nowhere User friendly Old spice and headlice you can photograph My lifes in crisis since I crossed his path I’m getting off the tram he’s singing help me if you can It’s like he’s Amish,he’ll never know that I’m thinking he’s a weirdo Like Nureyev,he don’t fall over he gracefully bows and resumes his pose User friendly I’m in his stare User friendly he ain’t goin nowhere

He ain't up himself who’s that guy walkin down the street meetin the gaze of all he sees seekin the spark of recognition seein if he lives in there as well he ain't up himself he's up everybody else he ain’t gloomy, that’s for sure he ain’t interior he hates to be by himself he hates to be alone he ain’t up himself,nah, he’s up everybody else nah,he ain’t no snob nah,he ain’t precious just a regular,super regular guy one of the boys,yeah he ain’t up himself,nah, he’s up everybody else he ain’t against a bit o grippin 'n' grinnin' he don’t need no learnin he don’t like his own company "how the fuck are ya?" he hears voices ("hi!") everywhere he goes the roar of the crowd the ringin in his ears the applause except his grips too hard an' his grins too wide his teeth are too straight' n' he never breaks his stride he ain’t up himself,nah, he’s up everybody else Lollypop man you're a lollypop man I'm a lollypop dame we've got lollypop needs give me lollypop love red light...green light amber!!!!!!!! lets do the pop before they walk all over us give me a sign I've got a sweet tooth you look good enough to eat red light...green light amber!!!!!!!! YES!...FAT CHICKS! (Over Intro)......V8 engine at the lights,rumbling. Fat chicks,”over here sonny,what’s with the bumper sticker?” P Platers,”Why,who’s askin?” Fat chicks,”Only your worst nightmare,boys!YES!FAT CHICKS!!!!!!”(laughter) Cars speed off,the fat chicks are heard,yelling at the P Plater. FC1 “Hey,Dolores,this ones not so bad!” FC2: “Quite rootable,really”. Both:”How about your number,Leonardo,we might like to strap you on sometime!” On the road,there’s no place you can hide when you are so young,but yet,you’re so square freewheelin hipsters are what you will be when you surrender to my ample chassis V8 roars up... P Plater:”Oh god!I thought we'd lost them!” FC2:Tryin to escape eh,kiddos?Tell ‘em Lydia.” FC1:”There is no escape,boys!” (In southern accent)”Us broads are gonna have us some P plater ass!” On the road, there’s no place you can hide when you are so young ,but yet,you’re so square freewheelin hipsters,you will be when you surrender to my ample chassis Cop sirens wail..... Bike Cop:”Do you realise you were doing 150 in an 80 zone?Your licence is going straight back to the Weeties packet.” P Plater:”But,didn't you see those chicks?They were full on bulk comin on to us ,man!We wouldn’t have had a chance!” Bike cop:”Yeah,and I bet they were stacked like Monroe,too!” P Platers:”Yes!Fat chicks!” On the road, there’s no place you can hide when you are so young ,but yet,you’re so square freewheelin hipsters,you will be when you surrender to my ample chassis Sound of Fat Chicks ,laughing maniacally, FC1:”Dolores,did you see the look on their faces!” FC2:”I do hope we didn’t scare them too much!”(both laugh maniacally) FC1:”Hey,there goes another one,shall we?” FC2:”Oh yes,lets do!”	The Secondhand man starin out the windscreen like its the blitz some people look so lonely you know , like "lonely" out of "Callan" if he knew then what he knows if he knew now what he knew then the secondhand man might know he how got here sitting at an old school desk suckin on an icy pole "this carpets made in Egypt.Came off the boat from Cairo.I'll go there soon, when I shift this gear. Dunes filled with gold, or so I hear". "ello darlin', yeah its all good stuff, yeah....geezer died up the road....cleared out a whole house.....couldn't lift it all by myself...nah...not with this back...nah....this?this is the rolls royce of carpets this one....yeah...." if he knew then what he knows if he knew now what he knew then the secondhand man might know he how got here