here i am
over here
up at kh headyquarters
sumptuouus etc etc etc
evie is with me
chuckin' a sickie from school
(why go to learn the words of fools?)
she playing with her magnetic doll
its very quiet here
except for my tinnitus
which sounds like a hundred tvs all switched on
all going wooooooooooooooooooo
(high pitch electronic sounding note)
so my eyesnears are both goin'
too badde
you woulda thought i'd bee more concerned
i guess
theres a funny thing
when yer young the thoughts of age death etc
are abhorrent to ya
now im gettin' pretty olde
altho i wouldnt say im lookin' forward to it
i must say it all doesnt seem SO badde
i mean
ive had a goode innings
thanks to vegetarianism
yoga
swimming
i m probably more active now
than ever before
god
my calf muscles are legendary
my mind is leaping ahead
of itself
all connexions giving and receiving
dis information
i am proud of my humility
(cmon its a joke)
i am such a lovely manne to be with
its almost unbearable
which is why most people hate me
they love to hate to love to hate
me
everyone got a different take on everybody
one mans saint is another mans dinner
aint that the troof
its all in the intent
why you reading this tripe at all
cos once i wrote a song you liked
out of all the idiots out there
writin' songs and singin'
you liked mine
what was different?
the chords? the notes? the words?
nope
it was the intent
the intent to escape the mundane
even tho i have failed many times
i guess
maybe not THAT many times
my badde stuff is only relatively badde
its better than most others best
i reckon
ha ha ha
my olde mother joyce used to say
steven do you think youre right
and the rest of the worlds wrong, son?
and i was forced to concede
no mum it must be me
but here today
on this blogge
in blacknwhite w/ grreen headings
i proclaim
hang on a minute
no no
my my oh my
it IS me thats right
and is the rest of em thats wrong
its all so wrong
i dont even know where to begin
DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I
COULD DO A WORSE JOB OF RUNNING THIS SHOW
THAN THOSE IDIOTS YA GOT NOW?
could i do more damage than g w?
if so
what wood that be?
am i a worse actor than joe whoever?
shouldnt i be the no 1 at the u.n.?
why the fuck not?
cmon
i can do all this
and still knock off great poptunes for ya
gimme a chance
adhere to my creed
become my disciple
spread my good gospel
go to dangerous places
(hollywood, detroit, wstn subs of syd)
convert the masses
or die in the attempt
dutch peter
you will be my rock in the east
get me all of bronte my friend
nope you can leave maroubra out
so tell em
walk away from yer cars
quit yer 140 k package a year w/flexi-time
and bonus loadings
strip off yer suity
or yer smart skirty
and dance naked
to maybe these bouys
give flowers to policemen
and say
is this the taste of victory?
you know what to do
liberate the fish from the aquariums
liberate the money from yer bank accnts
and send it to me
i'll spend it on the revolution for ya
ring pam n perry
theyre open till seven
waiting for yer call
tell em
i'll have alf a pound of whatever
sks smokin'
if you cant afford it
give em the keys to yer 4wd
they wont mind
dress in paisley if you must wear clothes
im trying to cross 2 looks actually
the floral bricklayer
i can go either way
road rage
or
nut cutlets
try to be versatile
just dont change at all
i dunno
oh yeah
intent
thats a good word
but not as good as ineluctable....
what does that mean again?
i love you
you big dummy
sk
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
alluvial debris with pink clouds
so im driving down the roady
i gotta my little family
stuffed into my brother jlks little car
we're driving home from nannas
evies got tonsilitis
shes got a fever of 153 or sumpthin
shes sitting in the harsh glare
of the australian sun
trapped in the corner
hemmed in by baby bouncer
in her car seat
little evies moaning and wriggling...
now although the back seat has the full
brunt of the sun
up ahead
about a mile away
is the biggest blackest meanest nimbus cloud
spittin' twin layers of lightnin'
identical everytime
like in a rorsach test
(or whatever)
two vivid forks of energy
thats gonna blow yer mind
and behind that
is a sky
emptying itself inside out
rainin' n pourin'
the a/c is freezing me
my hands and long skinny nose
are like ice
(my nose is always red
from sunburn
or cold
my dad said i should get a job as a stop light)
but the back seat is calling for more cold
nk and i both fiddly widdly with the controls
im thinking
at least it cannae get any worse
suddenly the backseat is screaming
theres a bee or a wasp in the car
a big black shape darts around the cabin
everytime they all scream
my heart jumps up higher in my throat
and my driving falls apart
lighting striking to the port and starboard
i kidd thee not, fiend
we heard the zitch
we smelt the smell
that the air has
when the bolt has eaten up all the
blah blah molecules
our hair on our bodies stood up on end
then a peal of thunder...
a peal...?
this was more like the drum of doom
some quiet part of me
way down deep below the anxiety and hysteria
is going
wow this is just like clark griswald
as played by chevy chase
i mean
im shooting down this highway
at 110 kmh
the suns roasting the back
rain and lightin lashin the front
and a crazed bee
a sick childe
a carful of screaming ninnies
cmon
bring it on
we did get home safe and sound
thank you to all concerned
evies been to the quack
auroras got it too
and baby bouncer is
lying around
smiling and dreaming
like nothing has happened
oh yeah
i did my screen test
im in
if i want it
they want me to play
an english immigrant
who grows up in aust
becomes a minor pop star
has a minor hit in america
gets on ye olde gear
and is eventually redeemed
by making some goode music
and becoming a bloggstar
i dunno
i think its an unlikely story
i dont think the publics gonna
really warm to that
anyway
if they offer me
another cuppla million
i may consider
playing the twilight years
if nothing else is going on
apart from all that tripe
i saw the kaiser chefs on rage
as charismatic as a sponge
maybe i am just too olde
the guy with the hat
looks like a right gooseball
well if its getting to that level
it must be time for me to be on my way
i will be back real soon
with the real truth
until then
aloha
sk
i gotta my little family
stuffed into my brother jlks little car
we're driving home from nannas
evies got tonsilitis
shes got a fever of 153 or sumpthin
shes sitting in the harsh glare
of the australian sun
trapped in the corner
hemmed in by baby bouncer
in her car seat
little evies moaning and wriggling...
now although the back seat has the full
brunt of the sun
up ahead
about a mile away
is the biggest blackest meanest nimbus cloud
spittin' twin layers of lightnin'
identical everytime
like in a rorsach test
(or whatever)
two vivid forks of energy
thats gonna blow yer mind
and behind that
is a sky
emptying itself inside out
rainin' n pourin'
the a/c is freezing me
my hands and long skinny nose
are like ice
(my nose is always red
from sunburn
or cold
my dad said i should get a job as a stop light)
but the back seat is calling for more cold
nk and i both fiddly widdly with the controls
im thinking
at least it cannae get any worse
suddenly the backseat is screaming
theres a bee or a wasp in the car
a big black shape darts around the cabin
everytime they all scream
my heart jumps up higher in my throat
and my driving falls apart
lighting striking to the port and starboard
i kidd thee not, fiend
we heard the zitch
we smelt the smell
that the air has
when the bolt has eaten up all the
blah blah molecules
our hair on our bodies stood up on end
then a peal of thunder...
a peal...?
this was more like the drum of doom
some quiet part of me
way down deep below the anxiety and hysteria
is going
wow this is just like clark griswald
as played by chevy chase
i mean
im shooting down this highway
at 110 kmh
the suns roasting the back
rain and lightin lashin the front
and a crazed bee
a sick childe
a carful of screaming ninnies
cmon
bring it on
we did get home safe and sound
thank you to all concerned
evies been to the quack
auroras got it too
and baby bouncer is
lying around
smiling and dreaming
like nothing has happened
oh yeah
i did my screen test
im in
if i want it
they want me to play
an english immigrant
who grows up in aust
becomes a minor pop star
has a minor hit in america
gets on ye olde gear
and is eventually redeemed
by making some goode music
and becoming a bloggstar
i dunno
i think its an unlikely story
i dont think the publics gonna
really warm to that
anyway
if they offer me
another cuppla million
i may consider
playing the twilight years
if nothing else is going on
apart from all that tripe
i saw the kaiser chefs on rage
as charismatic as a sponge
maybe i am just too olde
the guy with the hat
looks like a right gooseball
well if its getting to that level
it must be time for me to be on my way
i will be back real soon
with the real truth
until then
aloha
sk
Saturday, February 25, 2006
gargoyles and winged monkeys
baby
once i lived in lemuria
oh such a long long time ago
the cool shade of the temples
lianabound columns of marble
the statues of ra zeus and baal
untranslatable
impossible to recommend
or deny
the lemurian priests
with their oiled beards and their
deadly wands
they have charged with restless
and angry elements
and elementals
they summon ra zeus
in their mountain top shrines
none may enter
under pain of death
you wont believe this
but i saw him in the thunderflash
i saw him rise out of that churning
african ocean
five hundred feet tall
he fell out of the sky
as well
light as air
inside your head and heart
knowing what you gonna think
knowing what you gonna feel
railing at the priests
WHY AM I HERE?
the priests do their things
to placate r z
terrible things
beautiful things
they pay their obeisances
in a sumerian language
but not as old as ours
we know so many things
riding the wind with yer soul
impossible restraint
diamond like will
the ability to understand
and the understanding
that comes with knowledge
so many different paths
so many different ways thissa
coulda gone
the gardens inside out houses
tropics lie hidden in haze
oh the lemurian women, my friends
their gracious ways
nights in the junglestrangled darkness
what we did to our enemies
when we captured em
sent their souls screaming silently
to the pit
our beautiful money
too pretty to even spend
and the monkeys
outside
waiting patiently
for it to all go wrong
for the magic to bite us on the ass
you see we'd perfected some bits
but in other ways
we were just barbarians
see ya round
sk
once i lived in lemuria
oh such a long long time ago
the cool shade of the temples
lianabound columns of marble
the statues of ra zeus and baal
untranslatable
impossible to recommend
or deny
the lemurian priests
with their oiled beards and their
deadly wands
they have charged with restless
and angry elements
and elementals
they summon ra zeus
in their mountain top shrines
none may enter
under pain of death
you wont believe this
but i saw him in the thunderflash
i saw him rise out of that churning
african ocean
five hundred feet tall
he fell out of the sky
as well
light as air
inside your head and heart
knowing what you gonna think
knowing what you gonna feel
railing at the priests
WHY AM I HERE?
the priests do their things
to placate r z
terrible things
beautiful things
they pay their obeisances
in a sumerian language
but not as old as ours
we know so many things
riding the wind with yer soul
impossible restraint
diamond like will
the ability to understand
and the understanding
that comes with knowledge
so many different paths
so many different ways thissa
coulda gone
the gardens inside out houses
tropics lie hidden in haze
oh the lemurian women, my friends
their gracious ways
nights in the junglestrangled darkness
what we did to our enemies
when we captured em
sent their souls screaming silently
to the pit
our beautiful money
too pretty to even spend
and the monkeys
outside
waiting patiently
for it to all go wrong
for the magic to bite us on the ass
you see we'd perfected some bits
but in other ways
we were just barbarians
see ya round
sk
Friday, February 24, 2006
i can master with the aid of this skull powdered cord
good morning you crazy fiendss
well actually its the afternoon
guess where yer humble hero is right now?
no not either of those poxy i/net caffs
nope
not the conveniemce store neither
im in the sumptuous cool interior
of the karmic hit guest facilities
which the ceo jlk has flipped me the keys to
(oh no, i ended a sentence on a preposition)
so here i am surrounded by silent plasmas
and huge inset aquariums
with siamese fighters and angelfish
my my jlk what an elegant
but very zen
touch
the kh secretaries hovering round
bringing me soy hot chocks
and oiling and supplicating at my feet
my gold records line the wall
in all the offices around
the fax machines whirr and hum
movers and shakers lurk
clocks spitting seconds into the rooms
a view to dye four
you know the schtory, my fiendss
my restless creatures
my secretive vampires
my bloggfriends
coming thru the mirror
stay with me tonite
i had a meeting with a big important guy today
a powerful druid in the bizz, you see
he wants to help us help ourselves
wow
but fiendss
this guy is a very nice manne
he seems straight up
he says
i met so and so
from such and such
(fiendss insert vip names in here)
AND
i met so and so
from such and such
(fiendss, even more vip names here)
and i meet loads of big wigs
all over the worrld
and guessa what
they all love yer band....
so yer humble olde genius feeling v optimistic
about ye olde future
its funny fiendies
i meet a lotta people backstage
most of em
are docktors
lawyers
professors
big shots of some kind
i dunno
and i always say
howcome you guys like us
they always say
well who else is there except radioheady
ya know theyre right
if you got some brains up there
if you got some discernment
and ya like rock
what else do ya have these days
i know iknow
there ARE loads of good, nay, great
bands and people
i just listened to lambs "gabriel"
about 5 times in a row
cos one time is not enuff
for yer heart to extract all the loveliness
contained within this song
no no
yer right
there are good things
i guess
i dunno if the bads getting worse
or what...?
anyway
im really happy that we are appealing to academia baby
thats fine
we just need a few bricklayers
and a few plumbers
actually i dont care what you do
fer yer livin'
as long as its vaguely honourable
and it aint grindin one of my fiendss down
as long as yer donatin 15 %
to the sjk institute
for research into electric guitars
do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
talking of al crowley
didnt you lot get yer knickers in a twist
over yon magician
pretty good to be still raising
such a furore
seeing it was all nearly hundred years ago
i believe al was a good guy
and a bad guy
just like yer lowly scribe
he was capable of both
just like everybody
even you
but jesus
give me a million of him
rather than one fuckin cheney blair or pm worm
cmon
havent ya ever wanted to do magic ?
oh yeah
so have i
i saw mwp levitate a crowd in dublin once
with only a 12 string geetar
and a fuzz box
izzat magic
oh boy
i bet you wish i would spill the beans on my occult connexions
the mysterious rites i have attended
the beings that we invoked
im sorry my fiendss
im sworn to secrecy on that one
they gonna kill the ones who blabbe
on a blogge
no worries about that
youll pick up paper
olde rocker found
babbling and naked
inside pentagram
you dont fool with these people
theyll have you green
and eating flies
theyll bugger yer crops
and make yer kidss go crosseyed
so if yer get invited to a coven
or yer taking part in some heathen ceremony
turn off yer mobile you goose
and dont get caught taking any pictures
or
youll be hopping home with a long tongue
so ok
ive seen good magic
ive seen bad magic
ive heard tragic magic by traffic
(which is pretty goode too!)
ive had to do some disappearing acts
and ive soothed savage beasts
with music
(if that didnt work i used a tranq gun)
you cant just open up one of als books
and go
aha
childe sacrifices
etc
etc
you gotta dig the mannes style
understand the hilariously repressive
victorian
(read: "straight")
times that he lived in
and the flamboyant and incendiary language
he was prone to use
yes smack got him in the end
that easily coulda been me
still could be
or even you little baby
cos yer born but yer not dead
many a slip twixt the cup n the lip
i dunno
i guess i think
underneath it all
(and some of ya take thingss far too literally)
al was onto some thing
but it aint my path
but id rather be a magician
than a musician
less rehearsals
less argy bargy
(except when they catch ya sacrificin' bulls)
and better prospects
for early retirement
whatever whatever whatever
keep tuned
try to behave yerself
do something nice
bye bye bye
sk
well actually its the afternoon
guess where yer humble hero is right now?
no not either of those poxy i/net caffs
nope
not the conveniemce store neither
im in the sumptuous cool interior
of the karmic hit guest facilities
which the ceo jlk has flipped me the keys to
(oh no, i ended a sentence on a preposition)
so here i am surrounded by silent plasmas
and huge inset aquariums
with siamese fighters and angelfish
my my jlk what an elegant
but very zen
touch
the kh secretaries hovering round
bringing me soy hot chocks
and oiling and supplicating at my feet
my gold records line the wall
in all the offices around
the fax machines whirr and hum
movers and shakers lurk
clocks spitting seconds into the rooms
a view to dye four
you know the schtory, my fiendss
my restless creatures
my secretive vampires
my bloggfriends
coming thru the mirror
stay with me tonite
i had a meeting with a big important guy today
a powerful druid in the bizz, you see
he wants to help us help ourselves
wow
but fiendss
this guy is a very nice manne
he seems straight up
he says
i met so and so
from such and such
(fiendss insert vip names in here)
AND
i met so and so
from such and such
(fiendss, even more vip names here)
and i meet loads of big wigs
all over the worrld
and guessa what
they all love yer band....
so yer humble olde genius feeling v optimistic
about ye olde future
its funny fiendies
i meet a lotta people backstage
most of em
are docktors
lawyers
professors
big shots of some kind
i dunno
and i always say
howcome you guys like us
they always say
well who else is there except radioheady
ya know theyre right
if you got some brains up there
if you got some discernment
and ya like rock
what else do ya have these days
i know iknow
there ARE loads of good, nay, great
bands and people
i just listened to lambs "gabriel"
about 5 times in a row
cos one time is not enuff
for yer heart to extract all the loveliness
contained within this song
no no
yer right
there are good things
i guess
i dunno if the bads getting worse
or what...?
anyway
im really happy that we are appealing to academia baby
thats fine
we just need a few bricklayers
and a few plumbers
actually i dont care what you do
fer yer livin'
as long as its vaguely honourable
and it aint grindin one of my fiendss down
as long as yer donatin 15 %
to the sjk institute
for research into electric guitars
do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
talking of al crowley
didnt you lot get yer knickers in a twist
over yon magician
pretty good to be still raising
such a furore
seeing it was all nearly hundred years ago
i believe al was a good guy
and a bad guy
just like yer lowly scribe
he was capable of both
just like everybody
even you
but jesus
give me a million of him
rather than one fuckin cheney blair or pm worm
cmon
havent ya ever wanted to do magic ?
oh yeah
so have i
i saw mwp levitate a crowd in dublin once
with only a 12 string geetar
and a fuzz box
izzat magic
oh boy
i bet you wish i would spill the beans on my occult connexions
the mysterious rites i have attended
the beings that we invoked
im sorry my fiendss
im sworn to secrecy on that one
they gonna kill the ones who blabbe
on a blogge
no worries about that
youll pick up paper
olde rocker found
babbling and naked
inside pentagram
you dont fool with these people
theyll have you green
and eating flies
theyll bugger yer crops
and make yer kidss go crosseyed
so if yer get invited to a coven
or yer taking part in some heathen ceremony
turn off yer mobile you goose
and dont get caught taking any pictures
or
youll be hopping home with a long tongue
so ok
ive seen good magic
ive seen bad magic
ive heard tragic magic by traffic
(which is pretty goode too!)
ive had to do some disappearing acts
and ive soothed savage beasts
with music
(if that didnt work i used a tranq gun)
you cant just open up one of als books
and go
aha
childe sacrifices
etc
etc
you gotta dig the mannes style
understand the hilariously repressive
victorian
(read: "straight")
times that he lived in
and the flamboyant and incendiary language
he was prone to use
yes smack got him in the end
that easily coulda been me
still could be
or even you little baby
cos yer born but yer not dead
many a slip twixt the cup n the lip
i dunno
i guess i think
underneath it all
(and some of ya take thingss far too literally)
al was onto some thing
but it aint my path
but id rather be a magician
than a musician
less rehearsals
less argy bargy
(except when they catch ya sacrificin' bulls)
and better prospects
for early retirement
whatever whatever whatever
keep tuned
try to behave yerself
do something nice
bye bye bye
sk
Thursday, February 23, 2006
i said i aint got no money....he said that aint necessary
good morning you creatures
1st things 1st
no i do nae eat the fishies
i am ambivalent on this issue
i do nae care for the taste
i especially disdain the prawnies
the shrimpies
the lobstahs
etc
actually once the chruch were in a restaurant in london
theres all these "straights" sittin round
enjoying their lunchtime meat and plonk
theres this big ole lobster sitting on a huge salad plate
just behind these captains of industry
the lobster lyin' there dead
in amongst a big salad
soggy with mayo and oil
imagine
if you will
your good heros delight
when yon lobstar comes back to life
starts waving his claws around
flinging great globs of mayo-ey mess
all over the suits suits
and it took em about 5 minutes to notice
unfortunately for the lobby
a nasty little chef came running in
and beat the poor creature
back to death
with a runcible spoon
such cruelty
hey but those suits were heading straight for the dry cleaners
so no i dont eat fish
but fish are in another category ya see
they live normal happy lives
(i presume)
until the moment before they are caught
they are not systematically degraded
you cannot belittle something fiendss
with out belittling yerself
cmon thats basic einsteinian fizzicks
its also the law of karma
but
but
if you wanna eat the fishies
i absolve you
remember tho
just the ones with scales and fins
AND
i deplore the act of throwing a living creature
into boiling water
as they do with the lobs
thats fucked up
if you eat something like that
youre gonna be sorry
eventually
but many people i know eat the fishies
so i dunno
do whatever you like baby
sometimes when the chruch is on tour in aust
we would amuse ourselves
when we drive past a bridge crowded with fishymen
all with their cruel hooks in the water
we stop and yell out
LEAVE THOSE FISH ALONE!
you should see those astonished faces
ha ha ha
people just leave things alone
its a fishy ok
its "just" a fish life right?
but the fish likes its fishy life
it doesnt wanna die
do you really have to eat it
aint there something else out there
can satisfy ya?
compassion my fiendss
how can we have compassion for each other
when we butcher the sweet calves and lambs ?
so listen
i dont wanna keep this going all the time
im no militant proseletyzer barkin' in ya ear
fucking eat what you want
see if i care
its just between you and you
nun of my bizness
if you wanna do that
keep it to yerself
but dont come here
try and change my mind
its impossible
i aint ever
EVER
gonna put that evil filthy stuff
it my little tummy
and fiendss
if ya ever wonder
how yer humble hero
look so good
can do so much
still knocking out big fat babies
getting better
instead of worse
dont you think being a veggie
for 35 years might have somethin to do with it?
ok
thats over and done
last night a huge black limo
pulled up outside my housie
in deepest nth bondi
at first i think
oh no...
malcys read mah blogge and hes
taking me for a long drive somewhere...
but no
on closer inspection
i noticed the initials kh
and a hand of god logo
i realise its been sent round
for my next recording session
at the huge impressive kh towers
in bondi heights
when i get there i am delighted
when jlk the ceo
says
i got some stuff from martin kennedy
to play ya
now
mr kennedy is the guy in all india radio
and big spaceship
he did that wonderful trk on khp+r3
i love this mannes werk
and hes sent 6 beautiful things
for me to croon on
ok we did one
a beautiful measured very mk piece
called eyes ahead
im very happy
remember where you heard about this first
check out some all india radio records
i think you will like this guy
his music is serene and poignant
unlike robbie williams
who is on the radio at the moment
mmm i know hes part of god too
i know he got vishnu in his heart baybee
i know its beneath me to critize and whine
but
fuck i loathe his shallow showbiz shite
go back to playin the fuckin artful dodger in oliver
your face and your voice make me sick!!
oh fiendss
this be a real mixed baggy today
eh?
i gotta say thanks to my deer frend glenny w
who gave me a nice haircut
which should look nice in the middle of march
good on ya mr w
while im saying thanks
thanks also to my poetry manager mr gn
and to my art manny and head of the sksc
ms hj
both of whom toil ceaselessly
striking great blows for the boheemian cause
and putting fear into the crumbling
"straight" world
as they boldy dismantle the fascist mechanism
armed only with words and paint
gn and hj
i appoint thee
knight and dame of this fair realm
boheemia
which is in all our hearts
arise
and slay the besuitted hordes
ride far and near
proclaiming
throw down thy brief cases
leave those fluoro lit offices
get out of yer gas guzzlin 4 wheel drives
that aint never seen a tree in their lives
cast away the key to the vip exec bathroomn
and give yer gold chain to st vinnies
put yer gossip rags n financial times
on a bonfire
as all over the world
the great boheemian victory is celebrated
with spliffs chruch moosic and nut cutlets
this is it fiendss
a war on wars
cmon
were takin' over
whaddya waitin for?
i love ya
now go forth and multiply
sk
1st things 1st
no i do nae eat the fishies
i am ambivalent on this issue
i do nae care for the taste
i especially disdain the prawnies
the shrimpies
the lobstahs
etc
actually once the chruch were in a restaurant in london
theres all these "straights" sittin round
enjoying their lunchtime meat and plonk
theres this big ole lobster sitting on a huge salad plate
just behind these captains of industry
the lobster lyin' there dead
in amongst a big salad
soggy with mayo and oil
imagine
if you will
your good heros delight
when yon lobstar comes back to life
starts waving his claws around
flinging great globs of mayo-ey mess
all over the suits suits
and it took em about 5 minutes to notice
unfortunately for the lobby
a nasty little chef came running in
and beat the poor creature
back to death
with a runcible spoon
such cruelty
hey but those suits were heading straight for the dry cleaners
so no i dont eat fish
but fish are in another category ya see
they live normal happy lives
(i presume)
until the moment before they are caught
they are not systematically degraded
you cannot belittle something fiendss
with out belittling yerself
cmon thats basic einsteinian fizzicks
its also the law of karma
but
but
if you wanna eat the fishies
i absolve you
remember tho
just the ones with scales and fins
AND
i deplore the act of throwing a living creature
into boiling water
as they do with the lobs
thats fucked up
if you eat something like that
youre gonna be sorry
eventually
but many people i know eat the fishies
so i dunno
do whatever you like baby
sometimes when the chruch is on tour in aust
we would amuse ourselves
when we drive past a bridge crowded with fishymen
all with their cruel hooks in the water
we stop and yell out
LEAVE THOSE FISH ALONE!
you should see those astonished faces
ha ha ha
people just leave things alone
its a fishy ok
its "just" a fish life right?
but the fish likes its fishy life
it doesnt wanna die
do you really have to eat it
aint there something else out there
can satisfy ya?
compassion my fiendss
how can we have compassion for each other
when we butcher the sweet calves and lambs ?
so listen
i dont wanna keep this going all the time
im no militant proseletyzer barkin' in ya ear
fucking eat what you want
see if i care
its just between you and you
nun of my bizness
if you wanna do that
keep it to yerself
but dont come here
try and change my mind
its impossible
i aint ever
EVER
gonna put that evil filthy stuff
it my little tummy
and fiendss
if ya ever wonder
how yer humble hero
look so good
can do so much
still knocking out big fat babies
getting better
instead of worse
dont you think being a veggie
for 35 years might have somethin to do with it?
ok
thats over and done
last night a huge black limo
pulled up outside my housie
in deepest nth bondi
at first i think
oh no...
malcys read mah blogge and hes
taking me for a long drive somewhere...
but no
on closer inspection
i noticed the initials kh
and a hand of god logo
i realise its been sent round
for my next recording session
at the huge impressive kh towers
in bondi heights
when i get there i am delighted
when jlk the ceo
says
i got some stuff from martin kennedy
to play ya
now
mr kennedy is the guy in all india radio
and big spaceship
he did that wonderful trk on khp+r3
i love this mannes werk
and hes sent 6 beautiful things
for me to croon on
ok we did one
a beautiful measured very mk piece
called eyes ahead
im very happy
remember where you heard about this first
check out some all india radio records
i think you will like this guy
his music is serene and poignant
unlike robbie williams
who is on the radio at the moment
mmm i know hes part of god too
i know he got vishnu in his heart baybee
i know its beneath me to critize and whine
but
fuck i loathe his shallow showbiz shite
go back to playin the fuckin artful dodger in oliver
your face and your voice make me sick!!
oh fiendss
this be a real mixed baggy today
eh?
i gotta say thanks to my deer frend glenny w
who gave me a nice haircut
which should look nice in the middle of march
good on ya mr w
while im saying thanks
thanks also to my poetry manager mr gn
and to my art manny and head of the sksc
ms hj
both of whom toil ceaselessly
striking great blows for the boheemian cause
and putting fear into the crumbling
"straight" world
as they boldy dismantle the fascist mechanism
armed only with words and paint
gn and hj
i appoint thee
knight and dame of this fair realm
boheemia
which is in all our hearts
arise
and slay the besuitted hordes
ride far and near
proclaiming
throw down thy brief cases
leave those fluoro lit offices
get out of yer gas guzzlin 4 wheel drives
that aint never seen a tree in their lives
cast away the key to the vip exec bathroomn
and give yer gold chain to st vinnies
put yer gossip rags n financial times
on a bonfire
as all over the world
the great boheemian victory is celebrated
with spliffs chruch moosic and nut cutlets
this is it fiendss
a war on wars
cmon
were takin' over
whaddya waitin for?
i love ya
now go forth and multiply
sk
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
driving me backwards
rise and shine fiendss
its a brand new day
wakey wakey
hands off snakey
etc
etc
and
etc
i dunno
i dunno whats going on today
ive done my laps
done my chi gong
its 10 41
about 27 degrees
some clouds
(uninvited)
have ya got ya blokk ep yet ?
are you stunned by how yer olde hero keeps pumpin out
them essential tunes
the ones ya always wanted to hear
but no one cept the cruch had the balls
and nous
to write
the burden of your expectations
weighing around my neck
everytime i pick up my guitar
everytime i set pen to paper
the need to come up wiv sumpthin'
you gonna love
cmon fiendsss
i hope you liked blokk
it was almost the best we could do
at the time
course its well over a year olde now
i could do much better than that now
oh yeah
and if ya live in australia
ya could be seeing us soon
other than that...
other than that
many more nice things in pipeline for ya
keep tuned
have ya credit card ready
watch this space
i gotta loada new bits n pieces ready for ya
how do i keep this up?
where will it all end?
an ever receding horizon disappearing before my eyes
vishnu telling me :
"create, my son
as a part of me , it is your nature is to create"
aint it funny fiends
turner
or someone
does a nice painting of the clouds
we all stand round and applaud
god creates a beautiful sky for ya
everyday
with real moving changing clouds
and birds
and hardly anyone even looks up
yessaday baby
i standing on my balcony doing yoga
i filled with sweet bliss
i looking at clouds
i cant believe i live on this planet
spinning perfectly thru space
w/ own atmosphere
azure blue
so perfect
beautiful clouds
i gotta stop and laugh
i thinking im getting better at painting clouds
but look at this
a very gentle reminder how great He is
lilac violet mauve
streaks of perfect pink
the clouds themselves
endlessly forming and reforming
into suggestions of animals
and fish
and enigmatic shapes
shaping my thoughts
right out loud
all the planets going round on their ellipses
the black space between filled with sound
and potential
if yer an atheist
just look up baby
you really think this all got here by accident?
you really do?
ha!
you not really looking then
if i am convinced of one thing
it is this
god is real
god is everywhere if you open yer eyes
god is love
god is waiting on ya all
just wait and see
chant his one thousand names
meditate
sit in silence
centre in on yer breathing
in the quiet ness of yer heart
you may hear a soft voice
in the colours behind yer eyes
you may catch a fleeting glimpse
seek nature
throw away yer gossip rags
avoid dead food
turn off ya fuckin tv set
be loving to yer mum and dad
they wont be around forever
be nice to yer kidss
they depend on you for everything
hug yer friends
forgive yer enemies
dont kill anything
you are made from the same stuff as the stars
dont poke around in the puddles
you have all time and space as yer inheritance
its not easy
but it aint too hard either
everyone got it in em
cmon
vishnu is already in yer heart
hes just waiting for ya to realise that
imagine
the lord of this whole shebang baybee
of all that is was and ever will be
and yet
he is so kind
he is living within your own heart
if you dont believe me now
you will one day
the proofs in the pudding my fiend
i say this
cos i love you
bye bye
sk
its a brand new day
wakey wakey
hands off snakey
etc
etc
and
etc
i dunno
i dunno whats going on today
ive done my laps
done my chi gong
its 10 41
about 27 degrees
some clouds
(uninvited)
have ya got ya blokk ep yet ?
are you stunned by how yer olde hero keeps pumpin out
them essential tunes
the ones ya always wanted to hear
but no one cept the cruch had the balls
and nous
to write
the burden of your expectations
weighing around my neck
everytime i pick up my guitar
everytime i set pen to paper
the need to come up wiv sumpthin'
you gonna love
cmon fiendsss
i hope you liked blokk
it was almost the best we could do
at the time
course its well over a year olde now
i could do much better than that now
oh yeah
and if ya live in australia
ya could be seeing us soon
other than that...
other than that
many more nice things in pipeline for ya
keep tuned
have ya credit card ready
watch this space
i gotta loada new bits n pieces ready for ya
how do i keep this up?
where will it all end?
an ever receding horizon disappearing before my eyes
vishnu telling me :
"create, my son
as a part of me , it is your nature is to create"
aint it funny fiends
turner
or someone
does a nice painting of the clouds
we all stand round and applaud
god creates a beautiful sky for ya
everyday
with real moving changing clouds
and birds
and hardly anyone even looks up
yessaday baby
i standing on my balcony doing yoga
i filled with sweet bliss
i looking at clouds
i cant believe i live on this planet
spinning perfectly thru space
w/ own atmosphere
azure blue
so perfect
beautiful clouds
i gotta stop and laugh
i thinking im getting better at painting clouds
but look at this
a very gentle reminder how great He is
lilac violet mauve
streaks of perfect pink
the clouds themselves
endlessly forming and reforming
into suggestions of animals
and fish
and enigmatic shapes
shaping my thoughts
right out loud
all the planets going round on their ellipses
the black space between filled with sound
and potential
if yer an atheist
just look up baby
you really think this all got here by accident?
you really do?
ha!
you not really looking then
if i am convinced of one thing
it is this
god is real
god is everywhere if you open yer eyes
god is love
god is waiting on ya all
just wait and see
chant his one thousand names
meditate
sit in silence
centre in on yer breathing
in the quiet ness of yer heart
you may hear a soft voice
in the colours behind yer eyes
you may catch a fleeting glimpse
seek nature
throw away yer gossip rags
avoid dead food
turn off ya fuckin tv set
be loving to yer mum and dad
they wont be around forever
be nice to yer kidss
they depend on you for everything
hug yer friends
forgive yer enemies
dont kill anything
you are made from the same stuff as the stars
dont poke around in the puddles
you have all time and space as yer inheritance
its not easy
but it aint too hard either
everyone got it in em
cmon
vishnu is already in yer heart
hes just waiting for ya to realise that
imagine
the lord of this whole shebang baybee
of all that is was and ever will be
and yet
he is so kind
he is living within your own heart
if you dont believe me now
you will one day
the proofs in the pudding my fiend
i say this
cos i love you
bye bye
sk
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
implicit torque adaptability (w/ diaspora)
sophistry, my greedy fiendss
do ya know what i mean?
the way some people can try
and fiddle around
with a buncha words
until you cannae follow nothin' anymore
or saying one thing
implying another
while actually conveying a third meaning
or whatever you like
i admit to indulging in sophistry
and when unmasked
i'll take it on the chin
im thinking of yon imbecile
who writes in and says
youre a vegetarian for the wrong reasons
oh
now i understand
im a vegetarian for the WRONG reasons
like the cows would care if we were NOT murdering them
and their calves
because
a( for us
b) for them
c) for some obscure philosophic sophististic blah blah blah
cmon
this is sophistry
listen
didja all know that i was a debater
yep i represented the a.c.t. many times
between 17 and 18
you see
ive done lots of time
sitting around thinking of ways
to make 1 and 1 make 3 linguistically
using strange logic and long words
until a meets b or anything
you want it to be
heres another strange thing for yer perusal
talk about 2 people on a different trajectory
once, the nsw high school team came to canberra
they were billetted out
that means they stayed with the other team members
in their houses for a coupla days
guess who i got
malcolm turnbull
who for the info of the o/seas fiendss
is about 1 or 2 years away from being
australias next prime minister
he is also the richest druid in parlyamint
he has also recently converted to catholicism
and become member of opus dei
he is olde money
hes married into more olde money
believe me
you aint heard the last of this cat
talk about fuck democracy
i was born to rule!
and baybee
when malcy boy gets in...
ooohhh mama that bouy got his own agenda
he is so rich it dont matter
he aint innit for the money
oh jesus
he wants that power
he wanna wake up
look himself in his mirror
and say
malcy...youre are the p fuckin m
this is the dude yer long suffrin' hero
had hang at his gaffe in 72
you think malcy intarested in davy blowie or marc bowl-on
not a fuckin chance
he musta gotta shock when he saw our workin class red bricker
wow
his dad had just bought him a pad in paddington
so he could have a little privacy
he was as dismayed as you could be
to be in the company of me
he was out in the kitchen with my mum
dressed in the most impeccable smoking jacket
talking politics wiv me mam
like
and jocie says
say whatever you like boyo
(and i was sayin' plenty, fiendsss)
but hes going to be the prime minister one day
shes been gleefully watching her prediction come true
as mt has ascended the ladder
we always ring each other up
there you go mum malcys the minister for cellotape
there you go son, malcy owns the liberal party now
and his team walloped us
how couldnt they with guys like him
man this guy could argue and debate
back then
more eloquently
than just about anyone i HAVE EVER seen
before or since
hes got charisma
i hate to say it
but he did then
he still does
hes a fucking genius with language
he can have x equalling y in a second
youll believe it
youll be thankin him for showin ya!
he blew our debatin team back to the stoneage
he was a little annoyed however
afterwards
while we had drinks at the deakin inn
or somewhere
when the feisty and voluptuous joanna y.
who was the a c t s 1st speaker
she rebuffed his advances
nipped it in the bud so quick
he didnt talk much to me in the car
on the way home
except for something along the lines
how dare she treat ME like that.....
or something
hell i cant remember exactly
this is 33 years ago
any how this guy has the x factor
he is actually far more suited to the top job
than p m worm we have now
at least malcy is true patrician aristocracy
yeah you know the kind, richard and merrick
like lord kitchener or general custer
the "whats a few men type"
im sorry
malcy
at the moment im undecided
me and the fam were strolling along
in bondi a cuppla years ago
malcys givin out pamphlettes
jesus of course he dont recognise
or remember me
he gives me pamphlette
he expains his bullshit to me
he comin on real humble
i thinks
wow hes really changed!
OR he wants that job so badde
hes putting on this act so well
he later stacked his seat
(my electorate coincidentally)
he basically got a load of "mates"
(a billion dollars gets ya a lotta mates)
he dislodged the dude who was sposed to be there
its a bloo ribbon seat
hes in
hes a minister
he WILL be pm
and in the other corner is me
leader of his true opposition
the bohemian party
the ones who like
trees
animals
other people in other countries
our planet
our smokey
our music
we dont want violent unwanted progress
fuckin up this place
i dont need a fuckin mobile phone camera internet
ipodding 32 track sampilin cable tv
when i got the sky and the sea
if you think thats simplistic
i guess it is
i dunno
me and malcy tho'
ha watch those two go
further and further apart
till death reduces both our
dreams
back to pure possibility
i wonder if we'll ever meet up again?
love on ya ya gooseballs
sk
do ya know what i mean?
the way some people can try
and fiddle around
with a buncha words
until you cannae follow nothin' anymore
or saying one thing
implying another
while actually conveying a third meaning
or whatever you like
i admit to indulging in sophistry
and when unmasked
i'll take it on the chin
im thinking of yon imbecile
who writes in and says
youre a vegetarian for the wrong reasons
oh
now i understand
im a vegetarian for the WRONG reasons
like the cows would care if we were NOT murdering them
and their calves
because
a( for us
b) for them
c) for some obscure philosophic sophististic blah blah blah
cmon
this is sophistry
listen
didja all know that i was a debater
yep i represented the a.c.t. many times
between 17 and 18
you see
ive done lots of time
sitting around thinking of ways
to make 1 and 1 make 3 linguistically
using strange logic and long words
until a meets b or anything
you want it to be
heres another strange thing for yer perusal
talk about 2 people on a different trajectory
once, the nsw high school team came to canberra
they were billetted out
that means they stayed with the other team members
in their houses for a coupla days
guess who i got
malcolm turnbull
who for the info of the o/seas fiendss
is about 1 or 2 years away from being
australias next prime minister
he is also the richest druid in parlyamint
he has also recently converted to catholicism
and become member of opus dei
he is olde money
hes married into more olde money
believe me
you aint heard the last of this cat
talk about fuck democracy
i was born to rule!
and baybee
when malcy boy gets in...
ooohhh mama that bouy got his own agenda
he is so rich it dont matter
he aint innit for the money
oh jesus
he wants that power
he wanna wake up
look himself in his mirror
and say
malcy...youre are the p fuckin m
this is the dude yer long suffrin' hero
had hang at his gaffe in 72
you think malcy intarested in davy blowie or marc bowl-on
not a fuckin chance
he musta gotta shock when he saw our workin class red bricker
wow
his dad had just bought him a pad in paddington
so he could have a little privacy
he was as dismayed as you could be
to be in the company of me
he was out in the kitchen with my mum
dressed in the most impeccable smoking jacket
talking politics wiv me mam
like
and jocie says
say whatever you like boyo
(and i was sayin' plenty, fiendsss)
but hes going to be the prime minister one day
shes been gleefully watching her prediction come true
as mt has ascended the ladder
we always ring each other up
there you go mum malcys the minister for cellotape
there you go son, malcy owns the liberal party now
and his team walloped us
how couldnt they with guys like him
man this guy could argue and debate
back then
more eloquently
than just about anyone i HAVE EVER seen
before or since
hes got charisma
i hate to say it
but he did then
he still does
hes a fucking genius with language
he can have x equalling y in a second
youll believe it
youll be thankin him for showin ya!
he blew our debatin team back to the stoneage
he was a little annoyed however
afterwards
while we had drinks at the deakin inn
or somewhere
when the feisty and voluptuous joanna y.
who was the a c t s 1st speaker
she rebuffed his advances
nipped it in the bud so quick
he didnt talk much to me in the car
on the way home
except for something along the lines
how dare she treat ME like that.....
or something
hell i cant remember exactly
this is 33 years ago
any how this guy has the x factor
he is actually far more suited to the top job
than p m worm we have now
at least malcy is true patrician aristocracy
yeah you know the kind, richard and merrick
like lord kitchener or general custer
the "whats a few men type"
im sorry
malcy
at the moment im undecided
me and the fam were strolling along
in bondi a cuppla years ago
malcys givin out pamphlettes
jesus of course he dont recognise
or remember me
he gives me pamphlette
he expains his bullshit to me
he comin on real humble
i thinks
wow hes really changed!
OR he wants that job so badde
hes putting on this act so well
he later stacked his seat
(my electorate coincidentally)
he basically got a load of "mates"
(a billion dollars gets ya a lotta mates)
he dislodged the dude who was sposed to be there
its a bloo ribbon seat
hes in
hes a minister
he WILL be pm
and in the other corner is me
leader of his true opposition
the bohemian party
the ones who like
trees
animals
other people in other countries
our planet
our smokey
our music
we dont want violent unwanted progress
fuckin up this place
i dont need a fuckin mobile phone camera internet
ipodding 32 track sampilin cable tv
when i got the sky and the sea
if you think thats simplistic
i guess it is
i dunno
me and malcy tho'
ha watch those two go
further and further apart
till death reduces both our
dreams
back to pure possibility
i wonder if we'll ever meet up again?
love on ya ya gooseballs
sk
Monday, February 20, 2006
when i am in the darkness why do you intrude?
ok fiendss
how are ya?
this ratio is disproportianate
i spend an hour maybe hour and half
writing this tripe
you fiends gobble down in 2. sumpthin' minutes
baby
i putting in 30 times more time
than you
c'mon
what do i expect?
nothing...
i mean i dont know...
i havent figerred out what it is i need from ya
yet
yet i do this because some intangible force
forces me to fucking BLOGGE!
i am a puppet to my whims
look back over my life
you can see that
sometimes it leads me to something great
sometimes it takes me up a dark street
in a bad neighbourhood in atlanta
and leaves me alone
hiding in the darkness
so that same thing that made me write songs
when no one was or wanted to listen
only my 2 younger brothers
ever listened to all those thousands of songs
i wrote on my 4 track
in canberra and rozelle
my music was everything at once in those days
talk about an over acheiver
i wanted to write songs that were the best
i wanted to do everything myself
i wanted to be punk psychedelic proggy poppy
rocknrolly indy glammy seriousy weirdy catchy
etc
my fiendss
i try to listen to some of the surviving cassettes
my abstract model
inkling
estranged
electrical disturbance
sand and snow
youre my idea
featuring lyrics
youre hanging in the wardrobe
and you think that i cant see
sometimes i think i think i look like you
sometimes i think you look like me
i closed that door
please dont come thru
i try to think of something else
but all i get is you
youre my idea
cmon fiendss
did you like that...?
oh well
whatever
nevermind
anyway
as i wazza saying to ya
the force that compels
us genii and renaissance men
i got stuff pouring out me baybee
sweet jesus
turn off this stream of stuff
i got music playing in my poor pour ringin' ears
i got words flowing outtta my fingers
i got patterns swirling around behind my grey
eyes
my poor brain trying to figger out my mind
hes trying to get a little string theory going
my mind is filling up with all this other stuff
im knocking out poetry
collaborations
songs
stuff
constantly
i cant get any rest
it doesnt switch off
its occupying my thoughts
you see i always hadda bent like this
a lotta people did
but schooly
and worky
knock it outta ya eventually
if i hadda job laying tiles
you reckon im gonna come home and knock out a fucking prose poem
not on yer nelly sunshine
i hadda little job doing just that fiendss
i came home every nite at 4
i put david bowie on the turntable
i fell asleep
my mum woke me up for dinner
i went back to bed and slept
i got up at 6 the next mourning
to start the whole thing again
i was a tilers labourer
we tiled huge just built govt offices
i was a sorry specimen
you can be sure
a piss poor labourer
i only had the job
cos of ian
my cousins husband
he was nice guy and he hired me
you shoulda seen the other guys on the team
when i show up for work
boy
i can see theyre real impressed with my
tiling prowess
hey bruno dont chuck those tiles at me so hard
youre cutting my hands
that one day i will need to write
future aussie rock standard
utmfw
you know the one...
well i guess it aint gonna bee a hit for another 16 years
actually they werent such a bad olde bunch
me and a guy called terry
he was from west wyalong
we went to a town called goulburn
or ghoulburn as nk said once
and me and terry
stayed at the pub
had counter lunch and dinner
(slim pickens for veg in those days and times)
we tiled goulburn hospital floors
chatted up the nursies
terry even chatted up the patients
i was neck deep in blokedom
how much more aussie could ya get?
i dunno
it only sorta half washed
but this is why
i CAN easily become that bricklayer
ive told ya of
in a dark and wonderful old record shop
in goulburn during that time
i found a copy of an album by
a group called flaming youth
id been looking for it for ages
it had phil collins on it
before he joined jenny sis
thick long luxuriant tresses he sported
on the cover
any way i was glad to go to goulbum
just to get that record
i reckon thats enuff for ya today
youll get indigestion if you have too much
after a little break
youll O D
goodbye you creatures
its over
for now
sk
how are ya?
this ratio is disproportianate
i spend an hour maybe hour and half
writing this tripe
you fiends gobble down in 2. sumpthin' minutes
baby
i putting in 30 times more time
than you
c'mon
what do i expect?
nothing...
i mean i dont know...
i havent figerred out what it is i need from ya
yet
yet i do this because some intangible force
forces me to fucking BLOGGE!
i am a puppet to my whims
look back over my life
you can see that
sometimes it leads me to something great
sometimes it takes me up a dark street
in a bad neighbourhood in atlanta
and leaves me alone
hiding in the darkness
so that same thing that made me write songs
when no one was or wanted to listen
only my 2 younger brothers
ever listened to all those thousands of songs
i wrote on my 4 track
in canberra and rozelle
my music was everything at once in those days
talk about an over acheiver
i wanted to write songs that were the best
i wanted to do everything myself
i wanted to be punk psychedelic proggy poppy
rocknrolly indy glammy seriousy weirdy catchy
etc
my fiendss
i try to listen to some of the surviving cassettes
my abstract model
inkling
estranged
electrical disturbance
sand and snow
youre my idea
featuring lyrics
youre hanging in the wardrobe
and you think that i cant see
sometimes i think i think i look like you
sometimes i think you look like me
i closed that door
please dont come thru
i try to think of something else
but all i get is you
youre my idea
cmon fiendss
did you like that...?
oh well
whatever
nevermind
anyway
as i wazza saying to ya
the force that compels
us genii and renaissance men
i got stuff pouring out me baybee
sweet jesus
turn off this stream of stuff
i got music playing in my poor pour ringin' ears
i got words flowing outtta my fingers
i got patterns swirling around behind my grey
eyes
my poor brain trying to figger out my mind
hes trying to get a little string theory going
my mind is filling up with all this other stuff
im knocking out poetry
collaborations
songs
stuff
constantly
i cant get any rest
it doesnt switch off
its occupying my thoughts
you see i always hadda bent like this
a lotta people did
but schooly
and worky
knock it outta ya eventually
if i hadda job laying tiles
you reckon im gonna come home and knock out a fucking prose poem
not on yer nelly sunshine
i hadda little job doing just that fiendss
i came home every nite at 4
i put david bowie on the turntable
i fell asleep
my mum woke me up for dinner
i went back to bed and slept
i got up at 6 the next mourning
to start the whole thing again
i was a tilers labourer
we tiled huge just built govt offices
i was a sorry specimen
you can be sure
a piss poor labourer
i only had the job
cos of ian
my cousins husband
he was nice guy and he hired me
you shoulda seen the other guys on the team
when i show up for work
boy
i can see theyre real impressed with my
tiling prowess
hey bruno dont chuck those tiles at me so hard
youre cutting my hands
that one day i will need to write
future aussie rock standard
utmfw
you know the one...
well i guess it aint gonna bee a hit for another 16 years
actually they werent such a bad olde bunch
me and a guy called terry
he was from west wyalong
we went to a town called goulburn
or ghoulburn as nk said once
and me and terry
stayed at the pub
had counter lunch and dinner
(slim pickens for veg in those days and times)
we tiled goulburn hospital floors
chatted up the nursies
terry even chatted up the patients
i was neck deep in blokedom
how much more aussie could ya get?
i dunno
it only sorta half washed
but this is why
i CAN easily become that bricklayer
ive told ya of
in a dark and wonderful old record shop
in goulburn during that time
i found a copy of an album by
a group called flaming youth
id been looking for it for ages
it had phil collins on it
before he joined jenny sis
thick long luxuriant tresses he sported
on the cover
any way i was glad to go to goulbum
just to get that record
i reckon thats enuff for ya today
youll get indigestion if you have too much
after a little break
youll O D
goodbye you creatures
its over
for now
sk
Saturday, February 18, 2006
blessings in disguise/nursing a viper at yer bosom
goode morning you fiendss
how the @$%#@ are ya?
i was t'inking on the way here
some subjects, some topics
are so big ya cannae really discuss em
all ya will hear is the clamour
of a million people
all going crazy at the top of their lungs
or hitting the olde caps lock on the computah
THIS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE BUBBA
y'know the ones i mean
the war
abortion
minorities
majorities
eating meat
the "gear"
the "straights"
evolution/divine design
whatever
im an icon and an iconoclast
im the devils advocate
and im a silly olde devil
im a saint
and a sinner
i played most parts they could think up
im no sage, mate
im just an olde rocker having his blog
i dont say dont eat meat cos i on my hi horse
i dont say dont eat meat just for the cows
i say it for you
if i was around in slavery times
and i say you know
this is wrong
this cruel
this is bad for them
AND
us
this gonna end one day
am i a militant idiot
or the voice of reasonable humanity
i say now
i make this little predicktion for ya
for them that care to listen
and i been saying this since i was 18
one day the meat industry
will be regarded with the same abhorrence
as slavery
it already is by millions and millions
this abhorrence growing
more and more will see the light
we cannot live on this planet
and sysyematically
painfully
degradingly
horrifically
murder billions o dumb beasts
every day
and not pay that terrible price
get thee to an abbatoir, smart ass
yeah check out those cattle
dying
the bloodngutsnpissnshit
you still want your steaky wakey
see those piggies
hundreds crammed together
screaming silently
as their lives grind on
from one miserable second to the next
you think you can fuckin eat that flesh?
we aint talking here some hunter in the woods
a deer comes along
its been happy free its whole life
sure
it dont wanna get shot
but this hunter has to eat
thats one thing baby
i dont know about that
i dont live inna wood
thats never been necessary for me
i got a choice between clean vegetarian food
or some little packet
down the end of the supermarket where theres that
bad smell
(the smell of putrefaction ...mmmmm)
theres little bits o chopped up corpse
from a variety of creatures
butchered up
how long ago was it murdered
how utterly atrocious was its "life"
is this what i wanna eat?
are you fucking crazy?
i not on my high horse
i just wanna share something with ya
that i grokked early on
meat is pain
if you want less pain
avoid it like the plague
ha
it is the bird plague
incarnate
another goose writes in
trying to get a rise outta yer humble hero
yeah sk
meat or HEROIN???!!
gee
i guess il take the heroin dude...
it tastes better
and its easier to snort
its like comparing an orange to a mile
they dont intersect my olde fruit
you cannae compare em
they are both so surrounded in myth
people, drugs been around a long time
a war on drugs....
ha ha ha
yeah thats what we need
another war
brilliant
look
i should know
i was on the "gear" a decade
a decayed
its terrible stuff my fiendss
you dont wanna mess with it
but i cant help thinking
its one of those things
that a prick like bush will scream
and while ya cheering cos some miserable junky
got busted
bush is in whereveristan bombing a fucking village
cmon
you know its true
theyre trampling all over yer rights
they got ya kneejerk reacting to the big badde words
HEROIN
ABORTION
COMMUNISM
TERRORISM
oh protect us mr bush from heroin
and i dont care how many you gotta kill
and im so disappointed in ya fiendss
when you come on yon goode bohemian blogge
and spout your masters propaganda
so fuck that
turn the abbatoirs into kindergartens
give the third world free dope
and let the fuckin animals be
if you dont like that
i'll be waiting to fight ya
in the middle of centennial park, tonite
midnite
and bring some fuckin power boyo
cos i float like a kilbey
and i sting like a butterfly
cmon
bring it on!!!
ha!
you chicken!
sk
how the @$%#@ are ya?
i was t'inking on the way here
some subjects, some topics
are so big ya cannae really discuss em
all ya will hear is the clamour
of a million people
all going crazy at the top of their lungs
or hitting the olde caps lock on the computah
THIS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE BUBBA
y'know the ones i mean
the war
abortion
minorities
majorities
eating meat
the "gear"
the "straights"
evolution/divine design
whatever
im an icon and an iconoclast
im the devils advocate
and im a silly olde devil
im a saint
and a sinner
i played most parts they could think up
im no sage, mate
im just an olde rocker having his blog
i dont say dont eat meat cos i on my hi horse
i dont say dont eat meat just for the cows
i say it for you
if i was around in slavery times
and i say you know
this is wrong
this cruel
this is bad for them
AND
us
this gonna end one day
am i a militant idiot
or the voice of reasonable humanity
i say now
i make this little predicktion for ya
for them that care to listen
and i been saying this since i was 18
one day the meat industry
will be regarded with the same abhorrence
as slavery
it already is by millions and millions
this abhorrence growing
more and more will see the light
we cannot live on this planet
and sysyematically
painfully
degradingly
horrifically
murder billions o dumb beasts
every day
and not pay that terrible price
get thee to an abbatoir, smart ass
yeah check out those cattle
dying
the bloodngutsnpissnshit
you still want your steaky wakey
see those piggies
hundreds crammed together
screaming silently
as their lives grind on
from one miserable second to the next
you think you can fuckin eat that flesh?
we aint talking here some hunter in the woods
a deer comes along
its been happy free its whole life
sure
it dont wanna get shot
but this hunter has to eat
thats one thing baby
i dont know about that
i dont live inna wood
thats never been necessary for me
i got a choice between clean vegetarian food
or some little packet
down the end of the supermarket where theres that
bad smell
(the smell of putrefaction ...mmmmm)
theres little bits o chopped up corpse
from a variety of creatures
butchered up
how long ago was it murdered
how utterly atrocious was its "life"
is this what i wanna eat?
are you fucking crazy?
i not on my high horse
i just wanna share something with ya
that i grokked early on
meat is pain
if you want less pain
avoid it like the plague
ha
it is the bird plague
incarnate
another goose writes in
trying to get a rise outta yer humble hero
yeah sk
meat or HEROIN???!!
gee
i guess il take the heroin dude...
it tastes better
and its easier to snort
its like comparing an orange to a mile
they dont intersect my olde fruit
you cannae compare em
they are both so surrounded in myth
people, drugs been around a long time
a war on drugs....
ha ha ha
yeah thats what we need
another war
brilliant
look
i should know
i was on the "gear" a decade
a decayed
its terrible stuff my fiendss
you dont wanna mess with it
but i cant help thinking
its one of those things
that a prick like bush will scream
and while ya cheering cos some miserable junky
got busted
bush is in whereveristan bombing a fucking village
cmon
you know its true
theyre trampling all over yer rights
they got ya kneejerk reacting to the big badde words
HEROIN
ABORTION
COMMUNISM
TERRORISM
oh protect us mr bush from heroin
and i dont care how many you gotta kill
and im so disappointed in ya fiendss
when you come on yon goode bohemian blogge
and spout your masters propaganda
so fuck that
turn the abbatoirs into kindergartens
give the third world free dope
and let the fuckin animals be
if you dont like that
i'll be waiting to fight ya
in the middle of centennial park, tonite
midnite
and bring some fuckin power boyo
cos i float like a kilbey
and i sting like a butterfly
cmon
bring it on!!!
ha!
you chicken!
sk
Friday, February 17, 2006
lets see youd be about 16 now and long dead by the time i return to earth
theyre playing janis joplin in the olde cafe
weird choice
i was once amazed
along with sum other membahs of the bande
when once
languishing around waiting for dinner
in the rest-y aur-aunt
in the house o blews chicago
(baybee)
this young girl about 11
comes on stage
with a band of these corny looking guys
and they start up
and this girl becomes janis joplin
BEFORE YER HUMBLES SCRIBES EYES!!
now ole sk been around
hes seen performances and "performances"
and even Performances
but this is like much more than an impersonation
janis is manifesting thru this childe
the punters around me go on drinkin
smokin
talkin
as if ya see something likey this
every everlovin' day
she got the twitch
the hoarse broken vibrato
the terrifying scream
the way her legs went
as she hunched all over the place
authenticity my olde fruits
jj and this sweet possessed childe
i dunno if i even approve or like this act
her parents sit there watching
i guess they seen it hundreds of times
but it shocks me
and the implications shock me
of course people are reincarnating
all the time
but usually who ever you used to be
remains unknown
you probably rarely even would get a chance
to come into direct contact with something
that former you did
but now we leave behind sound recordings
it is feasible
a future version of me
accidentally downloads
a loada olde music
from way back in the 2000s
and he hears somethin by me
and he kinda wakes up to it
i dunno
could this kid actually be jj come back
beats me
it fucking seemed like it to me
and im sure the 5 pipes o the chicago chronic
had not altered my preceptiones hat alll
anyway
the kid was magnificent
however she did it
so many geniuses out there
my mother joycie
at a late age
realised she was a lawn bowls genius
(tho she still wont admit it)
she was in a nsw team
she got more trophies than the thorpedo
she had an innate ability to understand
spatial relationships
the parabolas of rolling spheres
and the energy needed for propulsion
im sure she was also good at drinking cups of tea
and having a natter
everybody a genius at something
i heard about a bloke
he was a genius at rolling cigarettes
he could roll up a bloody rollie
quicker neater straighter
than any other idiot in his local pub
this guy is a legend round those parts
a rollie legend
people would crowd around and cheer
when this fella rolled up a fag
(!)
seriously
then
his goode quack
says
little fella give up the cigs
or its curtains
little fella gives up the cancersticks
as doc says
but
now
deprived of his one thing
that one special art
that He was a genius at
he withered
and died anyway
of a broken fuckin; heart, fiendss!
so dont take mah blogge off me mama momamma
just let me have a little everyday
i'll be a functioning bloggy
i'll pay my taxes
raise my childs
stop hitting weeds with sticks
or making dams in the gutters on rainy days
i'll polish my blundstone booties
with spitnpolish
till i can see my enigmatic grey eyes
in the patterns
the flying ants make
in the australian night
im glad you could be with me today
thanks for stopping by
yes yes mrs jones
hows yer berts lumbago
(mustnt grumble)
yes yes captn misere
i too saw bob calvert
one night upstairs in hamstead heaf
or somewhere
he read his poetry
i bought a copy of his book
he was brilliant
beware of sonic attack!
sk
weird choice
i was once amazed
along with sum other membahs of the bande
when once
languishing around waiting for dinner
in the rest-y aur-aunt
in the house o blews chicago
(baybee)
this young girl about 11
comes on stage
with a band of these corny looking guys
and they start up
and this girl becomes janis joplin
BEFORE YER HUMBLES SCRIBES EYES!!
now ole sk been around
hes seen performances and "performances"
and even Performances
but this is like much more than an impersonation
janis is manifesting thru this childe
the punters around me go on drinkin
smokin
talkin
as if ya see something likey this
every everlovin' day
she got the twitch
the hoarse broken vibrato
the terrifying scream
the way her legs went
as she hunched all over the place
authenticity my olde fruits
jj and this sweet possessed childe
i dunno if i even approve or like this act
her parents sit there watching
i guess they seen it hundreds of times
but it shocks me
and the implications shock me
of course people are reincarnating
all the time
but usually who ever you used to be
remains unknown
you probably rarely even would get a chance
to come into direct contact with something
that former you did
but now we leave behind sound recordings
it is feasible
a future version of me
accidentally downloads
a loada olde music
from way back in the 2000s
and he hears somethin by me
and he kinda wakes up to it
i dunno
could this kid actually be jj come back
beats me
it fucking seemed like it to me
and im sure the 5 pipes o the chicago chronic
had not altered my preceptiones hat alll
anyway
the kid was magnificent
however she did it
so many geniuses out there
my mother joycie
at a late age
realised she was a lawn bowls genius
(tho she still wont admit it)
she was in a nsw team
she got more trophies than the thorpedo
she had an innate ability to understand
spatial relationships
the parabolas of rolling spheres
and the energy needed for propulsion
im sure she was also good at drinking cups of tea
and having a natter
everybody a genius at something
i heard about a bloke
he was a genius at rolling cigarettes
he could roll up a bloody rollie
quicker neater straighter
than any other idiot in his local pub
this guy is a legend round those parts
a rollie legend
people would crowd around and cheer
when this fella rolled up a fag
(!)
seriously
then
his goode quack
says
little fella give up the cigs
or its curtains
little fella gives up the cancersticks
as doc says
but
now
deprived of his one thing
that one special art
that He was a genius at
he withered
and died anyway
of a broken fuckin; heart, fiendss!
so dont take mah blogge off me mama momamma
just let me have a little everyday
i'll be a functioning bloggy
i'll pay my taxes
raise my childs
stop hitting weeds with sticks
or making dams in the gutters on rainy days
i'll polish my blundstone booties
with spitnpolish
till i can see my enigmatic grey eyes
in the patterns
the flying ants make
in the australian night
im glad you could be with me today
thanks for stopping by
yes yes mrs jones
hows yer berts lumbago
(mustnt grumble)
yes yes captn misere
i too saw bob calvert
one night upstairs in hamstead heaf
or somewhere
he read his poetry
i bought a copy of his book
he was brilliant
beware of sonic attack!
sk
Thursday, February 16, 2006
amelioration
good morning you rascals
whats cooking?
nut cutlets and cardboard sauce?
how are you anyway?
i was talking about the connection
between everything
but i know
sometimes its so hard to see it
why cant i feel it
everything like pearls on a string
everything part of everything
you just gotta apply the principles
took me almost 50 years to even start
seeing that there were principles
let alone what they are
and how to apply em
but they exist
if you can manipulate them with your will
anything is possible
yes baby
thats right
anything
you can alter maya
or you could just be able to throw out
an amazing poptune whenever ya wanted
(just like that guy ya know....)
crowley said there are but 2 paths fiendss
to the left we have magic
to the right we have yoga
now this aint magic
in its tawdry or even fairy tale sense
this a magick that sees the universe conforming to your will
the healers
the witches
the wise women
the forest hermits
people who can weild their wills
charge stones or wood with energy
to be discharged at their will
israel regardie proposes a sytem for adepts
in which they set themselves a little task
(say...not to say the word "the" all day)
if you transgress yer rule
you whip out a penknife
and cut yer arm till you remember
painful gruesome
but an effective way of acheiving self discipline
the main prerequisite
you cant re order the very fabric of "reality"
if you aint gotta grip on yerself
harry houdini
would lie underwater in a bath of ice
hold his breath for 5 minutes
he had complete control of himself and the situation
and of course the yoga im talking of
isnt just a buncha people stretching
in yonder community hall
this is union
union with what?
well, whaddya got?
yerself
(will)
outside yerself
(god)
take any path says krishna
i'll be there to meet ya
so yoga and magic
the sciences of the great unseen connection
the big machine, the multiverse
whatever
dont get lost on them terms
i did
i could define 6 different nirvanas
but i had no clue at all
as to their "real" natures
still dont
but im not trying to define em anymore
as i said these principles are art and music intrinsically
you catch fleeting glimpses of em
in the real goode stuff
when you hear or see
something so obviously goode
you slap yerself and say
why didnt i do that?
you know that feeling
someones put those elusive principles to work
the up and down pressure on a flowing brush
a gentle slur on a fretboard
tiny things
that must be observed closely
executed with delicate love
but boldly and with will
will
will
will
have you got will
have you got a will
will you have will
i dunno
get a fucking grip on yerself
i say this to me
and to you
dont kill anything
dont eat the carcasses of wretched miserable beasts
it will come down on you
hard
how could it not??
dont appeal to me baybee
for clemency
it aint in my hands
if you gonna eat that fowl thing
if you gonna pick thru that cows cadaver
you gonna have to take on all that
adrenaline
uric acid
already decaying flesh
bad bad karma
all the drugs the 'FARMER' pumped it up with
all the fear and anxiety that permeated its whole life and death
well my friend
if you got big enuff shoulders
help yerselves to yer meat
but its gonna hold you down
like a heavy lump of death in yer guts
cos thats what it is
i dont fucking care who i offended here
no correspondense will be entered into
and
PLEASE..
dont bother writin in with that load of olde utter tripe
about the screaming carrots
use yer head or get thyself fucked
all the rest
i love you as usual
love
me
whats cooking?
nut cutlets and cardboard sauce?
how are you anyway?
i was talking about the connection
between everything
but i know
sometimes its so hard to see it
why cant i feel it
everything like pearls on a string
everything part of everything
you just gotta apply the principles
took me almost 50 years to even start
seeing that there were principles
let alone what they are
and how to apply em
but they exist
if you can manipulate them with your will
anything is possible
yes baby
thats right
anything
you can alter maya
or you could just be able to throw out
an amazing poptune whenever ya wanted
(just like that guy ya know....)
crowley said there are but 2 paths fiendss
to the left we have magic
to the right we have yoga
now this aint magic
in its tawdry or even fairy tale sense
this a magick that sees the universe conforming to your will
the healers
the witches
the wise women
the forest hermits
people who can weild their wills
charge stones or wood with energy
to be discharged at their will
israel regardie proposes a sytem for adepts
in which they set themselves a little task
(say...not to say the word "the" all day)
if you transgress yer rule
you whip out a penknife
and cut yer arm till you remember
painful gruesome
but an effective way of acheiving self discipline
the main prerequisite
you cant re order the very fabric of "reality"
if you aint gotta grip on yerself
harry houdini
would lie underwater in a bath of ice
hold his breath for 5 minutes
he had complete control of himself and the situation
and of course the yoga im talking of
isnt just a buncha people stretching
in yonder community hall
this is union
union with what?
well, whaddya got?
yerself
(will)
outside yerself
(god)
take any path says krishna
i'll be there to meet ya
so yoga and magic
the sciences of the great unseen connection
the big machine, the multiverse
whatever
dont get lost on them terms
i did
i could define 6 different nirvanas
but i had no clue at all
as to their "real" natures
still dont
but im not trying to define em anymore
as i said these principles are art and music intrinsically
you catch fleeting glimpses of em
in the real goode stuff
when you hear or see
something so obviously goode
you slap yerself and say
why didnt i do that?
you know that feeling
someones put those elusive principles to work
the up and down pressure on a flowing brush
a gentle slur on a fretboard
tiny things
that must be observed closely
executed with delicate love
but boldly and with will
will
will
will
have you got will
have you got a will
will you have will
i dunno
get a fucking grip on yerself
i say this to me
and to you
dont kill anything
dont eat the carcasses of wretched miserable beasts
it will come down on you
hard
how could it not??
dont appeal to me baybee
for clemency
it aint in my hands
if you gonna eat that fowl thing
if you gonna pick thru that cows cadaver
you gonna have to take on all that
adrenaline
uric acid
already decaying flesh
bad bad karma
all the drugs the 'FARMER' pumped it up with
all the fear and anxiety that permeated its whole life and death
well my friend
if you got big enuff shoulders
help yerselves to yer meat
but its gonna hold you down
like a heavy lump of death in yer guts
cos thats what it is
i dont fucking care who i offended here
no correspondense will be entered into
and
PLEASE..
dont bother writin in with that load of olde utter tripe
about the screaming carrots
use yer head or get thyself fucked
all the rest
i love you as usual
love
me
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
pictures of the gone world
whats going on?
somehow
on the tip of my mind
i can see that there is
one theory that will tie everything together
look at nature
listen to beautiful music
observe the forms
see the similarities in language and dance
water
see its changing shapes
its layers of light
the ripples like cascading guitars
its tide like the bass
underwater, hear the rocks and bed
rocking down there
like percussion
i cant stay long today
i have a million things to do
i love you
i miss you
behave yourselves
sk
somehow
on the tip of my mind
i can see that there is
one theory that will tie everything together
look at nature
listen to beautiful music
observe the forms
see the similarities in language and dance
water
see its changing shapes
its layers of light
the ripples like cascading guitars
its tide like the bass
underwater, hear the rocks and bed
rocking down there
like percussion
i cant stay long today
i have a million things to do
i love you
i miss you
behave yourselves
sk
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
valentines day mascara
the doodles gave me a toblerone
its overcast here
and warm
a strange woman i had never met
approached me
touched my arm
and asked me if i was married
when i said yeah
she either
a) sighed distraughtly
b) said i thought as much
c) said oh your poor wife
or some other outcome
take yer pic
stoned rant
misty memoried
damn the day is disappearing so fast
i say to nk....
we both think then we say
at the same time
THE BLOGGE
yes its true
i was trying to get you guys hooked
now i cant stop
my world is falling apart
because of this blogge
no one talks to me
no one recognises me
my ego is swollen
my eyes are sunken
my typing finger aches and twitches
i cant go more than 48 ours
without a deep fixx of blogg
i need to confess everything
before its too late
i need to spill these magic beans
i have lived this improbable life
for the sheer fun of it
and if you wanna see my
souvenirs from a dream
whats wrong with that?
ok
i;ll tell ya
first of all
i cant not admit
that i dont love
that keeping a diary
for about 4 hundred people
all over the place
my friends you are tangled and far
thats what you are
can you imagine
some dude in malaysia
reading this stuff
reading yer goode comments
for free
for the love of it
with me as yer reluctant spokesperson
ah ...
brings a tear to these jaded cynical olde i's
i didnt know blogging would be like this
its an artform
i kid ya not
its a new kinda instant prose reality surreal estate thing
its send an instant comment to me
initial it with uh loving care
YES
cmon
i dont mind a bitta yes
i got a bit of prog in my jeans
the lamb lies down
that has some moments of pure poignant focus
almost more than ya can stand
eg the lamia
or suppers ready
some lovely words and singing
the chruch is still mucking around
with ideas genesis had 30 years ago
(MWP really loves em
the other 2 not so much)
gabriels voice had a husky mesmerising thing
i dunno
id rather listen to the lamb
than never mind the bollocks
ha i now must admit
i went to london in 78
lived in sth kensington
and bought a pair of brothel creepers
a shirt w/ zips
skin tight mod-z-art pants
etc
i saw the only ones play
the last ever concert of the doctors of madness
japan
fuck
the australians didnt seem to dig
what i was tryin to do
i sent my cassettes round i
to all the english record companies
dear mr kilby
thank you for your tape
(please find enclosed)
unfortunatly bigshot records artiste roster
is already full.
best of luck
jill snodgrass
signing off for
sir denniss meat-flobber
president
not one even said they liked it
i was too aussie for the poms
and too fucking pom for the ozzies
so i said then
as i say now
i'll be what i am...
a solitary manne..
of course i met Him once
did i tell you this
we were out in the valley in la
at some bigshot recording stoodio
with waddya reckon and grog laddy knee
we were finishin the vocals on utmw
(big deal)
one day i turn up at studio
round lunchy time
thers an olde guy standin outside the doors
its locked he says
i been waitin ten minutes here
oh says i
hes nothin special to look at
this being 1987 and all
pretty grey and worn out
i didnae recognise him at all
(strangely i see his latest publicity shot
and he looks ten years younger than he did 19 years ago
go figger fiendsss)
any way i talked to this guy for ten minutes
out in the hot sunshine
both of us locked outta the stude
when we finally get in
he goes his way
i go mine
and all these guys been watching the whole thing
on the closed camera tv
and the say hey aussie dude howdja like talkin to neil?
i say neil who?
they all start laughing
then it suddenly clicks
i was chatting with the big diamond
i impersonate him
i love him
i hate him
i was immersed in him
because as a 16 year old
his hot august nite
was number one in australia
for like three whole months
his influence is inescapable
richard ashcroft still singing like him
diamond invented a new type of faux sicerity
that is irresistable
i dunno y
it just is
and ive met him
little olde mee
and the big D
and we just talked as civilians
and ya know what fiendss?
he was a really nice bloke!
see ya soon
me
its overcast here
and warm
a strange woman i had never met
approached me
touched my arm
and asked me if i was married
when i said yeah
she either
a) sighed distraughtly
b) said i thought as much
c) said oh your poor wife
or some other outcome
take yer pic
stoned rant
misty memoried
damn the day is disappearing so fast
i say to nk....
we both think then we say
at the same time
THE BLOGGE
yes its true
i was trying to get you guys hooked
now i cant stop
my world is falling apart
because of this blogge
no one talks to me
no one recognises me
my ego is swollen
my eyes are sunken
my typing finger aches and twitches
i cant go more than 48 ours
without a deep fixx of blogg
i need to confess everything
before its too late
i need to spill these magic beans
i have lived this improbable life
for the sheer fun of it
and if you wanna see my
souvenirs from a dream
whats wrong with that?
ok
i;ll tell ya
first of all
i cant not admit
that i dont love
that keeping a diary
for about 4 hundred people
all over the place
my friends you are tangled and far
thats what you are
can you imagine
some dude in malaysia
reading this stuff
reading yer goode comments
for free
for the love of it
with me as yer reluctant spokesperson
ah ...
brings a tear to these jaded cynical olde i's
i didnt know blogging would be like this
its an artform
i kid ya not
its a new kinda instant prose reality surreal estate thing
its send an instant comment to me
initial it with uh loving care
YES
cmon
i dont mind a bitta yes
i got a bit of prog in my jeans
the lamb lies down
that has some moments of pure poignant focus
almost more than ya can stand
eg the lamia
or suppers ready
some lovely words and singing
the chruch is still mucking around
with ideas genesis had 30 years ago
(MWP really loves em
the other 2 not so much)
gabriels voice had a husky mesmerising thing
i dunno
id rather listen to the lamb
than never mind the bollocks
ha i now must admit
i went to london in 78
lived in sth kensington
and bought a pair of brothel creepers
a shirt w/ zips
skin tight mod-z-art pants
etc
i saw the only ones play
the last ever concert of the doctors of madness
japan
fuck
the australians didnt seem to dig
what i was tryin to do
i sent my cassettes round i
to all the english record companies
dear mr kilby
thank you for your tape
(please find enclosed)
unfortunatly bigshot records artiste roster
is already full.
best of luck
jill snodgrass
signing off for
sir denniss meat-flobber
president
not one even said they liked it
i was too aussie for the poms
and too fucking pom for the ozzies
so i said then
as i say now
i'll be what i am...
a solitary manne..
of course i met Him once
did i tell you this
we were out in the valley in la
at some bigshot recording stoodio
with waddya reckon and grog laddy knee
we were finishin the vocals on utmw
(big deal)
one day i turn up at studio
round lunchy time
thers an olde guy standin outside the doors
its locked he says
i been waitin ten minutes here
oh says i
hes nothin special to look at
this being 1987 and all
pretty grey and worn out
i didnae recognise him at all
(strangely i see his latest publicity shot
and he looks ten years younger than he did 19 years ago
go figger fiendsss)
any way i talked to this guy for ten minutes
out in the hot sunshine
both of us locked outta the stude
when we finally get in
he goes his way
i go mine
and all these guys been watching the whole thing
on the closed camera tv
and the say hey aussie dude howdja like talkin to neil?
i say neil who?
they all start laughing
then it suddenly clicks
i was chatting with the big diamond
i impersonate him
i love him
i hate him
i was immersed in him
because as a 16 year old
his hot august nite
was number one in australia
for like three whole months
his influence is inescapable
richard ashcroft still singing like him
diamond invented a new type of faux sicerity
that is irresistable
i dunno y
it just is
and ive met him
little olde mee
and the big D
and we just talked as civilians
and ya know what fiendss?
he was a really nice bloke!
see ya soon
me
Monday, February 13, 2006
napoleon in rags and the language that he used
goode mourning my friendss
your humble scribe feeling sad and reflective
today
monday monday
first yessaday
when i was young
and when i shoulda been bloogging to ya
i laying lazily around chez kilbey
eating poached pears and reading the sunday rags
i notice headline australian man suicide american plane
i start to read article
oh no i know this guy
very very well
his name was gerry georgettis
he was a greek version of rambo
he was our front of house mixer and tour manager
back in about 85, 86
a more level headed and serious dude
you could not meet
i remember one night in perth
we were parked outside some gig
theres a bloke furiously trying to puncture all the tires
on our van
gerry just stands behind guy
silently
letting the little monkey do his thing
till he gets a feeling hes being watched
he turns around
gerry standin' there
built like a brickshithouse
gerry says very quietly, very calmly
good day mate..
the guy falls apart
gerry lifts him up gently
and carries him away
like a mother cat
carrying a mouse
another time we driving back from newcastle
a load of people in the car
screaming laughing taking drugs
fighting drinking and carrying on
gerrys at the wheel
were going really fast
suddenly a cop appears
his siren penetrating the murky din of the van
we gonna go down for sure
the cops got us red handed
we pull over
cop pulls over
does all his cop ritual thing
comes over
gerry rolls down window
the fumes of neils purple heads
and alcohol
permeate the crisp night air
the cop looks at gerry
(say this next line in a kath and kim aussie accent)
sir, you were doing over 130 kilometres an hour....
do you have any good reason for travelling at this speed?
gerry looks at the cop
he narrows his eyes
its been a long day
and im in a hurry to get home
the cop asseses the sitch
he gives gerry a quick fine
and pisses off
and we're off
it was in gerrys look you see
he had this it aint worth fucking w/ me look
gg rip
and talking of the olde days
1981
i remember another guy
a pop star roadie
as they used to call em
man this guy was a legend
a truly wild man
tho im sure he mixed us awfully bad
but people used to talk about rock stars
living lives outside the law...
ha
this guy
he was big and strong
he took all drugs and drink all the time
we had a week off in perth once
he and his offsider lay in their beds
having room service
watching telly
and snorting cocaine
for a solid week!
no i dont appaud that behaviour particularly
but i cannot but wonder at the stamina
and singlemindedness
this guy was a wild womaniser
he liked mothers and daughters
identical twins
other mens wives
you know what i mean
he carried weapons and drugs everywhere
he had that dont fuck w/ me look too i guess
anyway
this is a strange story yall
we wos in tasmania
which is strange in itself
and we were backstage before the gig
and this guy bursts in
some tasmanian punter
and his opening salvo is
ah here ya are ya bastards
i wanted to have a fuckin' talk to ya..
our big nasty roadie says it just once
but he was serious
get out mate
mr tasmania misjudges the moment
he says
ah dont be a cunt....
before anybody knows whats happnin'
roadie goes boof
punches guy in his ample beer gut
just like in the movies the guy grunts
and doubles over
the roadie delivers coup de grace
an uppercut
which connects directly with tas-dudes eye
WHACK!
oh how i remember and hate
that peculiar particular sound
of knuckle connecting with eye
in the lexicon of fighting
it has its own place
just like the sound of a broken nose
or the sound of a fist connecting with a brick wall
all of these and more have i heard
from the trenches and frontlines of bully high
any how the roadie slugs this guy in the eye
and throws him outta the dressing room
(i did not approve of this behaviour)
any way
the chruch hit the stage
the guys stand right in front of me
all night
looking at me
with his black eye
and hes crying
that can ruin yer gig
let me tell you
and you thought it was all dancing on clouds
but it aint
its waiting around
sodding about
and dealing with things like that
one serious idiot can ruin a gig of thousands
a guy called jesus
not the famous one
but another
a famous english hippy
back in 70s and 80s
he turned up at our first ever english show
it was at the venue in victoria, london
we had 2000 people
we couldnt believe it
dave gilmore from pink fluid was there
the crowd went crazy as soon as we walked on
hang on
they dont do that in sydnee or mell-bin
certainly not in tasmania or wagga wagga
or wollongong or maroochydore
nor in ooodnadatta
but here in london
they clapping
they screaming
you know
just like a real audience does,
in the movies...
i keep turning around
there must be somone else up here
surely theyre not screaming for us??!!
remember
this is our 1st gig ever outside
orstralia
the aussie pub crowd
dont go in for clapping
or screaming
unless theyre screaming for ya blood!!
any way
this be olde sks dream
to be vindicated in the mother country
to make it in ingland
so im really enjoying this
we do
you took
our tour de force
the crowd going bah na nahs
we get down to really quiet bit
me and ploogy lock eyes
we get it simmering
we gonna build these pommies up
to a fuckin orgasm baybee
but whats this
jesus is approachin the stage
all kaftan and wild hair
hes comin down to the front
so everyone there
could see that
he was giving his regal bohemian blessing
to these paisley ozzie space wokkers
but whats this??
oh no
he has a tambourine
and hes banging it round outta time
in ploogys earshot
ploogys eyes register panic
just before he falls off the beat
and the whole band slides into a bizarre
black hole
where there is no time
ONLY JESUS AND HIS CRAZY TAMBOURINE
i love you my darlings
sk
your humble scribe feeling sad and reflective
today
monday monday
first yessaday
when i was young
and when i shoulda been bloogging to ya
i laying lazily around chez kilbey
eating poached pears and reading the sunday rags
i notice headline australian man suicide american plane
i start to read article
oh no i know this guy
very very well
his name was gerry georgettis
he was a greek version of rambo
he was our front of house mixer and tour manager
back in about 85, 86
a more level headed and serious dude
you could not meet
i remember one night in perth
we were parked outside some gig
theres a bloke furiously trying to puncture all the tires
on our van
gerry just stands behind guy
silently
letting the little monkey do his thing
till he gets a feeling hes being watched
he turns around
gerry standin' there
built like a brickshithouse
gerry says very quietly, very calmly
good day mate..
the guy falls apart
gerry lifts him up gently
and carries him away
like a mother cat
carrying a mouse
another time we driving back from newcastle
a load of people in the car
screaming laughing taking drugs
fighting drinking and carrying on
gerrys at the wheel
were going really fast
suddenly a cop appears
his siren penetrating the murky din of the van
we gonna go down for sure
the cops got us red handed
we pull over
cop pulls over
does all his cop ritual thing
comes over
gerry rolls down window
the fumes of neils purple heads
and alcohol
permeate the crisp night air
the cop looks at gerry
(say this next line in a kath and kim aussie accent)
sir, you were doing over 130 kilometres an hour....
do you have any good reason for travelling at this speed?
gerry looks at the cop
he narrows his eyes
its been a long day
and im in a hurry to get home
the cop asseses the sitch
he gives gerry a quick fine
and pisses off
and we're off
it was in gerrys look you see
he had this it aint worth fucking w/ me look
gg rip
and talking of the olde days
1981
i remember another guy
a pop star roadie
as they used to call em
man this guy was a legend
a truly wild man
tho im sure he mixed us awfully bad
but people used to talk about rock stars
living lives outside the law...
ha
this guy
he was big and strong
he took all drugs and drink all the time
we had a week off in perth once
he and his offsider lay in their beds
having room service
watching telly
and snorting cocaine
for a solid week!
no i dont appaud that behaviour particularly
but i cannot but wonder at the stamina
and singlemindedness
this guy was a wild womaniser
he liked mothers and daughters
identical twins
other mens wives
you know what i mean
he carried weapons and drugs everywhere
he had that dont fuck w/ me look too i guess
anyway
this is a strange story yall
we wos in tasmania
which is strange in itself
and we were backstage before the gig
and this guy bursts in
some tasmanian punter
and his opening salvo is
ah here ya are ya bastards
i wanted to have a fuckin' talk to ya..
our big nasty roadie says it just once
but he was serious
get out mate
mr tasmania misjudges the moment
he says
ah dont be a cunt....
before anybody knows whats happnin'
roadie goes boof
punches guy in his ample beer gut
just like in the movies the guy grunts
and doubles over
the roadie delivers coup de grace
an uppercut
which connects directly with tas-dudes eye
WHACK!
oh how i remember and hate
that peculiar particular sound
of knuckle connecting with eye
in the lexicon of fighting
it has its own place
just like the sound of a broken nose
or the sound of a fist connecting with a brick wall
all of these and more have i heard
from the trenches and frontlines of bully high
any how the roadie slugs this guy in the eye
and throws him outta the dressing room
(i did not approve of this behaviour)
any way
the chruch hit the stage
the guys stand right in front of me
all night
looking at me
with his black eye
and hes crying
that can ruin yer gig
let me tell you
and you thought it was all dancing on clouds
but it aint
its waiting around
sodding about
and dealing with things like that
one serious idiot can ruin a gig of thousands
a guy called jesus
not the famous one
but another
a famous english hippy
back in 70s and 80s
he turned up at our first ever english show
it was at the venue in victoria, london
we had 2000 people
we couldnt believe it
dave gilmore from pink fluid was there
the crowd went crazy as soon as we walked on
hang on
they dont do that in sydnee or mell-bin
certainly not in tasmania or wagga wagga
or wollongong or maroochydore
nor in ooodnadatta
but here in london
they clapping
they screaming
you know
just like a real audience does,
in the movies...
i keep turning around
there must be somone else up here
surely theyre not screaming for us??!!
remember
this is our 1st gig ever outside
orstralia
the aussie pub crowd
dont go in for clapping
or screaming
unless theyre screaming for ya blood!!
any way
this be olde sks dream
to be vindicated in the mother country
to make it in ingland
so im really enjoying this
we do
you took
our tour de force
the crowd going bah na nahs
we get down to really quiet bit
me and ploogy lock eyes
we get it simmering
we gonna build these pommies up
to a fuckin orgasm baybee
but whats this
jesus is approachin the stage
all kaftan and wild hair
hes comin down to the front
so everyone there
could see that
he was giving his regal bohemian blessing
to these paisley ozzie space wokkers
but whats this??
oh no
he has a tambourine
and hes banging it round outta time
in ploogys earshot
ploogys eyes register panic
just before he falls off the beat
and the whole band slides into a bizarre
black hole
where there is no time
ONLY JESUS AND HIS CRAZY TAMBOURINE
i love you my darlings
sk
Saturday, February 11, 2006
implementing the mornings decisions
what a strange day saturday is...
and shouldnt it be that
you work for 2 days
and get 5 off
consider the beasts who toil not
but are amply provided for
all they have
all the want
all they need
just providence
why are we working?
they all get the same stuff
the basic essentials
its all laid on
sometimes its a bit of a struggle i guess
but
i feel most critters
would rather spend 5 hungry cold winters
and being free
than
slavin' up in a factory
but well fed
have you ever thought of a word
and rolled that word around on yer minds tongue
until it begins to seem completely ridiculous
say steven kilbey
a hundred times over and over
then say
memo akmibo aloha ma
there
does that feel any better?
well im sorry
the sun is shining
the ghosts having fled
i sitting down in yonder cafe
and lo ; he blogged
and he blogged that all readers everywhere
would stop by each day
spend a mexican minute
to squint thru my load o olde nonsense
to amuse ya for the sake of it
no ulterior motives
except to remind you
if you buy all 5 of my new ballet dvds
kh are throwin in one sk sculpture replica
all made from recycled ivory
and gnarwhales teeth
so the phones are ready now....
ha
maybe i should move into ballet
surely they need some one like me
to shakem all up
i could choreo
main male lead prancing ninny
do music
do backdrop
record it
direct it
its a goldmine
a velvet goldmine
seriously tho my friends
sculpture for your humble egomaniac
thats not so absurd
i love to subtract
ah subtractive processes really turn me on
you have a big slab of sound
or paint
its just a big pig of a mess
then you start to take stuff away
its turning into its self
grab those screaming guitars that are goin all the time
now just punctuate with em
real quick but let their reverb
hang about disproportionately
that drum thing
take half of em out
let the bass throb
instead of pump
so you got a block
you start to chisel
but unlike rocknroll
you gotta be real careful
cos ya cant undo this
youre stuck with whatever ya do
but you cant think about that
you put that chisel
and yer hand hits just so hard
youre aligned with a vein in the marble
too hard this is gonna split
wow
i bet rodin would have dug me
ok
ok
im just joshin' ya
but
(he still might have..)
anyway
youll be please to know
or maybe not
that i working on my 1st ever
abstract painting
its a lot more fun
than trying to paint something
if only i'd thought to paint
a long time ago
jesus we had a weird art teacher at bully high
it was 1967 baybee
the summer of love
she was the first real hippy woman
i ever saw or met in my life
in the flesh i mean
sure id seen em on the telly
on docos bout s.f.
etc
but here one was
long blonde hair
strong underarm odour
(i guess thats optional
i presumed it signified eathiness)
flowing colourful clothes
and a kind of laissez faire attitude
about teaching
that was a lot different from the dickensian idiots
across the storm water drain at bully primary
she didnt think i was much chop
and she hated me and my immature cronies
but some of the more grown up girls in our year
probably used to go round her house
drink cappucinos and read henry miller
im sure she smoked dope
i only remember one thing she said to me
kilbey....shut up!
most of my teachers were quite tired of me
almost immediately
but theres a difference to watching a film
and being in it
we can now look back on this and say
as we watch the screen
go little steven
kick against the pricks
you'll grow up and write under the milky fucking way
but back then
in the real bullyneham high
i was just a skinny little bastard
with a lotta lip and prince valiant hair
they didnt know i'd turn out alright
thats why you gotta treat all kids nicely...
so in case they become famous
you end up in their memoirs
as an object of ridicule
im meeting the film man in half an our
wonder what malarkey he gonna try
and lay on my weary shoulders
i do not feel all that poh-lite to day
i hope its at least not absurd
bearing this in mind
i must nip this episode reasonably short
yeah
i guess
oh
i'll be seeing you.....
sk
and shouldnt it be that
you work for 2 days
and get 5 off
consider the beasts who toil not
but are amply provided for
all they have
all the want
all they need
just providence
why are we working?
they all get the same stuff
the basic essentials
its all laid on
sometimes its a bit of a struggle i guess
but
i feel most critters
would rather spend 5 hungry cold winters
and being free
than
slavin' up in a factory
but well fed
have you ever thought of a word
and rolled that word around on yer minds tongue
until it begins to seem completely ridiculous
say steven kilbey
a hundred times over and over
then say
memo akmibo aloha ma
there
does that feel any better?
well im sorry
the sun is shining
the ghosts having fled
i sitting down in yonder cafe
and lo ; he blogged
and he blogged that all readers everywhere
would stop by each day
spend a mexican minute
to squint thru my load o olde nonsense
to amuse ya for the sake of it
no ulterior motives
except to remind you
if you buy all 5 of my new ballet dvds
kh are throwin in one sk sculpture replica
all made from recycled ivory
and gnarwhales teeth
so the phones are ready now....
ha
maybe i should move into ballet
surely they need some one like me
to shakem all up
i could choreo
main male lead prancing ninny
do music
do backdrop
record it
direct it
its a goldmine
a velvet goldmine
seriously tho my friends
sculpture for your humble egomaniac
thats not so absurd
i love to subtract
ah subtractive processes really turn me on
you have a big slab of sound
or paint
its just a big pig of a mess
then you start to take stuff away
its turning into its self
grab those screaming guitars that are goin all the time
now just punctuate with em
real quick but let their reverb
hang about disproportionately
that drum thing
take half of em out
let the bass throb
instead of pump
so you got a block
you start to chisel
but unlike rocknroll
you gotta be real careful
cos ya cant undo this
youre stuck with whatever ya do
but you cant think about that
you put that chisel
and yer hand hits just so hard
youre aligned with a vein in the marble
too hard this is gonna split
wow
i bet rodin would have dug me
ok
ok
im just joshin' ya
but
(he still might have..)
anyway
youll be please to know
or maybe not
that i working on my 1st ever
abstract painting
its a lot more fun
than trying to paint something
if only i'd thought to paint
a long time ago
jesus we had a weird art teacher at bully high
it was 1967 baybee
the summer of love
she was the first real hippy woman
i ever saw or met in my life
in the flesh i mean
sure id seen em on the telly
on docos bout s.f.
etc
but here one was
long blonde hair
strong underarm odour
(i guess thats optional
i presumed it signified eathiness)
flowing colourful clothes
and a kind of laissez faire attitude
about teaching
that was a lot different from the dickensian idiots
across the storm water drain at bully primary
she didnt think i was much chop
and she hated me and my immature cronies
but some of the more grown up girls in our year
probably used to go round her house
drink cappucinos and read henry miller
im sure she smoked dope
i only remember one thing she said to me
kilbey....shut up!
most of my teachers were quite tired of me
almost immediately
but theres a difference to watching a film
and being in it
we can now look back on this and say
as we watch the screen
go little steven
kick against the pricks
you'll grow up and write under the milky fucking way
but back then
in the real bullyneham high
i was just a skinny little bastard
with a lotta lip and prince valiant hair
they didnt know i'd turn out alright
thats why you gotta treat all kids nicely...
so in case they become famous
you end up in their memoirs
as an object of ridicule
im meeting the film man in half an our
wonder what malarkey he gonna try
and lay on my weary shoulders
i do not feel all that poh-lite to day
i hope its at least not absurd
bearing this in mind
i must nip this episode reasonably short
yeah
i guess
oh
i'll be seeing you.....
sk
Friday, February 10, 2006
i was down in the city on uh miracle street
i flailed like a swimmer thru the summer heat
good morning readers
you can stop reading now if
a you eat meat
b vote republican liberal or even fuckin vote at all
c (and the most tedious) you wish
i was more like i was in
a 1953
b 1988
c yesterday when i was young
if,you,heavens forbid answered yes
to ALL the above
go mime blood money while eating yer blt
in frontof the starz n white stripes
i dont care
but plague me not
if yer thinkin of giving up meat fascism or carping
then do it now
be more like me
thats what my world needs
more mes
if ya wanna give me a late christmas pressie
cut me some slack
but
do you really wanna be my devotee
you may as well be baybee
whos left
ian mc cullough.....
i guess he's out there some where
the short sighted git
bono?
cmon...
this is me
you see
dont tell me to remain mysterious boyo
on my own blogg
dont tell me that andre breton
or arthur rimbaud
or baudelaire
or even the great billy milkshakespearmint
would not be blogging their genius brainds out
who wants to wait months for publication
i can rave straight to ya here and now
its fresh my little numbat
thats what yer (dont) pay for
you think i gonna come down here
pull on my mysterious identity
and pull your leg an hour a day
you see
as i told ya before
i charge for that malarkey
this set up
however
is
im yer friend
i talk to ya
you can talk to me
take it or leave it
if ya want something else
BE IT YERSELF
its simplimento, amore
anyhow
nevermind all that
i admit i gotta bad attitude
feel all pumped up and male
its not my fault
after all am i not a manne?
sometimes i just feel like fighting someone
luckily for me
this feeling is not so frequent
yes
im a cranky aggressive sod
ive had road rage
and ive frightened a certain cowardly mo fo
who cut me off in a roundabout
and then wannted to stop
and 'ave some argy bargy about it
i got my whole fam in a lil rent a car
his big old four wheel drive
(thats never seen mud in its life)
has got blah blah blah interior decorating
the guy jumps out
a little skinny dude about 30
suddenly hes sees bricklayer from hell
descending on him
he doesnt realize i's an ex foppish glam rocker
he minces back in vanny and ske daddles
i feeling i gonna strangle him
nk and kids v. quiet when i get back in car
what is this?
it was like i was possesed
i was prepared to kill this man
wow
you learn something new
bout yerself every day
even when yer getting pretty olde
like yer humble senile scribe
this happened a few years back
i had it a few times since
very frightening
you see
we are half animal/half angel
you gotta get that balance right baby
some times the animal gets unleashed
sometimes yer all seraphim
thats me mostly
a bit of a saint
but even jesus got angry
with them " straight" money lenders
he rained on there little fuckin parade
imagine having the son of jehovah and the prince of peace
chuck a wobbler at you
at the office...
so im sorry if i antagonize you ever
friends sometimes accidentally do that
but i write this cos i like you
i dont wanna tell you how to be
try to understand
i sit here
give you my thoughts
that i tell to no other
i do it gladly
i do it completely for the love
of communicating with ya
i wanna blog
its my destiny
dont take mah blogg off me mama
you may see a nasty side
olde capt'n paisley
ive swum great rivers
fought dangerous aquatic beasts
endured the smoke of marijuana forests
just to write ya this today
like me or lump me my friend
but you aint gonna find another like me
switch off
i dare ya
ya never know what i could write tomorrow
who knows?
could be something goode....
dont get yer knickers in a knot
it aint worth it
ha!
i should know...
see yer round
me
good morning readers
you can stop reading now if
a you eat meat
b vote republican liberal or even fuckin vote at all
c (and the most tedious) you wish
i was more like i was in
a 1953
b 1988
c yesterday when i was young
if,you,heavens forbid answered yes
to ALL the above
go mime blood money while eating yer blt
in frontof the starz n white stripes
i dont care
but plague me not
if yer thinkin of giving up meat fascism or carping
then do it now
be more like me
thats what my world needs
more mes
if ya wanna give me a late christmas pressie
cut me some slack
but
do you really wanna be my devotee
you may as well be baybee
whos left
ian mc cullough.....
i guess he's out there some where
the short sighted git
bono?
cmon...
this is me
you see
dont tell me to remain mysterious boyo
on my own blogg
dont tell me that andre breton
or arthur rimbaud
or baudelaire
or even the great billy milkshakespearmint
would not be blogging their genius brainds out
who wants to wait months for publication
i can rave straight to ya here and now
its fresh my little numbat
thats what yer (dont) pay for
you think i gonna come down here
pull on my mysterious identity
and pull your leg an hour a day
you see
as i told ya before
i charge for that malarkey
this set up
however
is
im yer friend
i talk to ya
you can talk to me
take it or leave it
if ya want something else
BE IT YERSELF
its simplimento, amore
anyhow
nevermind all that
i admit i gotta bad attitude
feel all pumped up and male
its not my fault
after all am i not a manne?
sometimes i just feel like fighting someone
luckily for me
this feeling is not so frequent
yes
im a cranky aggressive sod
ive had road rage
and ive frightened a certain cowardly mo fo
who cut me off in a roundabout
and then wannted to stop
and 'ave some argy bargy about it
i got my whole fam in a lil rent a car
his big old four wheel drive
(thats never seen mud in its life)
has got blah blah blah interior decorating
the guy jumps out
a little skinny dude about 30
suddenly hes sees bricklayer from hell
descending on him
he doesnt realize i's an ex foppish glam rocker
he minces back in vanny and ske daddles
i feeling i gonna strangle him
nk and kids v. quiet when i get back in car
what is this?
it was like i was possesed
i was prepared to kill this man
wow
you learn something new
bout yerself every day
even when yer getting pretty olde
like yer humble senile scribe
this happened a few years back
i had it a few times since
very frightening
you see
we are half animal/half angel
you gotta get that balance right baby
some times the animal gets unleashed
sometimes yer all seraphim
thats me mostly
a bit of a saint
but even jesus got angry
with them " straight" money lenders
he rained on there little fuckin parade
imagine having the son of jehovah and the prince of peace
chuck a wobbler at you
at the office...
so im sorry if i antagonize you ever
friends sometimes accidentally do that
but i write this cos i like you
i dont wanna tell you how to be
try to understand
i sit here
give you my thoughts
that i tell to no other
i do it gladly
i do it completely for the love
of communicating with ya
i wanna blog
its my destiny
dont take mah blogg off me mama
you may see a nasty side
olde capt'n paisley
ive swum great rivers
fought dangerous aquatic beasts
endured the smoke of marijuana forests
just to write ya this today
like me or lump me my friend
but you aint gonna find another like me
switch off
i dare ya
ya never know what i could write tomorrow
who knows?
could be something goode....
dont get yer knickers in a knot
it aint worth it
ha!
i should know...
see yer round
me
Thursday, February 09, 2006
spacious space available
bit of an up n down morning so far
happy
angry
late
anyway here i am
but not for too long
have some meetings to attend
gotta focus my mind
but the focus is broken
and the aperture is wide open
letting everything in once
how i envy those who can concentrate
those who can hunker down with some figures n stats
and ignore the galaxies spiralling round em
ignore the motes in the sunlight
those who can read the financial times
and shut off the imminent poems that keep
cascading into their mind
you get the picture...
my mind is useless at anything practical
want light bulbs tied
or shoe laces changed?
dont ask me
why couldn i have had
both lobes genii
im overdeveloped in the right
while my left is the size of a pistachio nut
(only the nut has more common sense)
i can spit prose poems out
till the rimbauds come home
but i cant fix a puncture
i can whip out tunes for eons
but i cant remember my ph number
and let me tell ya baybee
when yer broken down on the side
of the highway
in australia
miles from nowhere
hot summer day etc
you know what
a handy turn o phrase
and a way with a chord progression
will avail ye but little
thats when you wish youd been a carpenter
i knew a swedish guy
tho he had never built anything before..
he built a little house
this is far more incomprehensible to me
than painting the moaner leaser
or blew poles
or
(insert yer fav. masterwerk here)
my poor dad
tried so hard to teach me to tune up my car
but we were listening to the radio as we did it
and i was getting carried away with the songs i dug
and fuming against the garbagey ones
so i never learnt nuffink
he used to give me a sad look
now i think of it
he could tune cars
and play the piano
i cant do either
was i robbed?
i dont think my dad went in for poetry much..
but i dont think he ever was exposed to the good stuff
my mum bought me robert louis stevensons
a childs garden of verses
and i memorised loads of those
then i was in an eisteddford
(however the fuck you spell that welsh behemoth)
but i didnae win
(i was robbed)
i always had the sheer gall to get up
on a stage
and do my stoopid thing
i know bullies
football heros
tough guys
hoodlums and neer do wells
to whom
blood, jail, pain, violence
was nuthin'
put em on a stage however
they crumble and buckle and fall to bits
so i got bravery for one thing
but not for the other
jesus
its all about me
all the time
maybe tomorrow
im gonna bring you some snippets
from dutch pierres childhood
i mean
how confusing
youre dutch, right?
but you got a french name...
and
yer in australia
presumably pschycokis set in
at an early age
reducing his mental resistance
to such an extent
that he has actually been enjoying
the monotonous depressing row
that is the cruch
for over five hundred years now
HUH?
go fucking figger fiendsss
ok ?
sk !
happy
angry
late
anyway here i am
but not for too long
have some meetings to attend
gotta focus my mind
but the focus is broken
and the aperture is wide open
letting everything in once
how i envy those who can concentrate
those who can hunker down with some figures n stats
and ignore the galaxies spiralling round em
ignore the motes in the sunlight
those who can read the financial times
and shut off the imminent poems that keep
cascading into their mind
you get the picture...
my mind is useless at anything practical
want light bulbs tied
or shoe laces changed?
dont ask me
why couldn i have had
both lobes genii
im overdeveloped in the right
while my left is the size of a pistachio nut
(only the nut has more common sense)
i can spit prose poems out
till the rimbauds come home
but i cant fix a puncture
i can whip out tunes for eons
but i cant remember my ph number
and let me tell ya baybee
when yer broken down on the side
of the highway
in australia
miles from nowhere
hot summer day etc
you know what
a handy turn o phrase
and a way with a chord progression
will avail ye but little
thats when you wish youd been a carpenter
i knew a swedish guy
tho he had never built anything before..
he built a little house
this is far more incomprehensible to me
than painting the moaner leaser
or blew poles
or
(insert yer fav. masterwerk here)
my poor dad
tried so hard to teach me to tune up my car
but we were listening to the radio as we did it
and i was getting carried away with the songs i dug
and fuming against the garbagey ones
so i never learnt nuffink
he used to give me a sad look
now i think of it
he could tune cars
and play the piano
i cant do either
was i robbed?
i dont think my dad went in for poetry much..
but i dont think he ever was exposed to the good stuff
my mum bought me robert louis stevensons
a childs garden of verses
and i memorised loads of those
then i was in an eisteddford
(however the fuck you spell that welsh behemoth)
but i didnae win
(i was robbed)
i always had the sheer gall to get up
on a stage
and do my stoopid thing
i know bullies
football heros
tough guys
hoodlums and neer do wells
to whom
blood, jail, pain, violence
was nuthin'
put em on a stage however
they crumble and buckle and fall to bits
so i got bravery for one thing
but not for the other
jesus
its all about me
all the time
maybe tomorrow
im gonna bring you some snippets
from dutch pierres childhood
i mean
how confusing
youre dutch, right?
but you got a french name...
and
yer in australia
presumably pschycokis set in
at an early age
reducing his mental resistance
to such an extent
that he has actually been enjoying
the monotonous depressing row
that is the cruch
for over five hundred years now
HUH?
go fucking figger fiendsss
ok ?
sk !
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
wednesday morning 3 am
i am oscillating between
incredulity and apathy
this world is spinning
and its got me spinning
on my axis
(of evil)
attracted by one pole
repulsed by the other
i go round
and
round
strangled by desires that proliferate
in the darkness of (this) mans mind
like that little gadget joycies got
one black side
one white side
put it in the sun and it
goes round
and
round
i am drinking a bottle of water
its called oxygenizer
it claims to reoxygenise ya
i oscillate between believing this
followed by disdain for my own naivety
that i would believe that codswallop
followed by belief again
etc etc
etc
then i realise im revolving on thousands of these axes
(is that the plural of axis?)
belief
non belief
like
dislike
love
hate
man
woman
life
death
infinity
i meet a guy on the street
offers me a part in a film
hes got an accent and a card with his name
and a camera
who will i be playing i ask
ha ha ha the film man
and the guy who introduced us laugh
youll find out man...
cant tell you here....
ha ha
youre perfect for this role...
see ya tomorrow...i;ll tell ya then
ok
ok
so im oscillating wildly now
all over the place
you see this principle, folks?
its a wonder i get anything done
such is the whirlpool of my mind
i saw a show on oj simpson
he did it
he got off
cmon
just like gw rigged the election
down in florydah
cmon you think theres a shred o doubt?
its like bobby dylan says
steal a little and they throw you in jail
steal a lot and they make ya a king
audacity
dont underestimate the power of audacity
my daughter evies got it in spades
she believes she can do anything she wants
so she does
this has enormous pluses and minuses
for her
and everybody else
she could walk when she was 7 months old
aurora her twin who has very little audacity
didnt walk till nearly 4 months later
so audacity is an inherent quality
you can turn it to goode
(i will climb yonder mountain)
or to badde
(sod democracy, i was born to rule)
i realise now that although not as supercharged with audacity
as evie
i must have a bit myself
a stubborn belief
when you hit a wall
its the walls fault
in the early days of the chruch
i was audaciously rude
to radio types
journos
fat record execs with bentleys and botox flesh mistress
anyone in a suit or tie
the other guys in the group
men
women
small children
and several breeds of dogs
i didnae wanna be rude per se
i just thought it was something young geniuses did
talking of journalists
there was an english guy
he wrote for nme or somethin'
i think he may still even be around
his name was mat snow
wow
mat snow
what a great name
i sure wish i was called mat snow
instead of stevie k
any how
he always give us Badde reviews
comparing us unfavourably always with rem
so i really in awe of this dude
i imagine hes like nick kent
legendary 70s writer with rockstar looks
and connexions
so imagine in 1984
i in london
i get to do interview with mat snow
i very nervous to meet this groover
who has ridiculed my records
and fucked my chances in olde blighty
i and gurlie from carrere records in pub
i imagining guys gonna come in
cross between keef richards and paul simenon
gurlie from carrere goes
oh hi mat
this is steve
i look up to meet my critic
a short bald fat little bastard
who scoffed down eggs and sausages and bake beans
and got it all over his shirt and tie
and was really excited by the fact
that he could 'ave as many bevvies
as 'e liked
FER FREE !!
in person he wasnt up for much of an argument either
when i aimed my outraged ascerbic egos tongue
at his greasy little self
so mat ah tell me again why seance is so fucking awful
but he was too busy wiv 'is sausages and beer to ansa
is he still around, boydie?
i dunno why im venting my spleen on that dude
imagine wot he fuckin' well looks like now
he looked and acted like 50 when he was 25
but what really pissed me off was that
it was always him that reviewd our records
year after year
same as steve suvverland
another pommy git
and a personal coward when i challenged him
manne to worm
to an argument
as to why everything we had ever done was 2nd rate
and the cat had his tongue
but alone with his typewriter
he was the adjectival king
aint he still around too, boydie?
those 2 guys
singlehandedly
(well doublehandedly actually
prevented me from being a english sooper starr
so fuck em
i love ya
me
incredulity and apathy
this world is spinning
and its got me spinning
on my axis
(of evil)
attracted by one pole
repulsed by the other
i go round
and
round
strangled by desires that proliferate
in the darkness of (this) mans mind
like that little gadget joycies got
one black side
one white side
put it in the sun and it
goes round
and
round
i am drinking a bottle of water
its called oxygenizer
it claims to reoxygenise ya
i oscillate between believing this
followed by disdain for my own naivety
that i would believe that codswallop
followed by belief again
etc etc
etc
then i realise im revolving on thousands of these axes
(is that the plural of axis?)
belief
non belief
like
dislike
love
hate
man
woman
life
death
infinity
i meet a guy on the street
offers me a part in a film
hes got an accent and a card with his name
and a camera
who will i be playing i ask
ha ha ha the film man
and the guy who introduced us laugh
youll find out man...
cant tell you here....
ha ha
youre perfect for this role...
see ya tomorrow...i;ll tell ya then
ok
ok
so im oscillating wildly now
all over the place
you see this principle, folks?
its a wonder i get anything done
such is the whirlpool of my mind
i saw a show on oj simpson
he did it
he got off
cmon
just like gw rigged the election
down in florydah
cmon you think theres a shred o doubt?
its like bobby dylan says
steal a little and they throw you in jail
steal a lot and they make ya a king
audacity
dont underestimate the power of audacity
my daughter evies got it in spades
she believes she can do anything she wants
so she does
this has enormous pluses and minuses
for her
and everybody else
she could walk when she was 7 months old
aurora her twin who has very little audacity
didnt walk till nearly 4 months later
so audacity is an inherent quality
you can turn it to goode
(i will climb yonder mountain)
or to badde
(sod democracy, i was born to rule)
i realise now that although not as supercharged with audacity
as evie
i must have a bit myself
a stubborn belief
when you hit a wall
its the walls fault
in the early days of the chruch
i was audaciously rude
to radio types
journos
fat record execs with bentleys and botox flesh mistress
anyone in a suit or tie
the other guys in the group
men
women
small children
and several breeds of dogs
i didnae wanna be rude per se
i just thought it was something young geniuses did
talking of journalists
there was an english guy
he wrote for nme or somethin'
i think he may still even be around
his name was mat snow
wow
mat snow
what a great name
i sure wish i was called mat snow
instead of stevie k
any how
he always give us Badde reviews
comparing us unfavourably always with rem
so i really in awe of this dude
i imagine hes like nick kent
legendary 70s writer with rockstar looks
and connexions
so imagine in 1984
i in london
i get to do interview with mat snow
i very nervous to meet this groover
who has ridiculed my records
and fucked my chances in olde blighty
i and gurlie from carrere records in pub
i imagining guys gonna come in
cross between keef richards and paul simenon
gurlie from carrere goes
oh hi mat
this is steve
i look up to meet my critic
a short bald fat little bastard
who scoffed down eggs and sausages and bake beans
and got it all over his shirt and tie
and was really excited by the fact
that he could 'ave as many bevvies
as 'e liked
FER FREE !!
in person he wasnt up for much of an argument either
when i aimed my outraged ascerbic egos tongue
at his greasy little self
so mat ah tell me again why seance is so fucking awful
but he was too busy wiv 'is sausages and beer to ansa
is he still around, boydie?
i dunno why im venting my spleen on that dude
imagine wot he fuckin' well looks like now
he looked and acted like 50 when he was 25
but what really pissed me off was that
it was always him that reviewd our records
year after year
same as steve suvverland
another pommy git
and a personal coward when i challenged him
manne to worm
to an argument
as to why everything we had ever done was 2nd rate
and the cat had his tongue
but alone with his typewriter
he was the adjectival king
aint he still around too, boydie?
those 2 guys
singlehandedly
(well doublehandedly actually
prevented me from being a english sooper starr
so fuck em
i love ya
me
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
living room
i dont know where to begin
today
a dark stormy day here
water deep and warm and green
i lose myself in it
the wind blows droplets away from me
like spirits leaving my body
no one at the pool
cept me and my brother
the shore is deserted
thunderheads heading towards us from
out there at sea
sydney crouches around the coast
going about its sleazy business
copsnrobbers
lawyers n judges
convenience store owners
dazzled in their fluorescent lights
travel agents and junkies
bell boys and rent boys
men working on the roads
bigshots in their penthouse suite
(dripping smug dollars and aftershave)
on days like this
baby birds disappear from nests
lizards scurry in the weeds
ants mobilise
children huddle in classrooms
while the south wind bangs on the roof
screaming and moaning
to be let inside
babies shudder in their sleep
dreaming of their last life
instruments detune
and the air passing over my guitars
makes all the strings resonate weirdly
faces appear at windows in empty houses
frail thin old ladies evaporate
i walk along my street
after i have written this
papers fly and whirl
lifting off from these bleak streets
i long to rise with them
fly out of this whole thing
earthbound
i trudge along
flowers fall off trees
metal comes down on metal
dogs go mad and attack their owners
lines come down
people tune in to strange shows
"manuel on the isle of marvels"
a strange boy finds a door in a tree
some giant birds hound him
he wakes up in an impossible room
its geometry is all wrong
its all in black and white
terrible omens are sighted
keep a low profile
on the run from the fucking philistines
no
i will never accept their feeble tripe
i will not watch their music
or eat their art
i dont wanna fill my available space
w/ gossip n war n fame n pschological bullshit
i am not a number
I AM A FREE MAN
im hiding from myself
even tho
i am beside myself
i dont recognise myself
its 11 08
its the last day ever
until tomorrow
the last blogg ever
till the next one
my last chance ever
unless you give me another
i forgot how to speak english
ive become a pillar of salt
i fuckin well packed it all in
smashed up my bass
poured scorn all over my paintings
and set em on fire
i bought a suit
i got a job
i joined the army
i got promoted
i invaded tir na nog
im trapped here forever
see ya round
sk
today
a dark stormy day here
water deep and warm and green
i lose myself in it
the wind blows droplets away from me
like spirits leaving my body
no one at the pool
cept me and my brother
the shore is deserted
thunderheads heading towards us from
out there at sea
sydney crouches around the coast
going about its sleazy business
copsnrobbers
lawyers n judges
convenience store owners
dazzled in their fluorescent lights
travel agents and junkies
bell boys and rent boys
men working on the roads
bigshots in their penthouse suite
(dripping smug dollars and aftershave)
on days like this
baby birds disappear from nests
lizards scurry in the weeds
ants mobilise
children huddle in classrooms
while the south wind bangs on the roof
screaming and moaning
to be let inside
babies shudder in their sleep
dreaming of their last life
instruments detune
and the air passing over my guitars
makes all the strings resonate weirdly
faces appear at windows in empty houses
frail thin old ladies evaporate
i walk along my street
after i have written this
papers fly and whirl
lifting off from these bleak streets
i long to rise with them
fly out of this whole thing
earthbound
i trudge along
flowers fall off trees
metal comes down on metal
dogs go mad and attack their owners
lines come down
people tune in to strange shows
"manuel on the isle of marvels"
a strange boy finds a door in a tree
some giant birds hound him
he wakes up in an impossible room
its geometry is all wrong
its all in black and white
terrible omens are sighted
keep a low profile
on the run from the fucking philistines
no
i will never accept their feeble tripe
i will not watch their music
or eat their art
i dont wanna fill my available space
w/ gossip n war n fame n pschological bullshit
i am not a number
I AM A FREE MAN
im hiding from myself
even tho
i am beside myself
i dont recognise myself
its 11 08
its the last day ever
until tomorrow
the last blogg ever
till the next one
my last chance ever
unless you give me another
i forgot how to speak english
ive become a pillar of salt
i fuckin well packed it all in
smashed up my bass
poured scorn all over my paintings
and set em on fire
i bought a suit
i got a job
i joined the army
i got promoted
i invaded tir na nog
im trapped here forever
see ya round
sk
Monday, February 06, 2006
velveeta ruts across the turquoise sky
im sorry
i cant be with you everyday
my family are getting suspicious
i say im going out for half an hour
but im scoring blogg
staggering home overloaded
with all yalls lovely comments
drunk on my ego
and supercilious cleverness
im trying to be everything to everybody here
christ you know it aint easy
i wanna write the best blog
i wanna heal the lame
and bring back the dead
i wanna make all the idiots
disappear
i want fete de LA musique on everycorner
everyday
i want the mumsndadsnkids to understand
i want more shakespeare , less copsnrobbers
i want more jeff buckleys
lord, why did you take that lovely manne from us?
hopefully he's singin' out there somewhere
i want those leaf blowers to stop workin'
and people go back to rakes
(or leave the fuckin' leaves where they are)
i want ultc to bee number 1
on every chart in every country
and i'll give all the money
back to the poor
i wanna dismantle the weapons baby
war huh what is it good for?
i wanna spend the defence budget on
guitars
recreational drugs
gamblin'
buying postcards of krishna
getting my be bop deluxe collection complete
i wanna bathe my feet in the silver heat
i , personally, wanna sack the generals
the arms (and legs) dealers
the fuckin spies...
what good does all that malarkey do you and me?
get those fat pale useless olde politicians
and make em take surfing lessons
give em a mushroom and send em down the tube
every imbecile who wants to kill some one
on some gods behalf
will be made
to read sidhartha and listen to a donovan cd
until they understand
(somewhere in washington
a little rat who is
assembling a file on me
has just smiled triumphantly..
"now i got ya sk..
spending defence budget on drugs...!)
its an absurd world...
yes!
we should drop joints instead of bombs
we should plant ibogaine instead of mines
cmon get angry with me...
ya cant drop joints on people....its unamerican
it is indeed an absurd world
eves got curly hair
she wants straight
auroras got straight
she wants curly
people setting fire to people cos of a cartoon
cmon
did anyone responsible put one seconds thought into that..?
as david blowie says
we're just older children...thats all
now i;ll probably have to cut
the thin white juke in on all my blog ad revenue
they offered me a million bux a week
to advertise some music bizz rubbish on my site
tycoons flyin' down here trying to persuade me
takin me out on their yachts and flashing cash
i told em
my readers are a sophisticated bunch
they aint gonna stand for commoicials
they love me,
nay,
revere me
for my integrity
for my honest dealings
for my forthrightness
they know olde sk calls a spade flush a spade flush
they know
im riding shotgun on their shopping trolley
the bohemians friend
st steven, martyred for marijuana
what a shame mary jane had a pain at the party
so thats it
no ads on my blogge, baybee
no ads for james blunce new aftershave
no spruikin the veronicas autobiography
sorry that wont wash here mister
these readers want their sk fixx pure
so there you glow
im alive
im well
in fact im valve bouncing
ive shifted up a gear
im realizing more and more
all the time
im getting it together for ya all
ya probly gunna see mee reel soon
when ya least expect it
ripples of my influence
little moments ive engineered for ya
astral strings ive pulled on yer behalf
problems ive taken care of for ya pleasure
you know how it is
i cant tell you any more than that
theyre listening
nevermind
see ya later
all my best
sk
i cant be with you everyday
my family are getting suspicious
i say im going out for half an hour
but im scoring blogg
staggering home overloaded
with all yalls lovely comments
drunk on my ego
and supercilious cleverness
im trying to be everything to everybody here
christ you know it aint easy
i wanna write the best blog
i wanna heal the lame
and bring back the dead
i wanna make all the idiots
disappear
i want fete de LA musique on everycorner
everyday
i want the mumsndadsnkids to understand
i want more shakespeare , less copsnrobbers
i want more jeff buckleys
lord, why did you take that lovely manne from us?
hopefully he's singin' out there somewhere
i want those leaf blowers to stop workin'
and people go back to rakes
(or leave the fuckin' leaves where they are)
i want ultc to bee number 1
on every chart in every country
and i'll give all the money
back to the poor
i wanna dismantle the weapons baby
war huh what is it good for?
i wanna spend the defence budget on
guitars
recreational drugs
gamblin'
buying postcards of krishna
getting my be bop deluxe collection complete
i wanna bathe my feet in the silver heat
i , personally, wanna sack the generals
the arms (and legs) dealers
the fuckin spies...
what good does all that malarkey do you and me?
get those fat pale useless olde politicians
and make em take surfing lessons
give em a mushroom and send em down the tube
every imbecile who wants to kill some one
on some gods behalf
will be made
to read sidhartha and listen to a donovan cd
until they understand
(somewhere in washington
a little rat who is
assembling a file on me
has just smiled triumphantly..
"now i got ya sk..
spending defence budget on drugs...!)
its an absurd world...
yes!
we should drop joints instead of bombs
we should plant ibogaine instead of mines
cmon get angry with me...
ya cant drop joints on people....its unamerican
it is indeed an absurd world
eves got curly hair
she wants straight
auroras got straight
she wants curly
people setting fire to people cos of a cartoon
cmon
did anyone responsible put one seconds thought into that..?
as david blowie says
we're just older children...thats all
now i;ll probably have to cut
the thin white juke in on all my blog ad revenue
they offered me a million bux a week
to advertise some music bizz rubbish on my site
tycoons flyin' down here trying to persuade me
takin me out on their yachts and flashing cash
i told em
my readers are a sophisticated bunch
they aint gonna stand for commoicials
they love me,
nay,
revere me
for my integrity
for my honest dealings
for my forthrightness
they know olde sk calls a spade flush a spade flush
they know
im riding shotgun on their shopping trolley
the bohemians friend
st steven, martyred for marijuana
what a shame mary jane had a pain at the party
so thats it
no ads on my blogge, baybee
no ads for james blunce new aftershave
no spruikin the veronicas autobiography
sorry that wont wash here mister
these readers want their sk fixx pure
so there you glow
im alive
im well
in fact im valve bouncing
ive shifted up a gear
im realizing more and more
all the time
im getting it together for ya all
ya probly gunna see mee reel soon
when ya least expect it
ripples of my influence
little moments ive engineered for ya
astral strings ive pulled on yer behalf
problems ive taken care of for ya pleasure
you know how it is
i cant tell you any more than that
theyre listening
nevermind
see ya later
all my best
sk
Saturday, February 04, 2006
cruising down a shuddering highway
im trapped in this dream
in the dream i cant breathe
i try everything
but my nose is blocked
my throat is closed
i cant get any air down to my lungs
i feel like im dying
the other characters in my dream go about
their mundane dreamlives
unaware that im dying
the world whirled ...again
my reality became a vortex
a vortex in deed appears
unleashed by the crash
im starting to be picked up by the vortex
bit by bit
im whirling around
as it goes down
thru the dark earth
towards king death
i wake up
im lying face down in my pillow
i could hardly breathe
i stagger to open window
suck in oxygen
still uncomprehending
i pull on my clothes
leave the house
its a dark warm overcast morning
there is a ceiling on the world
nimbus roof protecting us
the most tiny drops of rain
alight on my skin
as i stride away from home
everything moves into sharp focus
frangipani flowers
luxurious gifts from vishnu
beautiful trees full of beautiful birds
gardens roses glorious weeds
snails amble along
masterpieces in design and engineering
everything is close
i feel like im in a big room
in my Fathers mansion
so quiet
so hushed
the scene set for me
no cars
no other people
nothing
saturday morning 7 am feb 2006
to fix a co ordinate on it
i pass the cafes
toast cooking somewhere
i walking along boardwalk
pacific ocean baybee
cmon i still excited by it
foreboding breakers roll in
the ocean conceals its monsters well
but you remember theyre still out there
people fizz past me
im in my interior world
my whole life falls out of my head
unsequentially
i lived it all for you
i realise that now
my life was a play
you always know the ending
i acted it out
and i was the audience
filming it
recording it
photographing it
slice by slice
frame over frame
i took it all down for you
because i knew one day
youd want to know what it was
so i was , like, the protaganist
in my own life
with all the confidence
and frustration
of the actor who has played his part before
and is anxious to get to the good bits
the bits with the good lines
and the heroic moments
how i sat thru the tedium of the fifties
for ya
playing a little boy i was
ha ha
sometimes i dropped out of character
i came out with profound and profane stuff
eager to try out lines that would be coming later
now
then the sixties
i started filming in colour sometime in 1966
some of those sixties things
are brighter clearer and more alive
than much of the nineties
thats all thru a very dark filter
its all mixed up
i guess the eighties are in good nick
though a little burnt in places
where i saturated my camera
anyway
im still walking by the ocean
joggers
surfers
mumsndadsnkids
i hit the sea pool
im painting a picture of
ziggy in the sea pool
i imagine he crashed here in 2006
instead of lundon 1972
the water is green
cool viscous bouyant
i do only 18 laps
my laziness conquers my determination
i go into the sauna
i watch the ocean
those amazing surfers out there already
on a day like this
in their black suits
riding the wild fucking sea, mister
a russian guy i know comes in
a serious sauna fiend
he chucks a bucket of water over the rocks
despite sign:
do not splash hot rocks
the room fills with scalding steam
its almost worse than the interview at m w ps
i go red all over
the steam wallops me like a jealous lover
it slaps my face
and kicks me in the balls
want some more comrade?
yeah sure...uh...oh....yeah
i emerge stuffed and cooked
i do my chi gong
(chinese breathing exercises)
i get dressed
i leave
i come here
i write this
i love you
sk
in the dream i cant breathe
i try everything
but my nose is blocked
my throat is closed
i cant get any air down to my lungs
i feel like im dying
the other characters in my dream go about
their mundane dreamlives
unaware that im dying
the world whirled ...again
my reality became a vortex
a vortex in deed appears
unleashed by the crash
im starting to be picked up by the vortex
bit by bit
im whirling around
as it goes down
thru the dark earth
towards king death
i wake up
im lying face down in my pillow
i could hardly breathe
i stagger to open window
suck in oxygen
still uncomprehending
i pull on my clothes
leave the house
its a dark warm overcast morning
there is a ceiling on the world
nimbus roof protecting us
the most tiny drops of rain
alight on my skin
as i stride away from home
everything moves into sharp focus
frangipani flowers
luxurious gifts from vishnu
beautiful trees full of beautiful birds
gardens roses glorious weeds
snails amble along
masterpieces in design and engineering
everything is close
i feel like im in a big room
in my Fathers mansion
so quiet
so hushed
the scene set for me
no cars
no other people
nothing
saturday morning 7 am feb 2006
to fix a co ordinate on it
i pass the cafes
toast cooking somewhere
i walking along boardwalk
pacific ocean baybee
cmon i still excited by it
foreboding breakers roll in
the ocean conceals its monsters well
but you remember theyre still out there
people fizz past me
im in my interior world
my whole life falls out of my head
unsequentially
i lived it all for you
i realise that now
my life was a play
you always know the ending
i acted it out
and i was the audience
filming it
recording it
photographing it
slice by slice
frame over frame
i took it all down for you
because i knew one day
youd want to know what it was
so i was , like, the protaganist
in my own life
with all the confidence
and frustration
of the actor who has played his part before
and is anxious to get to the good bits
the bits with the good lines
and the heroic moments
how i sat thru the tedium of the fifties
for ya
playing a little boy i was
ha ha
sometimes i dropped out of character
i came out with profound and profane stuff
eager to try out lines that would be coming later
now
then the sixties
i started filming in colour sometime in 1966
some of those sixties things
are brighter clearer and more alive
than much of the nineties
thats all thru a very dark filter
its all mixed up
i guess the eighties are in good nick
though a little burnt in places
where i saturated my camera
anyway
im still walking by the ocean
joggers
surfers
mumsndadsnkids
i hit the sea pool
im painting a picture of
ziggy in the sea pool
i imagine he crashed here in 2006
instead of lundon 1972
the water is green
cool viscous bouyant
i do only 18 laps
my laziness conquers my determination
i go into the sauna
i watch the ocean
those amazing surfers out there already
on a day like this
in their black suits
riding the wild fucking sea, mister
a russian guy i know comes in
a serious sauna fiend
he chucks a bucket of water over the rocks
despite sign:
do not splash hot rocks
the room fills with scalding steam
its almost worse than the interview at m w ps
i go red all over
the steam wallops me like a jealous lover
it slaps my face
and kicks me in the balls
want some more comrade?
yeah sure...uh...oh....yeah
i emerge stuffed and cooked
i do my chi gong
(chinese breathing exercises)
i get dressed
i leave
i come here
i write this
i love you
sk
Friday, February 03, 2006
vale o' tears
no matter which way you look at it
its a strange whirled world
sometimes it holds ya so close to its bosom
sometimes it mocks ya and rears up
blows up in your face
im not thinking of anything particular
just that its one of those warm drizzly days
the sea mist and the light rain merge
a few surfers out in the flat ocean
the has beens and the wanna bees
jog past each other..
oh......
up and down
vishnu waiting so patiently
in every things heart of hearts
universes come and go
thats right baybee
its all so kozmic...
but its in the largest
and
the smallest things alike
all of us moving towards
reunion
its an obstacle course out there
dont try to re arrange the obstacles
dont try and remove em
i think theyre sposed to be there
if you stop to fuck with them
or if you stop because theyre just too much
then you wont get to the end of the course
and graduate up the ranks
maybe next life you could come back
as a basse playin' poetry spittin'
bloggin' from the hip olde genius
but youd have have a lotta merit
for something like that
you could be born in india
to a wealthy brahmin family
and grow up in the arms of krishna
you may be back
as the first black female president of
the USA
and after 4 years
the whole fuckin worlde is
lovin' america again
or maybe,baybe
you get outta this system
you go out there
new obstacles
new powers to overcome
the new obstacles
we gonna sit at gods table you and i
or we gonna be a joyous particle in gods glorious effulgence
cmon ,this aint all for nothin'
i believe in you
you gotta try and see
from the perspective
of eternity
try to love everyone
its impossible
try
its still impossible
how about now
maybe a tiny bit easier
dont blame the transmission
if yer antennas broken
dont blame a river
if it dont run up a hill for ya
what can you do?
well rockn roll of course
go out and watch the intereaction of bee and flower
the love connexion like magnetism
listen to what other people say
speak kindly to your baby
and beat him when he sneezes..
what the hell
who am i to dish out
all this cosmick advice
im just a bloke
in a flannelette shirt
in 2006
in a cafe
in a rainy street
guy next to me talkin french
the fans on the ceiling
silently revolving
the cars outside hiss thru
the liquid streets
i hanker for union
reunion
unified field
united we stand
league of nations
humanity total vegetarian
to eat meat will bring same horror
as canniblism
to slaughter animals as abhorrent
as the slaughter of people
these things will come to pass
or maybe not
im divided
we all are
jesus
hows this for a classic
ye olde ramble?
sorry if i have detained ya
from yer appointed rounds
and still not given ya a punchline
something definitive
an aphorism you could refute or rebuke
in the end words dont matter
it wont matter that i am
the hands down truly ruly
best lyricist extant on this earth
at this point in thyme
my incredible use of allusion
onamatappear
my ambiguous similes and arcane adjectives
will avail me but little
when i shuck off my handsome mortal coyle
when you and i
sit at the big guys table
eating guacamole
with BLUE corn chips
i love you my friendly friends and fiendss
me
its a strange whirled world
sometimes it holds ya so close to its bosom
sometimes it mocks ya and rears up
blows up in your face
im not thinking of anything particular
just that its one of those warm drizzly days
the sea mist and the light rain merge
a few surfers out in the flat ocean
the has beens and the wanna bees
jog past each other..
oh......
up and down
vishnu waiting so patiently
in every things heart of hearts
universes come and go
thats right baybee
its all so kozmic...
but its in the largest
and
the smallest things alike
all of us moving towards
reunion
its an obstacle course out there
dont try to re arrange the obstacles
dont try and remove em
i think theyre sposed to be there
if you stop to fuck with them
or if you stop because theyre just too much
then you wont get to the end of the course
and graduate up the ranks
maybe next life you could come back
as a basse playin' poetry spittin'
bloggin' from the hip olde genius
but youd have have a lotta merit
for something like that
you could be born in india
to a wealthy brahmin family
and grow up in the arms of krishna
you may be back
as the first black female president of
the USA
and after 4 years
the whole fuckin worlde is
lovin' america again
or maybe,baybe
you get outta this system
you go out there
new obstacles
new powers to overcome
the new obstacles
we gonna sit at gods table you and i
or we gonna be a joyous particle in gods glorious effulgence
cmon ,this aint all for nothin'
i believe in you
you gotta try and see
from the perspective
of eternity
try to love everyone
its impossible
try
its still impossible
how about now
maybe a tiny bit easier
dont blame the transmission
if yer antennas broken
dont blame a river
if it dont run up a hill for ya
what can you do?
well rockn roll of course
go out and watch the intereaction of bee and flower
the love connexion like magnetism
listen to what other people say
speak kindly to your baby
and beat him when he sneezes..
what the hell
who am i to dish out
all this cosmick advice
im just a bloke
in a flannelette shirt
in 2006
in a cafe
in a rainy street
guy next to me talkin french
the fans on the ceiling
silently revolving
the cars outside hiss thru
the liquid streets
i hanker for union
reunion
unified field
united we stand
league of nations
humanity total vegetarian
to eat meat will bring same horror
as canniblism
to slaughter animals as abhorrent
as the slaughter of people
these things will come to pass
or maybe not
im divided
we all are
jesus
hows this for a classic
ye olde ramble?
sorry if i have detained ya
from yer appointed rounds
and still not given ya a punchline
something definitive
an aphorism you could refute or rebuke
in the end words dont matter
it wont matter that i am
the hands down truly ruly
best lyricist extant on this earth
at this point in thyme
my incredible use of allusion
onamatappear
my ambiguous similes and arcane adjectives
will avail me but little
when i shuck off my handsome mortal coyle
when you and i
sit at the big guys table
eating guacamole
with BLUE corn chips
i love you my friendly friends and fiendss
me
Thursday, February 02, 2006
a joke for the jokers
i made this joke up last nite
for my kidss
why couldnt the pony sing?
because she was a little hoarse
i expect a sesame st guest spot
can only be seconds away...
chruch bouys had emselves a little i/view
yessaday
xcept monsieur peter k
who is, of course
now a resident
of the tropics
we woz interviewed by a frenchman
who is part of fete de le music
or fete de la music
whichever fucking gender music is in french
(is inglish the only lang without gender, benders?)
(by the whey, germans got 3: masc, fem and bloody neutered)
anyhow
l'idea, mes bon bons is
to have one day all round the worlde
when music is going everywhere
live
and FREE
so when i get there
to martys fabulous gaff
in the swanky eastern suburbs
(on foot, sk owns no car)
i am so hot
drenched in sweat
its like a hundred outside
the sun irradiating skin cancer
with every mote
humidity is totally wet
humility: none
ect. ect.
so when i get there
i look like a lobster
that jumped into a swimming pool
in his clothes and gaucho hat
(how gauche can a gaucho go, my amigos)
marty says
have a cold shower
theres steam coming off me
i stand under tepidly cold water for 10 minutes
not the way i normally start a filmed i/vu
i come out
a little refreshed
martys got this hanging down jingly things
on the windows emitting a very pleasant tinkle
in the meagre breeze...
uh oh yon frenchman who wants music everywhere for free
does not
however
want any music in the background now
the windows must be shut
temperyture in roomy goes up a hundred degrees
(at least!)
now
he switches on his bank
of formidable (pronounce it a la frog) lights
its a blazing inferno
mah pore sweat pores gush
i cannot believe this heat
we talk to this dude for TWO hours
the guy says
what got you hooked on music
i remember day in 65 riding my bikey
in the space between the houses
with a childhood companion or two
when we hear a sound
we ride closer to the sauce of the sound
coming from a little grey brick house
which was exactly the same as all the others
now
we heard this sound before
but never like this
not so viscerally loud
immanent
all around in the air
it was a teenage rock band
i'd never heard an actual electrick guitar before
id never felt the kick of a bass drum in the guts
or the metaalic hiss of cymbals in mah ears
and there
in a chair
sitting down to play
is a guy holding a big olde basse gittar
and that sound hes making is making
me
feel real funny
manifest destiny is too grandiose my chickens
but i says to my young self
heres somethin' for you someday
but even more
i was struck by the beautiful insides of the guitar cases
which were open
plush velvety crimsons and royal blues
course, im watching all this
hanging on to a splintery fence
trying to keep my head over the top
ah another of them pivotal momes, ya see?
then we talk about another time
we had a band
me and some other blokes all about 18 or 19
i wrote most of the songs
but i was the bass player
there was a guy who was sposed to have been the singer
there was a guitarist and a drummer
the drummer was a very pretty boy
but not much chop at drums
the guitarist was actually great
he was only bout 17 at the time
he later lost a finger in a motorbike accident
but he could still rock, my brothers
anyway our band turns up at gig
at some youth hall
and "singer" says im not singin'
we say why not?
he says he dont wanna and plus
theres a bunch of furious bullies
out in audience
enraged that presumptuous insects like us
should have the sheer fucken gall
to dream
that we could have a band
so singer minces off to obscurity
guitarist davey y says
kilbee you gotta sing man
you wrote all those stupid words..
you know em
you fucking gotta sing em now boyo
but ya know what
i really knew this moment was coming
somewhere inside my self
after a little persuasion
we go on
im singing and playing ye olde basse
at the same time
for the first time
not as easy as i thought
my hands got minds of their own
the words are getting mixed up with the fingers
im trying to sing the bass guitar melody
and play the lyrics
i would love to hear how we sounded
i had dyed red hair and played a black les paul(copy)
i had on some clothes
someone from my mums work
had made for me in satin
i was as skinny as a rake
i had to run around in the shower to get wet
my songs
were totally ridiculous glam workouts
with rude and silly lyrics:
how come you never do the jet fin rock
how come you never give me a shock
or there was
youre starting to make me ill
youre starting to shake me, jill....
yeah bet that had shakespeare rollin in his gravy..,
actually maybe
just maybe
there are some certain pea brains
who might go for some of my olde stuff
god
there is so much olde stuff to milk
if only 1973 would come back....
any way my fiendish ones
i guess that about wraps this bloggy up
a bit a reminiscing
a little bit of a ranty
a bit o humour
and a great genius
with a big heart
(no
im only fuckin kiddin ya)
i love you all
so
so
so much
sk
for my kidss
why couldnt the pony sing?
because she was a little hoarse
i expect a sesame st guest spot
can only be seconds away...
chruch bouys had emselves a little i/view
yessaday
xcept monsieur peter k
who is, of course
now a resident
of the tropics
we woz interviewed by a frenchman
who is part of fete de le music
or fete de la music
whichever fucking gender music is in french
(is inglish the only lang without gender, benders?)
(by the whey, germans got 3: masc, fem and bloody neutered)
anyhow
l'idea, mes bon bons is
to have one day all round the worlde
when music is going everywhere
live
and FREE
so when i get there
to martys fabulous gaff
in the swanky eastern suburbs
(on foot, sk owns no car)
i am so hot
drenched in sweat
its like a hundred outside
the sun irradiating skin cancer
with every mote
humidity is totally wet
humility: none
ect. ect.
so when i get there
i look like a lobster
that jumped into a swimming pool
in his clothes and gaucho hat
(how gauche can a gaucho go, my amigos)
marty says
have a cold shower
theres steam coming off me
i stand under tepidly cold water for 10 minutes
not the way i normally start a filmed i/vu
i come out
a little refreshed
martys got this hanging down jingly things
on the windows emitting a very pleasant tinkle
in the meagre breeze...
uh oh yon frenchman who wants music everywhere for free
does not
however
want any music in the background now
the windows must be shut
temperyture in roomy goes up a hundred degrees
(at least!)
now
he switches on his bank
of formidable (pronounce it a la frog) lights
its a blazing inferno
mah pore sweat pores gush
i cannot believe this heat
we talk to this dude for TWO hours
the guy says
what got you hooked on music
i remember day in 65 riding my bikey
in the space between the houses
with a childhood companion or two
when we hear a sound
we ride closer to the sauce of the sound
coming from a little grey brick house
which was exactly the same as all the others
now
we heard this sound before
but never like this
not so viscerally loud
immanent
all around in the air
it was a teenage rock band
i'd never heard an actual electrick guitar before
id never felt the kick of a bass drum in the guts
or the metaalic hiss of cymbals in mah ears
and there
in a chair
sitting down to play
is a guy holding a big olde basse gittar
and that sound hes making is making
me
feel real funny
manifest destiny is too grandiose my chickens
but i says to my young self
heres somethin' for you someday
but even more
i was struck by the beautiful insides of the guitar cases
which were open
plush velvety crimsons and royal blues
course, im watching all this
hanging on to a splintery fence
trying to keep my head over the top
ah another of them pivotal momes, ya see?
then we talk about another time
we had a band
me and some other blokes all about 18 or 19
i wrote most of the songs
but i was the bass player
there was a guy who was sposed to have been the singer
there was a guitarist and a drummer
the drummer was a very pretty boy
but not much chop at drums
the guitarist was actually great
he was only bout 17 at the time
he later lost a finger in a motorbike accident
but he could still rock, my brothers
anyway our band turns up at gig
at some youth hall
and "singer" says im not singin'
we say why not?
he says he dont wanna and plus
theres a bunch of furious bullies
out in audience
enraged that presumptuous insects like us
should have the sheer fucken gall
to dream
that we could have a band
so singer minces off to obscurity
guitarist davey y says
kilbee you gotta sing man
you wrote all those stupid words..
you know em
you fucking gotta sing em now boyo
but ya know what
i really knew this moment was coming
somewhere inside my self
after a little persuasion
we go on
im singing and playing ye olde basse
at the same time
for the first time
not as easy as i thought
my hands got minds of their own
the words are getting mixed up with the fingers
im trying to sing the bass guitar melody
and play the lyrics
i would love to hear how we sounded
i had dyed red hair and played a black les paul(copy)
i had on some clothes
someone from my mums work
had made for me in satin
i was as skinny as a rake
i had to run around in the shower to get wet
my songs
were totally ridiculous glam workouts
with rude and silly lyrics:
how come you never do the jet fin rock
how come you never give me a shock
or there was
youre starting to make me ill
youre starting to shake me, jill....
yeah bet that had shakespeare rollin in his gravy..,
actually maybe
just maybe
there are some certain pea brains
who might go for some of my olde stuff
god
there is so much olde stuff to milk
if only 1973 would come back....
any way my fiendish ones
i guess that about wraps this bloggy up
a bit a reminiscing
a little bit of a ranty
a bit o humour
and a great genius
with a big heart
(no
im only fuckin kiddin ya)
i love you all
so
so
so much
sk
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
lay down yer weary blogge
hello my little darlin's
olde dj stevie k in da house
how are you today?
i trust youre well....
probably just need a lil dose
of yer sk mixture
get you back on top
in no time....
sometimes i wonder why im writing this blogge
ego?
yep, that must account for some of it
im just hooked on the instantaneity of the
whole thing..
i write this
and next second
you read it
from wherever
and theres a lotta strange places pop up
on the olde monitor
all over the world
i guess thats gotten me addicted
im putting so much time into this damn thing
spending an hour a dayin fronta a ray spitting computer
just to tell ya
technology sucks
ha ha
i dunno
i had some bigge habits in my day
but this blogge got its hooks in me
its a challenge to overcome
evry day
lots going on w/ the band
everything in flux
nothing concrete to reveal
things being lined up etc
takin' care o bizness etc
i dunno
im very superficial
i hate any thing official
i cant stand the details
i hate the fine print
i never read the instructions
and i cant concentrate
on stuff im not interested in
i actually need a holiday
i need to unwind
oh no
the awful mundanity of the jet
have just intruded on my thoughts
oh god
the inane ordinariness of it all
whatever happened to my rocknroll?
BUT ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL?
i dunno
its like green kryptonite
its makin me weak
i know we been thru all this before..
fuck it
i cannot
i will not
write
with this goin' on
i am abandoning this plaice forever
i will find another cafe
where its silent
im sorry
you cant expect me to operate under these conditions
ANATHEMA!!!
but
i love you
and
i know todays entry was
MEDIOCHRE!
i will be back
with some choice stuff soon
sk
olde dj stevie k in da house
how are you today?
i trust youre well....
probably just need a lil dose
of yer sk mixture
get you back on top
in no time....
sometimes i wonder why im writing this blogge
ego?
yep, that must account for some of it
im just hooked on the instantaneity of the
whole thing..
i write this
and next second
you read it
from wherever
and theres a lotta strange places pop up
on the olde monitor
all over the world
i guess thats gotten me addicted
im putting so much time into this damn thing
spending an hour a dayin fronta a ray spitting computer
just to tell ya
technology sucks
ha ha
i dunno
i had some bigge habits in my day
but this blogge got its hooks in me
its a challenge to overcome
evry day
lots going on w/ the band
everything in flux
nothing concrete to reveal
things being lined up etc
takin' care o bizness etc
i dunno
im very superficial
i hate any thing official
i cant stand the details
i hate the fine print
i never read the instructions
and i cant concentrate
on stuff im not interested in
i actually need a holiday
i need to unwind
oh no
the awful mundanity of the jet
have just intruded on my thoughts
oh god
the inane ordinariness of it all
whatever happened to my rocknroll?
BUT ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL?
i dunno
its like green kryptonite
its makin me weak
i know we been thru all this before..
fuck it
i cannot
i will not
write
with this goin' on
i am abandoning this plaice forever
i will find another cafe
where its silent
im sorry
you cant expect me to operate under these conditions
ANATHEMA!!!
but
i love you
and
i know todays entry was
MEDIOCHRE!
i will be back
with some choice stuff soon
sk
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