good morning yall
ive already run outta time today
n its only 10 30
ha
i need to go to bed later
get up earlier
and werk way harder
so many things passing across my desk
(as if i have a desk....)
collaborations
films
plays
soundtracks
thisnthat
i cant keep up
my email folder is a mass of unread n unanswered emails
for that i apollo jise
im neglectin' everythin'
im gettin everyone angry w/ me
yesterday i got the very sad n alarming news
that one of my elder daughters
has been diagnosed with a rare condition
and must have a nasty operation
next wednesday
this is of course very fathers worst nitemare
come true
but im a lot more scared than she is
and after talking at length with her last nite
i am so proud of her courage
in the face of adversity
and by her cheerfulness n optimism
i dunno if i coulda accepted this
when i was 15
elekra im so proud of ya
and i love ya so much
sorry to get all misty on ya mah fiendss
this is a huge thing for me
i hope i can face it with the grace n courage
that elektra is showing
watch out peple
nothing is permanent here
not yer health
not yer family
nor youth, money, power
its all precarious n fragile
n ya GOTTA appreciate it
while it lasts
everything else seems a little frivolous now
i guess
i'll bee back tomorrow
love
steve
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
elektra fiction
still v. warm here in bondi
back in mah cafe
the strains of
"i wanna dance with somebody who loves me"
drift on the sullen sultry salty air
i must say at this moment
i consider the abovementioned song
to be the most pathetic dreg of pop ever made
hollow empty egotistic struggles
of a thankfully bygone age
everything about it cheap tawdry meaningless
is this why we had the sixties?
it dont matter how you weed the garden
they always come back
we struck a blow against this sort of tripe
in the frontline at bully high
in red velvet shirts n floursinourhare
i thought we nailed that meaningless saccharine tripes ass
but it just reappears
in a slightly different form
thats all
some peanut in the 1950s woulda been proud
of a title like that
in all its self obsessed vacuousness
i immediately feel total antipathy
and wish i could end their dancing days forever
been playing my copy of mimesis
that i got off s.pol
down in melby
actually if you were at the gigg
you maya heard it playin before we went on
it aint everyones cuppa mescaline
but if it is..
oh boy youre gonna really like it
cmon polinski
i aint callin' ya a geenius anymore
its gone to yer head
and it aint a pretty sight
but by god, man
you can twiddle the twiddlers
make the woofers tweat
you are the man
that kisses n cuddles music
good on ya
it can sure use it
mimesis will be out soon
id be surprised if ya didnt think it was
the best record ever made
and
the best record that ever will be made
ever by anybody
at least you should think that
ha ha fiend
you thinka im joking..
then just ask the little lord of misrule
who drifted of to some esoteric haven
entranced by the universe
that mimesis ripped in her living room
a portal opened
she stepped thru
and polinski n cohorts
guided her down this black street
to an olde warm familiar place
that can never be described
but once you been there
you forever wanna get back
which explains all that misrule
better to be a twig in heaven
that a king in hell
goodbye ll
and try to behave...
i dunno
what else
so much happening
yet
nothing changing
years flash by
moments that last forever
who knows anything?
not me
see ya 2morro
sk
back in mah cafe
the strains of
"i wanna dance with somebody who loves me"
drift on the sullen sultry salty air
i must say at this moment
i consider the abovementioned song
to be the most pathetic dreg of pop ever made
hollow empty egotistic struggles
of a thankfully bygone age
everything about it cheap tawdry meaningless
is this why we had the sixties?
it dont matter how you weed the garden
they always come back
we struck a blow against this sort of tripe
in the frontline at bully high
in red velvet shirts n floursinourhare
i thought we nailed that meaningless saccharine tripes ass
but it just reappears
in a slightly different form
thats all
some peanut in the 1950s woulda been proud
of a title like that
in all its self obsessed vacuousness
i immediately feel total antipathy
and wish i could end their dancing days forever
been playing my copy of mimesis
that i got off s.pol
down in melby
actually if you were at the gigg
you maya heard it playin before we went on
it aint everyones cuppa mescaline
but if it is..
oh boy youre gonna really like it
cmon polinski
i aint callin' ya a geenius anymore
its gone to yer head
and it aint a pretty sight
but by god, man
you can twiddle the twiddlers
make the woofers tweat
you are the man
that kisses n cuddles music
good on ya
it can sure use it
mimesis will be out soon
id be surprised if ya didnt think it was
the best record ever made
and
the best record that ever will be made
ever by anybody
at least you should think that
ha ha fiend
you thinka im joking..
then just ask the little lord of misrule
who drifted of to some esoteric haven
entranced by the universe
that mimesis ripped in her living room
a portal opened
she stepped thru
and polinski n cohorts
guided her down this black street
to an olde warm familiar place
that can never be described
but once you been there
you forever wanna get back
which explains all that misrule
better to be a twig in heaven
that a king in hell
goodbye ll
and try to behave...
i dunno
what else
so much happening
yet
nothing changing
years flash by
moments that last forever
who knows anything?
not me
see ya 2morro
sk
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
au revoir por favor
thats it then
the tour is over
its early wed morning
im in a big swanky cafe
unfortunately theyre pumpin' out doof doof doof
so i wont be able to stay with ya here
too long
its too early for this kinda punishment
hope ya enjoyed last nite
if ya were there
i'll be back to "normal" soon
love
sk
the tour is over
its early wed morning
im in a big swanky cafe
unfortunately theyre pumpin' out doof doof doof
so i wont be able to stay with ya here
too long
its too early for this kinda punishment
hope ya enjoyed last nite
if ya were there
i'll be back to "normal" soon
love
sk
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
gee this is more like it
im sitting in a swanky part of mell-bin
in a real hip ultra cool e lounge
the cream of mell-bins goffs
and intelligencia
sit around drinkin'coffee
smokin putrid cigs
and passing their time
in sophistry n idle banter
im in a dark little non smokin'section
and its really got underground feele
yeah thats rite
back here to launch whatsitsname
with my groop the thingos
playin at el swanko niteclubb (sold out)
down in the posh toffee nosed part o town
what do all these boheemian layabouts do for a living?
they dont seem short of caffeine or expensive close
hmmmm...
theyd all bee better off in the army
make men outta em
well how wassit last nite if ya was there?
i had a strangely lethargic nite
....sorry
and it was being filmed n all
in all our raw glory
still what can i say?
i dunno if it was goode or badde
and ya shouldnt n wouldnt trust my o'pinion
tonite we dissolve the continuum
take ya where ya wanna go for an hour or so
we got the stuff that it takes
we're ready
we're waiting
tonite
you
us
+
a whole lotta rocknroll
oooohhhh lawdy mama
a wop lopped a bigblock
a whopper banged bloom
im a howlin'wolf
i go o oo oo ee oo
ok
bye bye
sk
in a real hip ultra cool e lounge
the cream of mell-bins goffs
and intelligencia
sit around drinkin'coffee
smokin putrid cigs
and passing their time
in sophistry n idle banter
im in a dark little non smokin'section
and its really got underground feele
yeah thats rite
back here to launch whatsitsname
with my groop the thingos
playin at el swanko niteclubb (sold out)
down in the posh toffee nosed part o town
what do all these boheemian layabouts do for a living?
they dont seem short of caffeine or expensive close
hmmmm...
theyd all bee better off in the army
make men outta em
well how wassit last nite if ya was there?
i had a strangely lethargic nite
....sorry
and it was being filmed n all
in all our raw glory
still what can i say?
i dunno if it was goode or badde
and ya shouldnt n wouldnt trust my o'pinion
tonite we dissolve the continuum
take ya where ya wanna go for an hour or so
we got the stuff that it takes
we're ready
we're waiting
tonite
you
us
+
a whole lotta rocknroll
oooohhhh lawdy mama
a wop lopped a bigblock
a whopper banged bloom
im a howlin'wolf
i go o oo oo ee oo
ok
bye bye
sk
Monday, March 27, 2006
quick brown foxx jumps over the lazy blog
mornin' fiendss
today will be shorter than usual
i gotta million things to do
as ya mite imagine
gotta have mah beardy permed
gotta dye my crows feet
have a bass lesson
get mah charisma injection
have mah teeth whitened
have mah white teethed
read the gossip rags
(justin timberflakeslostsockhell!)
gotta tune up my voice
meee meeee meee
la la la la
ahem
learn my scales
remember the words
forget myself
polish my boots
and all the other things
us olde rockahs do
to get helen ready for a gig
oh yeah pam came round last nite
so im sorted for splivves and etc
so ya see i cannae tarry
even tho you need yer fix
i know
go back n read some olde bloggs
if yer really jonesin' for jazz
an olde bloggy ll "hold" ya
fer 24 hours at least
till i get back to normal
2morro nite is mellbin again
getting mixed by s. pollydogdoodle
(the iconoclast)
its gotta bee goode
its all goode
i feel pretty
i feel pretty
n
witty n
gay
actually strike that last thought
(its from west side story, you clowns)
ok thats yer nothings werth fer today
i love ya
see ya at the gig
i'll be the one in the middle
holding the long guitar
bye now
kill bee
today will be shorter than usual
i gotta million things to do
as ya mite imagine
gotta have mah beardy permed
gotta dye my crows feet
have a bass lesson
get mah charisma injection
have mah teeth whitened
have mah white teethed
read the gossip rags
(justin timberflakeslostsockhell!)
gotta tune up my voice
meee meeee meee
la la la la
ahem
learn my scales
remember the words
forget myself
polish my boots
and all the other things
us olde rockahs do
to get helen ready for a gig
oh yeah pam came round last nite
so im sorted for splivves and etc
so ya see i cannae tarry
even tho you need yer fix
i know
go back n read some olde bloggs
if yer really jonesin' for jazz
an olde bloggy ll "hold" ya
fer 24 hours at least
till i get back to normal
2morro nite is mellbin again
getting mixed by s. pollydogdoodle
(the iconoclast)
its gotta bee goode
its all goode
i feel pretty
i feel pretty
n
witty n
gay
actually strike that last thought
(its from west side story, you clowns)
ok thats yer nothings werth fer today
i love ya
see ya at the gig
i'll be the one in the middle
holding the long guitar
bye now
kill bee
Sunday, March 26, 2006
grievous bodily charm
gloria i sabbatica con vanilla
genius ad blogga imperialis
phaedra et aurora in semper vita
who knows?
not me
thinking of george harrison
what a beautiful cat
a devoteee of krishna
heres a man whos seen everything there is
on offer
in this world
he singlehandedly introduces indian music
in to popnrock
(so that for legions of westerners
a sitar or tablas meant that
something "pschedelic" was about to happen
he does the best beatle solo album
all things must pass baby
actually his last record brainwashed
not too badde especially considering he was starting to die
look i never met him
but incredible cool aura plus
unbelievable humility
a man who never forgot who he was really
at the core
i remember 1st time i heard all things
round a kid from schools house
playing stratego
and his elder brother comes in
with a TRIPLE album
and the apple label
music comes on
id have you anytime
what a lovely title....mmmm
music comes out like honey
kinda slow rich deep
really unusual descending ch. prog
that keeps going when ya think itd stop
he wrote this with bob dylan...!!??
sk instantly in love with this record for all time
35 years later even
thats a good shelf life for a buncha tunes
my sweet lord
im sorry
but i still get thrilled
when the hallelujahs change to hare krishnas
you see west turns into east seamlessly
i really wanna see you
but it takes so long my lord
a prayer in the language
of us common men
only with phil spector producing
an' 1000 accoustic guitars a'strummin'
at the end
hes runnin' thru a few
of vishnus one thousand names
jesus
or krishna
it doesnt matter
theyre both pretty sweet
if ya can ever slow down enuff
still the incessant murmur in yer heart
and
taste the nectar of their beautiful selves
someone said this stuff
it didnt come outta nowhere
so george is no fool
he grokks the sublime message
that takes a lifetime to unravel
george was no naive wide eyed knucklehead
by age 21 hed had more fame n etcs
than a 1000 justin timberflakes
god almost every track on all things
is a 25 carat pure gold star mastahpeece
do the goode always die young?
jeff buckley?
i had the misfortune of watchin'
video channel th'other day
reelin' in incredulity
especially from the rapp vids
which is always a buncha black dudes
waving moneyngunsnbooty
no fuckin tune
no nothin
just a monotonous drum machine
pop it while its hot
yeah......er...ok
(did he get this off a snack packet or what?)
sorry
am i allowed to say this
i hate fuckin rap
it is sks anathema
tuneless aggressive stylized
misogynistic tripe
fuck it
i dont pay that stuff no homage
i will say however
that unlike a lotta other tripe
it owes nothin to what came before it
but i loathe it at a cellular level
cmon tell the truth
dont you?
another fuckin thing i detest
is the angry gurlie song
esp. as done by idol winners
which consist of angry ugly bint
destroying boyfriends apt
cos he had the nerve to dump
her sorry bottom
same goes for nicklefuckin'back
a big bad ugly manne
singin big badde angry songs
in a big badde angry voice
about how
a little itty bitty gurlie
broke his big badde angry heart
and
dumped his sorry arse
too
so they should take up with each other
and the rappers
and take their tiresome anger
outta my ears
its makin' me angry
and
i
wanna
bee
calm
aaaahhhhh...
thats better..
what else
i saw a real estate poster of this house
and underneath the proud beaming salesmen
w/suity n gel
and
as i had a great wadd
of pinkish bubblegum in my olde gob
i stop and molded mr real e state
a lovely new 3D nose
and i stood and admired my handiwork
thinkin' how i would share this modest victory
with you sniggerin boheemian donkeys out there
when i visualised some one reaching for the
GROW UP YOU OLDE WANKER ETC button
because i overestimate some readers
ability to have a laff
friendss n fiendss
i ask you not to defend my honour
in the comments sexion
its ok
i will suffer the slingsnetcs of o. 4tune
remember
someone
getting on someone elses blogge
day after day
unleashing caustic bile n vitiol
why doesnt he just piss off?
or she?
i aint gonna stop bloggin
mah fannes n fiends aint gonna stop readin
but ya see fiendss
they get a little attention
cos
(I guess)
no one is readin their blog
n theyre lashing out in fury
at the perceived enemy
theyre saying
NO NO LOVE ME INSTEAD
but they aint made the 50 records
or done the ten thousand concerts
or the years in recording studes
nor the drugsnragstorichestorags story
they just want the instant adulation
they dont even have my cheekbones
and they wanna have yer warship
so do me a favour
dont argue with em
and i reckon theyll eventually go away
(like an annoying headache)
and i tell ya sumpthin' else fiendss
i never fuckin write comments to myself
cmon
get serious
ya think i wanna fool ya?
then try nabakov
ha ha
i still love you all
im gonna bee a rockin for you
and yer freedom and liberty
2morro nite sydnee town
all souled out
but maybe still some chance
demand entrance
we're the best band inna world
cmon
storm the place if necessary
cos this is crucial stuff
itll sustain ya thru
the electromagneticngossipnpollutindeathmachine
falloutozonelessoilslicknatmosphericwipeout
i guarantee it
or give me more money back
kilbey
genius ad blogga imperialis
phaedra et aurora in semper vita
who knows?
not me
thinking of george harrison
what a beautiful cat
a devoteee of krishna
heres a man whos seen everything there is
on offer
in this world
he singlehandedly introduces indian music
in to popnrock
(so that for legions of westerners
a sitar or tablas meant that
something "pschedelic" was about to happen
he does the best beatle solo album
all things must pass baby
actually his last record brainwashed
not too badde especially considering he was starting to die
look i never met him
but incredible cool aura plus
unbelievable humility
a man who never forgot who he was really
at the core
i remember 1st time i heard all things
round a kid from schools house
playing stratego
and his elder brother comes in
with a TRIPLE album
and the apple label
music comes on
id have you anytime
what a lovely title....mmmm
music comes out like honey
kinda slow rich deep
really unusual descending ch. prog
that keeps going when ya think itd stop
he wrote this with bob dylan...!!??
sk instantly in love with this record for all time
35 years later even
thats a good shelf life for a buncha tunes
my sweet lord
im sorry
but i still get thrilled
when the hallelujahs change to hare krishnas
you see west turns into east seamlessly
i really wanna see you
but it takes so long my lord
a prayer in the language
of us common men
only with phil spector producing
an' 1000 accoustic guitars a'strummin'
at the end
hes runnin' thru a few
of vishnus one thousand names
jesus
or krishna
it doesnt matter
theyre both pretty sweet
if ya can ever slow down enuff
still the incessant murmur in yer heart
and
taste the nectar of their beautiful selves
someone said this stuff
it didnt come outta nowhere
so george is no fool
he grokks the sublime message
that takes a lifetime to unravel
george was no naive wide eyed knucklehead
by age 21 hed had more fame n etcs
than a 1000 justin timberflakes
god almost every track on all things
is a 25 carat pure gold star mastahpeece
do the goode always die young?
jeff buckley?
i had the misfortune of watchin'
video channel th'other day
reelin' in incredulity
especially from the rapp vids
which is always a buncha black dudes
waving moneyngunsnbooty
no fuckin tune
no nothin
just a monotonous drum machine
pop it while its hot
yeah......er...ok
(did he get this off a snack packet or what?)
sorry
am i allowed to say this
i hate fuckin rap
it is sks anathema
tuneless aggressive stylized
misogynistic tripe
fuck it
i dont pay that stuff no homage
i will say however
that unlike a lotta other tripe
it owes nothin to what came before it
but i loathe it at a cellular level
cmon tell the truth
dont you?
another fuckin thing i detest
is the angry gurlie song
esp. as done by idol winners
which consist of angry ugly bint
destroying boyfriends apt
cos he had the nerve to dump
her sorry bottom
same goes for nicklefuckin'back
a big bad ugly manne
singin big badde angry songs
in a big badde angry voice
about how
a little itty bitty gurlie
broke his big badde angry heart
and
dumped his sorry arse
too
so they should take up with each other
and the rappers
and take their tiresome anger
outta my ears
its makin' me angry
and
i
wanna
bee
calm
aaaahhhhh...
thats better..
what else
i saw a real estate poster of this house
and underneath the proud beaming salesmen
w/suity n gel
and
as i had a great wadd
of pinkish bubblegum in my olde gob
i stop and molded mr real e state
a lovely new 3D nose
and i stood and admired my handiwork
thinkin' how i would share this modest victory
with you sniggerin boheemian donkeys out there
when i visualised some one reaching for the
GROW UP YOU OLDE WANKER ETC button
because i overestimate some readers
ability to have a laff
friendss n fiendss
i ask you not to defend my honour
in the comments sexion
its ok
i will suffer the slingsnetcs of o. 4tune
remember
someone
getting on someone elses blogge
day after day
unleashing caustic bile n vitiol
why doesnt he just piss off?
or she?
i aint gonna stop bloggin
mah fannes n fiends aint gonna stop readin
but ya see fiendss
they get a little attention
cos
(I guess)
no one is readin their blog
n theyre lashing out in fury
at the perceived enemy
theyre saying
NO NO LOVE ME INSTEAD
but they aint made the 50 records
or done the ten thousand concerts
or the years in recording studes
nor the drugsnragstorichestorags story
they just want the instant adulation
they dont even have my cheekbones
and they wanna have yer warship
so do me a favour
dont argue with em
and i reckon theyll eventually go away
(like an annoying headache)
and i tell ya sumpthin' else fiendss
i never fuckin write comments to myself
cmon
get serious
ya think i wanna fool ya?
then try nabakov
ha ha
i still love you all
im gonna bee a rockin for you
and yer freedom and liberty
2morro nite sydnee town
all souled out
but maybe still some chance
demand entrance
we're the best band inna world
cmon
storm the place if necessary
cos this is crucial stuff
itll sustain ya thru
the electromagneticngossipnpollutindeathmachine
falloutozonelessoilslicknatmosphericwipeout
i guarantee it
or give me more money back
kilbey
Friday, March 24, 2006
lady, this is illyria
hello you blogge craving monsters
even though im very bizzy
here i am
writing to/for ya
fer free!!??
no strings attached
oh im so impressed by my own largesse
today mwp and i are playing live
on the richard glover show
abc radio
we'll be on around 3 ish
but dont ask me what we're playin'
i dunno
(but deffo not under the etc etc etc!!)
yeah
i been thinkin about things
painting a bit
trying to paint with a baby on yer lap should be
an olympic event
specially as lil baby bouncer
is now grabbing everything in sight
so i gotta keep her away from everything
and still reach the painting myself
shes real quick too
and she loves the tubes of paint
so its quite a performance getting it done
boy, the bouncer sure likes music tho
we listen to exile on main st
we listen to a beard of stars
we listen to tin mine
this confuses the bouncer
she can hear my voice coming from all over the place
she chirrups and bounces around
sometimes she complains when shes hadda nuff
long trebly ululations of discontent
i dunno how i gotta long without her
it seems like weve known each other for eternity
(im sure we have...)
vishnu told me she was gonna be a good one
and she is
funny how she implies so much without saying even a word
shakespeares later plays all had babies in em
it really gives a promise of the continuity of life
so monday n tuesday nite loomin' large
cant wait to strap on me blunt instrument
and bludgeon the audience to life
something really nice going on for the chchru
a period of detente
accord
perestroika, maybe
i dunno
i just love playin w/ these olde druids
we move in
cover each other
lay out
lay in
its called gestalt baybee
its harde to get
it takes a lotta years to find
thats why we cant brake up
coz its taken too long to
become this goode
we are actually the real deal
we aint contextual
we can really play
youre gonna love it
youre gonna name yer 1st born after me
we gonna take ya up there
where the air is rare
if you dont dig this mess
you got the wrong address
im sorry it aint electric gittars
but we still gonna fuckin rock for ya baby
electric or no
it doesnt matter
cmon
it will be the best thing you ever heard
or you can give me the money back
jus' turn off yer moby...ah thats right
put down the gossip rag
(parisnbrads lovechild dietfaceliftrehabanorexiahell!)
turn off yer telly
call pam n perry
roll up a spliffy or 2
put yer paisley knickers on
dig out yer olde sing songs t shirt
and yer tight black genes
yer beatle boots
and peace medallion
and get down that gig
prepared to be blown away
my charisma can induce orgasms from 20 paces
and bring yer credit cards
so you can buy plenty of loverly chchru mchre
thats it
3 or 4 days to go
can ya wait?
i cant...
stevie kay
even though im very bizzy
here i am
writing to/for ya
fer free!!??
no strings attached
oh im so impressed by my own largesse
today mwp and i are playing live
on the richard glover show
abc radio
we'll be on around 3 ish
but dont ask me what we're playin'
i dunno
(but deffo not under the etc etc etc!!)
yeah
i been thinkin about things
painting a bit
trying to paint with a baby on yer lap should be
an olympic event
specially as lil baby bouncer
is now grabbing everything in sight
so i gotta keep her away from everything
and still reach the painting myself
shes real quick too
and she loves the tubes of paint
so its quite a performance getting it done
boy, the bouncer sure likes music tho
we listen to exile on main st
we listen to a beard of stars
we listen to tin mine
this confuses the bouncer
she can hear my voice coming from all over the place
she chirrups and bounces around
sometimes she complains when shes hadda nuff
long trebly ululations of discontent
i dunno how i gotta long without her
it seems like weve known each other for eternity
(im sure we have...)
vishnu told me she was gonna be a good one
and she is
funny how she implies so much without saying even a word
shakespeares later plays all had babies in em
it really gives a promise of the continuity of life
so monday n tuesday nite loomin' large
cant wait to strap on me blunt instrument
and bludgeon the audience to life
something really nice going on for the chchru
a period of detente
accord
perestroika, maybe
i dunno
i just love playin w/ these olde druids
we move in
cover each other
lay out
lay in
its called gestalt baybee
its harde to get
it takes a lotta years to find
thats why we cant brake up
coz its taken too long to
become this goode
we are actually the real deal
we aint contextual
we can really play
youre gonna love it
youre gonna name yer 1st born after me
we gonna take ya up there
where the air is rare
if you dont dig this mess
you got the wrong address
im sorry it aint electric gittars
but we still gonna fuckin rock for ya baby
electric or no
it doesnt matter
cmon
it will be the best thing you ever heard
or you can give me the money back
jus' turn off yer moby...ah thats right
put down the gossip rag
(parisnbrads lovechild dietfaceliftrehabanorexiahell!)
turn off yer telly
call pam n perry
roll up a spliffy or 2
put yer paisley knickers on
dig out yer olde sing songs t shirt
and yer tight black genes
yer beatle boots
and peace medallion
and get down that gig
prepared to be blown away
my charisma can induce orgasms from 20 paces
and bring yer credit cards
so you can buy plenty of loverly chchru mchre
thats it
3 or 4 days to go
can ya wait?
i cant...
stevie kay
Thursday, March 23, 2006
artefacts from the prediluvian era reveal cannabis
whats occurring there?
how are you feeling about everything?
what are you doing here now?
what can you find that would bind you to me?
today its raining at the coast
reminding me of a hundred times
down the sea with mumndadnrussell
backseat of the car
wed driven down for a swim
now its raining
dads got his window open
smoking
when he smokes he doesnt hold it
between his two fingers
he holds it covered by his palm n backwards
boy my dad sure likes smoking
i try to sometimes suck in the smoke
to tasteit
to see what its all about
but its secrets elude me
dad smokes like this coz of the war i suppose
mum doesnt smoke
she says shes never even tried it
and i believe her
we're eating some vinegary chips
and dads getting angry
cos me and russell are feeding the gulls
and theyre landing on the cars bonnett
russells a lot younger than me
hes a nice brother
tho im not very nice to him
dad puts the radio on
a lovers concerto by the toys comes on
i read somewhere that it was based on some music by modzart
or beathoven or some oldtime composer
"how gentle is the rain
that falls softly on the meadow..."
oh yeah sitting in this car
i can really dig that
the song sounds like its being sung by a lil choir
of black motor city angels
"and if your love is true
i will give to you
every part of me"
well these lines really got me thinkin'
about all that adulthood
spreadin' out before me
like a snake in the sun
i will give to you
every part of me
i decide this is the most singularly erotic
lyric ever from a pop song
yet very romantic too
the way i could still remember things were
back in the ionian days
when "i"d been someone else
in fact i was an expert in greek mythology
at age 10
the teachers in my school would ask my opinion
i aint kiddin'
i devoured this stuff
i felt these were my real people
i looked out the window thru the silver streaks
of australian rain
were parked by a little beach
on an estuary down the south coast
you can rent little paddleboats
and archaic surfboards
the greene grass grows all the way down to the sand
there is no car park
there are no other cars
the pressure of this aloneness
comes down on me
why am we here on this rainy afternoon
4 strangers now family
some strange trick has isolated me here
in the 1960s
on this strange continent
as a childe...
i flick in n out of this state
flipflopping between a precoshus kidd
and some other bunch of things
i can never understand
the rain stops a bit
and a pale sun struggles thru
me n russell climb out of the car
running around with our boxer dog
and our model aeroplanes
russell runs into the water
and goes straight in
i linger around up to my knees
i seem more delicate n wimpy than him
days like this seem to stretch on forever
then suddenly recede into a distant past
miles ago
when everything was different
maybe more friendly
then i look up
its 2006
here i am at a computer
od ing on MEMORY
i guess
see ya round the traps
sk
how are you feeling about everything?
what are you doing here now?
what can you find that would bind you to me?
today its raining at the coast
reminding me of a hundred times
down the sea with mumndadnrussell
backseat of the car
wed driven down for a swim
now its raining
dads got his window open
smoking
when he smokes he doesnt hold it
between his two fingers
he holds it covered by his palm n backwards
boy my dad sure likes smoking
i try to sometimes suck in the smoke
to tasteit
to see what its all about
but its secrets elude me
dad smokes like this coz of the war i suppose
mum doesnt smoke
she says shes never even tried it
and i believe her
we're eating some vinegary chips
and dads getting angry
cos me and russell are feeding the gulls
and theyre landing on the cars bonnett
russells a lot younger than me
hes a nice brother
tho im not very nice to him
dad puts the radio on
a lovers concerto by the toys comes on
i read somewhere that it was based on some music by modzart
or beathoven or some oldtime composer
"how gentle is the rain
that falls softly on the meadow..."
oh yeah sitting in this car
i can really dig that
the song sounds like its being sung by a lil choir
of black motor city angels
"and if your love is true
i will give to you
every part of me"
well these lines really got me thinkin'
about all that adulthood
spreadin' out before me
like a snake in the sun
i will give to you
every part of me
i decide this is the most singularly erotic
lyric ever from a pop song
yet very romantic too
the way i could still remember things were
back in the ionian days
when "i"d been someone else
in fact i was an expert in greek mythology
at age 10
the teachers in my school would ask my opinion
i aint kiddin'
i devoured this stuff
i felt these were my real people
i looked out the window thru the silver streaks
of australian rain
were parked by a little beach
on an estuary down the south coast
you can rent little paddleboats
and archaic surfboards
the greene grass grows all the way down to the sand
there is no car park
there are no other cars
the pressure of this aloneness
comes down on me
why am we here on this rainy afternoon
4 strangers now family
some strange trick has isolated me here
in the 1960s
on this strange continent
as a childe...
i flick in n out of this state
flipflopping between a precoshus kidd
and some other bunch of things
i can never understand
the rain stops a bit
and a pale sun struggles thru
me n russell climb out of the car
running around with our boxer dog
and our model aeroplanes
russell runs into the water
and goes straight in
i linger around up to my knees
i seem more delicate n wimpy than him
days like this seem to stretch on forever
then suddenly recede into a distant past
miles ago
when everything was different
maybe more friendly
then i look up
its 2006
here i am at a computer
od ing on MEMORY
i guess
see ya round the traps
sk
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
we are such stuff as dreams are made on
im standing at a urinal
trying to have a piss
theres an aussie yobbo behind me
screaming my lyrics in my ear
THE SUNBURNT LANDLORD GLARES....yeah
FOR ALL THE PEOPLE HE CAN NEVAH BEEEE!!!!
the yobbo is bawling in my ear
i'll have to remember this for my blogge
i thinks to meself
i shoulda turned round and peed on the idiot
how surreal it all is...
why is he screaming thus?
who knows...
obviously im fair game
on duty 24 hours a day
even answering the calls of nature...
then said yobb talked all thru our show
along with a cloth eared bint
who answered her mobile phone
rudely loudly and tastelessly
and had the gall to come backstage
and tell me how she had to take the call
it was a long lost friend...
dont ever let me catch either of you idiots again
anywhere near me...
people
we pl;aying accoustic
im sorry
im fucking deaf as a post
and i(and timbo) cannae handle
loud racquets anymore
if i fucking catch ya talking at mah gig
im gonna jump off the stagey
and el kabong ya with my bass
try me n see
i got no tolerance for ya
ya rude bastards n bitches
zip yer lips
or out you go....
we're the best band on earth
we play once in a blew moon
just shuttup while we're playing
or powlesy or me
is gonna nail ya ....HARDE!
yeah well we were brilliant of course
the new songs were great
the olde songs were great
we just getting better n butter
next monday its sydnees tern
i wouldnt miss it fer quids
so many things on the horizon now
so many songs to finish
bits n pieces to tie together
i finished my book on shakespeare
i was crying
he was my age when he died
of what?
drink, syphilis?
he had just lost his 2 younger brothers as well
he had no idea that he would live on
as one of the greats
could you imagine that in 400 years
anyone will give a toss about anything thats happnin'now?
marilyn manson?
brad pitt?
harry friggin potter?
i cant see it myself
oh william s...how yer words move me
the exquisite poignance of yer stuff dazzles me
i completely take off my hat to ya
i love you, you olde dead playwright
i kneel to yer talent
and i wonder how you diddit
people throw down yer gossip rag
(kirsties love diet!!??)
and get yerselves the collected work of ws
check out the tempest..
prospero a role made fer yer humble hero
why do ya think i called my eldest daughter miranda?
let the language permeate ya
dont try n understand it literally word by word
let it happen in yer heart
its the best stuff
really
not stuffy academic stodge
this is alive
itll make ya laugh n cry at the same time
youll be in love with the heroines
youll hate the villians
its the best
believe me
its the best
i love you crazy fooles
im trying to stick around longer than the bard tho
i know youll be needing me
later on
sk
trying to have a piss
theres an aussie yobbo behind me
screaming my lyrics in my ear
THE SUNBURNT LANDLORD GLARES....yeah
FOR ALL THE PEOPLE HE CAN NEVAH BEEEE!!!!
the yobbo is bawling in my ear
i'll have to remember this for my blogge
i thinks to meself
i shoulda turned round and peed on the idiot
how surreal it all is...
why is he screaming thus?
who knows...
obviously im fair game
on duty 24 hours a day
even answering the calls of nature...
then said yobb talked all thru our show
along with a cloth eared bint
who answered her mobile phone
rudely loudly and tastelessly
and had the gall to come backstage
and tell me how she had to take the call
it was a long lost friend...
dont ever let me catch either of you idiots again
anywhere near me...
people
we pl;aying accoustic
im sorry
im fucking deaf as a post
and i(and timbo) cannae handle
loud racquets anymore
if i fucking catch ya talking at mah gig
im gonna jump off the stagey
and el kabong ya with my bass
try me n see
i got no tolerance for ya
ya rude bastards n bitches
zip yer lips
or out you go....
we're the best band on earth
we play once in a blew moon
just shuttup while we're playing
or powlesy or me
is gonna nail ya ....HARDE!
yeah well we were brilliant of course
the new songs were great
the olde songs were great
we just getting better n butter
next monday its sydnees tern
i wouldnt miss it fer quids
so many things on the horizon now
so many songs to finish
bits n pieces to tie together
i finished my book on shakespeare
i was crying
he was my age when he died
of what?
drink, syphilis?
he had just lost his 2 younger brothers as well
he had no idea that he would live on
as one of the greats
could you imagine that in 400 years
anyone will give a toss about anything thats happnin'now?
marilyn manson?
brad pitt?
harry friggin potter?
i cant see it myself
oh william s...how yer words move me
the exquisite poignance of yer stuff dazzles me
i completely take off my hat to ya
i love you, you olde dead playwright
i kneel to yer talent
and i wonder how you diddit
people throw down yer gossip rag
(kirsties love diet!!??)
and get yerselves the collected work of ws
check out the tempest..
prospero a role made fer yer humble hero
why do ya think i called my eldest daughter miranda?
let the language permeate ya
dont try n understand it literally word by word
let it happen in yer heart
its the best stuff
really
not stuffy academic stodge
this is alive
itll make ya laugh n cry at the same time
youll be in love with the heroines
youll hate the villians
its the best
believe me
its the best
i love you crazy fooles
im trying to stick around longer than the bard tho
i know youll be needing me
later on
sk
Monday, March 20, 2006
a loveletter from brisbane
first of all
its this simple
if youre reading my blogge
chances are you aint a "straight"
why would a fucking "straight" read my stuff
what would be the pointe?
so you see
yer disqualified from "straighthood"
even before ya reach for the send comment button
i keep telling ya
this is my diary
im writing it fer me too ya know
dont bust my balls cos youre eavesdroppin on my turf
so i reject all yer furore and froth
(cmon you were offended by fuck their war etc?)
i appreciate those who appreciated my rant
i care about you silent ones too
what a lotta fun
stirring you up
with my hippy polemic
so here i am
in the tropical north
brisbane qld
i am out the back of a newsagents
a furtive chinese guy shows me in here
as if to opium den
(i wish)
fluoro lites killing my eyes and soul
i feel the energy sucked outta me
by the electro stuff in here
tonite we launchy ultc
we need to re hurse
we need to werk all arvo
such a nice city too
with a lot to do here
i cannae longer tarry
see ya about the place
sk
its this simple
if youre reading my blogge
chances are you aint a "straight"
why would a fucking "straight" read my stuff
what would be the pointe?
so you see
yer disqualified from "straighthood"
even before ya reach for the send comment button
i keep telling ya
this is my diary
im writing it fer me too ya know
dont bust my balls cos youre eavesdroppin on my turf
so i reject all yer furore and froth
(cmon you were offended by fuck their war etc?)
i appreciate those who appreciated my rant
i care about you silent ones too
what a lotta fun
stirring you up
with my hippy polemic
so here i am
in the tropical north
brisbane qld
i am out the back of a newsagents
a furtive chinese guy shows me in here
as if to opium den
(i wish)
fluoro lites killing my eyes and soul
i feel the energy sucked outta me
by the electro stuff in here
tonite we launchy ultc
we need to re hurse
we need to werk all arvo
such a nice city too
with a lot to do here
i cannae longer tarry
see ya about the place
sk
Saturday, March 18, 2006
oh my my, im a rank outsider, you can be my partner in crime
good morning you greedy creatures
hows yer life?
whats cooking?
here i am
back in the cafes
very quiet now
autumn in the air
the visitors detach themselves
go off back to germany, sweden, italy, ireland, england
yeah
i guess theyre the ones we mainly get down here
at the best beach in the world
now with its own tv show
and all the hoopla surrounding it
ooohhhh if i drown
or attacked by sharkies
i hope the hunky lifeguard gonna save me
just what ya want when youre getting m to m resuccitation
a fuckin' camera stickin' in yer face
as ya spew up seawater and sand
i tell ya
nothin's sacred these days, sweet baby
everything is fair game
why not have brothel tv
the real life adventures of a crazy gang of hookers
(with hearts of gold, natch)
as they ply their trade in kings cross
or
the real world..junkie
yeah
follow jim the junkie
thru his laff a minute life
as he pawns his guitar, scores, ods
etc etc
everyweek you can vote fer yer fave deelah...
cmon
its a winner
or a bunch of crack addicts on a desert island
the catch
theres plenty of crack
but no matches or lighters
so they gotta rub 2 sticks together to light the olde pipe
hilarious adventures will ensue
nevermind
nevermind all that
i myself am living in the void
of my explosive rant from yessaday
my lovely bro rpk
he ring me up yessaday
he say
tone it down a little olde bouy
the feds are puttin' the squeeze on us
mi5 and the cia have demanded to know my password
and i just found out
that dutch peter is really dick cheney
hes been monitoring me for years in disguise
ever since
"wear a gun and be proud
but bare breasts arent allowed"
cheney rings me up n says
cant we have guns AND tits?
sure dick
if that be yer pleasure
by the way
i heard dick was just yer nickname
aint yer real name penis cheney?
yuck yuck yuck
(at least it aint a rant)
oh my weary readers...
wheres the poetry?
i cant see any comin' today
im in a frivolous mood, i guess
ya see
i been reading a book
about mr billy shakespear
and im thinkin' maybe i cood be a reincarnation
of the bard
because they keep saying all thru the book
one thing about this man
he was a genius AND a nice guy
gee
that kinda reminds me of me
the 2 things dont havva to be mutually exclusive
do they?
now you ask any olde person
whos actually met me
and theyll set you straight
(but not "straight")
oh yeah
sk ...what a lovin' givin' human bein'
specially if they caught me backstage
during 88-90
or when i was jonesin' for jazz
ov corrs
i havin' a little laugh at me own expense here fiendss
actually it is my own expense
cos i pay 6 bux an hour
to type this tripe to you
(but at least it aint a rant)
i dont know who i am
i dont know what to think
sometimes i dont know what to feel
you have the privelege
of seeing me change
day to day
the close up unexpurgated workings
of the mind of a very humble modest
but completely brilliant genius
cmon
how many geniuses do ya know
now dont begrudge me my geniushood status
(even tho it is self conferred)
because ive already got one foot in the grave(y)
and im bound to drop off me perch soon
will it be poison straight from the vial?
lookin down a 44 in west virginny?
(where nk was born)
or some jealous husband
assassinatin me live on stage
at the leather martini club
in downtown brisbane or atlanta
i aint afraid of death actually
funny how as ya get older
death seems less an aberration
and more like a mysterious welcomin' bosom
i aint fuckin' afraid of death
but im scared of the dyin' part
i cant see it bein' a whole loada fun
but ya know what
if the bastaeds do get me
and they got blogges on the other side
im gonna give ya
a hilarious behind the scenes look
at the afterlife
boho heaven
or
"straight hell?"
sk
hows yer life?
whats cooking?
here i am
back in the cafes
very quiet now
autumn in the air
the visitors detach themselves
go off back to germany, sweden, italy, ireland, england
yeah
i guess theyre the ones we mainly get down here
at the best beach in the world
now with its own tv show
and all the hoopla surrounding it
ooohhhh if i drown
or attacked by sharkies
i hope the hunky lifeguard gonna save me
just what ya want when youre getting m to m resuccitation
a fuckin' camera stickin' in yer face
as ya spew up seawater and sand
i tell ya
nothin's sacred these days, sweet baby
everything is fair game
why not have brothel tv
the real life adventures of a crazy gang of hookers
(with hearts of gold, natch)
as they ply their trade in kings cross
or
the real world..junkie
yeah
follow jim the junkie
thru his laff a minute life
as he pawns his guitar, scores, ods
etc etc
everyweek you can vote fer yer fave deelah...
cmon
its a winner
or a bunch of crack addicts on a desert island
the catch
theres plenty of crack
but no matches or lighters
so they gotta rub 2 sticks together to light the olde pipe
hilarious adventures will ensue
nevermind
nevermind all that
i myself am living in the void
of my explosive rant from yessaday
my lovely bro rpk
he ring me up yessaday
he say
tone it down a little olde bouy
the feds are puttin' the squeeze on us
mi5 and the cia have demanded to know my password
and i just found out
that dutch peter is really dick cheney
hes been monitoring me for years in disguise
ever since
"wear a gun and be proud
but bare breasts arent allowed"
cheney rings me up n says
cant we have guns AND tits?
sure dick
if that be yer pleasure
by the way
i heard dick was just yer nickname
aint yer real name penis cheney?
yuck yuck yuck
(at least it aint a rant)
oh my weary readers...
wheres the poetry?
i cant see any comin' today
im in a frivolous mood, i guess
ya see
i been reading a book
about mr billy shakespear
and im thinkin' maybe i cood be a reincarnation
of the bard
because they keep saying all thru the book
one thing about this man
he was a genius AND a nice guy
gee
that kinda reminds me of me
the 2 things dont havva to be mutually exclusive
do they?
now you ask any olde person
whos actually met me
and theyll set you straight
(but not "straight")
oh yeah
sk ...what a lovin' givin' human bein'
specially if they caught me backstage
during 88-90
or when i was jonesin' for jazz
ov corrs
i havin' a little laugh at me own expense here fiendss
actually it is my own expense
cos i pay 6 bux an hour
to type this tripe to you
(but at least it aint a rant)
i dont know who i am
i dont know what to think
sometimes i dont know what to feel
you have the privelege
of seeing me change
day to day
the close up unexpurgated workings
of the mind of a very humble modest
but completely brilliant genius
cmon
how many geniuses do ya know
now dont begrudge me my geniushood status
(even tho it is self conferred)
because ive already got one foot in the grave(y)
and im bound to drop off me perch soon
will it be poison straight from the vial?
lookin down a 44 in west virginny?
(where nk was born)
or some jealous husband
assassinatin me live on stage
at the leather martini club
in downtown brisbane or atlanta
i aint afraid of death actually
funny how as ya get older
death seems less an aberration
and more like a mysterious welcomin' bosom
i aint fuckin' afraid of death
but im scared of the dyin' part
i cant see it bein' a whole loada fun
but ya know what
if the bastaeds do get me
and they got blogges on the other side
im gonna give ya
a hilarious behind the scenes look
at the afterlife
boho heaven
or
"straight hell?"
sk
Friday, March 17, 2006
huffed puffed and bluffed
goode morning, blessed devotee
today im angry
still fuming about the cg
whatta loada baloney
whatta waste of money
whatta a completely infuriating debacle
i tell ya one thing about the fucking "straight" world
its a bluff, baybee
its a bluff
do ya think the imbeciles who organise things
know what theyre doing?
i tell ya they dont have a clue..
say
just
say
i'd been chosen to put on the cgs
do ya think it coulda been worse
if i'd hired a buncha acrobats jugglers dancers
gymnasts boy scouts pyrotechnicians and schoolkids
and said
heres a buncha random costumes
put em on
get in the arena and run around
willy nilly
helter skelter
higgedly piggedly
COULD IT HAVE BEEN A MORE EMBARRASSING FUCKING MESS?
what if i was the prez of the US fuckin' A
could i have fucked up iraq worse than bush
could i have been more unprepared for new orleans
could i make more gaffs
be more ignorant
less travelled
less cultured?
the whole fucking "straight" world
is bluffing us, my fiendss
they do not know what the hell theyre doing
they never fucking have
hitler
napoleon
the monarchs of europe
the caesars
the inquisition
the Church (the other one)
the generals
the whole fucking lot
theyre all "straights"
they bluffing ya
they bluffing us
i tell ya what baby
you come and see the chchru
we KNOW how to play
we been dedicated to this our whole lives
we not fuckin'well pretending
we werent hired by an interview committeee
of more "straight" bluffers
we not having you on
WE KNOW OUR FUCKING GIG
WE DELIVER
im telling ya
observe em
watch em become ministers
about things they know nuthin about
watch em put on huge expensive ceremomies
for dead empires
run by and for "straights"
watch em getcha involved in wars
getcha killed
and then commision a "straight"
to build a lovely cenotaph
for our glorious dead
yeah you motherfucker
it was real glorious
lying in a trench in france
19 and my body trampled into the mud and shit and blood
fuck em
i hate em
the whole fucking lot
tired of their rules
tired of their news papers and gossip rags
tired of their aggression
i dont care if ya the ayatollah
or the prime minister of england
theyre all the fucking same
only the beard and suit is different
theyre bluffing
they wanna control ya
they dont love life or music or real liberty
they tell ya what ya can n cant do
they getcha involved in bullshit
they tax ya
they bomb ya
theyre are anathema
they are the enemy
dont believe it
dont believe em
do ya know the only unanimous motion in parliament?
a motion to raise politicians wages
they all voted yes
olde ugly bloated evil controlling lying scum
fuck your world
fuck your slavery
fuck your empire
fuck your glory
fuck your facelifts and botox
fuck your war
fuck your smart bombs
fuck your spies
fuck your meat
fuck your academy awards
fuck your cigarettes and martinis
fuck your taxes
and fuck your cg ceremony
dont try and ameliorate the situation w/ me
if you feel that im being unfair
if you feel like you could be
a bit of a "straight"
then fuck you too
fuck off
and dont darken my fucking blogge again
thatss it
i aint bluffing
ive had it with em
beware
im mad as hell
and im not gonna take it
sk
boheemian till the day i die
today im angry
still fuming about the cg
whatta loada baloney
whatta waste of money
whatta a completely infuriating debacle
i tell ya one thing about the fucking "straight" world
its a bluff, baybee
its a bluff
do ya think the imbeciles who organise things
know what theyre doing?
i tell ya they dont have a clue..
say
just
say
i'd been chosen to put on the cgs
do ya think it coulda been worse
if i'd hired a buncha acrobats jugglers dancers
gymnasts boy scouts pyrotechnicians and schoolkids
and said
heres a buncha random costumes
put em on
get in the arena and run around
willy nilly
helter skelter
higgedly piggedly
COULD IT HAVE BEEN A MORE EMBARRASSING FUCKING MESS?
what if i was the prez of the US fuckin' A
could i have fucked up iraq worse than bush
could i have been more unprepared for new orleans
could i make more gaffs
be more ignorant
less travelled
less cultured?
the whole fucking "straight" world
is bluffing us, my fiendss
they do not know what the hell theyre doing
they never fucking have
hitler
napoleon
the monarchs of europe
the caesars
the inquisition
the Church (the other one)
the generals
the whole fucking lot
theyre all "straights"
they bluffing ya
they bluffing us
i tell ya what baby
you come and see the chchru
we KNOW how to play
we been dedicated to this our whole lives
we not fuckin'well pretending
we werent hired by an interview committeee
of more "straight" bluffers
we not having you on
WE KNOW OUR FUCKING GIG
WE DELIVER
im telling ya
observe em
watch em become ministers
about things they know nuthin about
watch em put on huge expensive ceremomies
for dead empires
run by and for "straights"
watch em getcha involved in wars
getcha killed
and then commision a "straight"
to build a lovely cenotaph
for our glorious dead
yeah you motherfucker
it was real glorious
lying in a trench in france
19 and my body trampled into the mud and shit and blood
fuck em
i hate em
the whole fucking lot
tired of their rules
tired of their news papers and gossip rags
tired of their aggression
i dont care if ya the ayatollah
or the prime minister of england
theyre all the fucking same
only the beard and suit is different
theyre bluffing
they wanna control ya
they dont love life or music or real liberty
they tell ya what ya can n cant do
they getcha involved in bullshit
they tax ya
they bomb ya
theyre are anathema
they are the enemy
dont believe it
dont believe em
do ya know the only unanimous motion in parliament?
a motion to raise politicians wages
they all voted yes
olde ugly bloated evil controlling lying scum
fuck your world
fuck your slavery
fuck your empire
fuck your glory
fuck your facelifts and botox
fuck your war
fuck your smart bombs
fuck your spies
fuck your meat
fuck your academy awards
fuck your cigarettes and martinis
fuck your taxes
and fuck your cg ceremony
dont try and ameliorate the situation w/ me
if you feel that im being unfair
if you feel like you could be
a bit of a "straight"
then fuck you too
fuck off
and dont darken my fucking blogge again
thatss it
i aint bluffing
ive had it with em
beware
im mad as hell
and im not gonna take it
sk
boheemian till the day i die
Thursday, March 16, 2006
supplementary bloggey #13 and a half
i forgot to mention
i kinda met deltra goode-ram
and the irish git!
aint you envious???!!!
killer
i kinda met deltra goode-ram
and the irish git!
aint you envious???!!!
killer
the games people play now...everynight n everyday now
didja see me?
didja see me?
didja?
no......?
whaddya mean no......?
sorry olde beane
but you was on camera for half a second
you were herd but not scene
what can i say?
am i bitter
nope
am i angry
nope
do i have an explanation
nope, not really
is there an upside
yeah they played milky twice
thats not badde
there were one bilion viewers after all
i couldnae tell ya fiendss
we signed a contract to keep quiet
youd think i'd have a lot more to say on this
but i dont
groucho marx said never work with animals or children
i guess we had both last nite
what an amateurish load of olde tripe
it cost a fortune
and it was useless
do adults really wanna watch exploding wombats
giant fluffy things looking vaguely aboriginal
and loadsa kidss running round
dressed up as anything they apparently liked
oh by the way
that was the melbourne symphony orky
that ya never saw
and the aust ballet
dodging the fuckin' motorbikes
it was the story of a little boy and his duck
(jesus christ!!??)
is this what sports fans like?
and all thru the performance
2 aussie imbeciles
complete with kim n kath accents
explain and interpret it for ya
just what you want
ballett and a hamfisted
running commentary
" yes sharon, this represents
the ingoo bingoo peoples passing on
of the sacred binglebank"
cmon fiendss
you reckon the aborigines like the commonwealth?
yeah
like the incas dig the armada
tell me this
how can we live in this world
and have our intelligence insulted with this tripe
day in
day out
unbelievable...!!
that the right honourable pm worm
is neither right nor honourable
the queen was bored stiff
the entertainment was like something from primary school
the people who put this on get paid the big bucks
to dream up that puerile olde toffee
baybee
i officially disconnect from the whole thing
milky way is a great song
the chchru are the best band extant in this universe
(except the arctic monkeys, of course)
the m.s.o. were wonderful
the rest
however
was a mess
and this is approaching
a vitriolic rant
and you know how badde that is
using up weeks loads of energy
in a short burst of pointless anger
so
im calm
im cool
at one thirty i will be collected
to drive to airporty
fly home to my little fambley
and have tea
evie gets on phone this morning
we didnt see you dad
but you looked really good
thanks evie starr
yer hearts in the right place
so now to ze fuchure
we are launching ultc soon
brissy syddy melby
we will be playing accoostick
doing songs off ultc n bwtb
the tix are expensive
but im afraid p and p
have upped the prices
and im obliged to pass it on to you
(jus' joshin' ya!)
yer gonna get tin mine
the history of the chchru phase 3
(the powles years)
plus a new live version of all i know
plus leverage
a shoogaysery thing i guess
we will also be selling ultc there
hey this is ugly!!
im spruiking product on mah sacred blogge!!
i only did it once before:
jlk says mention guilty tripe on the blogge
so i do
next day he says
dont do that again
its unseemly
go frigga that my fiendish slaves
everything is paradox
everything is flux
everything is improbable
dont believe yer eyes
listen with yer heart
and carry a big (buddha)stick
anyway
who on earth would be listening to my advice
im just an olde rocker
who happens to be a genius at a few things
so what
theyre a dime a dirty dozen these days
yep, the great genius glut of 06
ha ha ha ha ha
listen
i hope ya got some buzz outta last nite
ah ya know
i diddit jus' for you
(and the huge remuneration)
i love you wallies
sk
didja see me?
didja?
no......?
whaddya mean no......?
sorry olde beane
but you was on camera for half a second
you were herd but not scene
what can i say?
am i bitter
nope
am i angry
nope
do i have an explanation
nope, not really
is there an upside
yeah they played milky twice
thats not badde
there were one bilion viewers after all
i couldnae tell ya fiendss
we signed a contract to keep quiet
youd think i'd have a lot more to say on this
but i dont
groucho marx said never work with animals or children
i guess we had both last nite
what an amateurish load of olde tripe
it cost a fortune
and it was useless
do adults really wanna watch exploding wombats
giant fluffy things looking vaguely aboriginal
and loadsa kidss running round
dressed up as anything they apparently liked
oh by the way
that was the melbourne symphony orky
that ya never saw
and the aust ballet
dodging the fuckin' motorbikes
it was the story of a little boy and his duck
(jesus christ!!??)
is this what sports fans like?
and all thru the performance
2 aussie imbeciles
complete with kim n kath accents
explain and interpret it for ya
just what you want
ballett and a hamfisted
running commentary
" yes sharon, this represents
the ingoo bingoo peoples passing on
of the sacred binglebank"
cmon fiendss
you reckon the aborigines like the commonwealth?
yeah
like the incas dig the armada
tell me this
how can we live in this world
and have our intelligence insulted with this tripe
day in
day out
unbelievable...!!
that the right honourable pm worm
is neither right nor honourable
the queen was bored stiff
the entertainment was like something from primary school
the people who put this on get paid the big bucks
to dream up that puerile olde toffee
baybee
i officially disconnect from the whole thing
milky way is a great song
the chchru are the best band extant in this universe
(except the arctic monkeys, of course)
the m.s.o. were wonderful
the rest
however
was a mess
and this is approaching
a vitriolic rant
and you know how badde that is
using up weeks loads of energy
in a short burst of pointless anger
so
im calm
im cool
at one thirty i will be collected
to drive to airporty
fly home to my little fambley
and have tea
evie gets on phone this morning
we didnt see you dad
but you looked really good
thanks evie starr
yer hearts in the right place
so now to ze fuchure
we are launching ultc soon
brissy syddy melby
we will be playing accoostick
doing songs off ultc n bwtb
the tix are expensive
but im afraid p and p
have upped the prices
and im obliged to pass it on to you
(jus' joshin' ya!)
yer gonna get tin mine
the history of the chchru phase 3
(the powles years)
plus a new live version of all i know
plus leverage
a shoogaysery thing i guess
we will also be selling ultc there
hey this is ugly!!
im spruiking product on mah sacred blogge!!
i only did it once before:
jlk says mention guilty tripe on the blogge
so i do
next day he says
dont do that again
its unseemly
go frigga that my fiendish slaves
everything is paradox
everything is flux
everything is improbable
dont believe yer eyes
listen with yer heart
and carry a big (buddha)stick
anyway
who on earth would be listening to my advice
im just an olde rocker
who happens to be a genius at a few things
so what
theyre a dime a dirty dozen these days
yep, the great genius glut of 06
ha ha ha ha ha
listen
i hope ya got some buzz outta last nite
ah ya know
i diddit jus' for you
(and the huge remuneration)
i love you wallies
sk
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
altogether now :BIG DEAL!
sk wakes up early
not feelin too good there, olde bean?
are you hanging out fer yer endorphins?
oh nasty feeling
restless fevery troubled
its great having a mind like mine
when its under control
but when im sick or delerious
or anxious or bad drug experience
or
especially gettin' off the olde gearski
then
then, my darling devotees
sks mind bites him on the arse
all the songs
all the words
all the ideas
all the memories
going round and round
a tornado of maddening fragments
a circulating mind of useless disinformation
torment
oh believe me
it is torment
here lies the little bit of truth
in that olde adage
genius is pain
(and sks in agony)
the hindus say the mind is your greatest friend
or worst enemy
depending on your control of it
but if i must control my mind
who is the i
if not the mind itself
you mean some part of my feverish mind
must detach itself and control the rest?
no
i mean i
not the mind
you see i always thought i was my mind
my mind was me
i didnt realise i owned a mind
you see i was trusting the mind for my information
i thought i was the car
but i was the driver
now i aint gonna spell this idea out for ya
too much
try to observe yer mind
going thru its antics
its hilarious watching it twuist and squirm
coming up with the bullshit
it uses to keep you enthralled
aint that so, donald b?
i told ya i wassa gonna mention ya
fiendss some of my best and dearly cherished friends
live in this city
im in right now
yessaday
i meet up with a legendary australian boheemian
if they have the word boheemian in a dictionary
you could put a picture of mr sam s in there
fiendss
they dont make this model any more
this guy is the real boheemian deal
he makes me feel like jeb bush..
i meet up with ss outside melb art gallery
tall and slim
hes dressed in a weird olde coat
baggy pants that are too short
and under a shirt
a kind of sailors tshirt
or something
he sports white stubble
and his thick sleek hair is
starting to turn grey
but in an amazing swirl
starting at his temples
we jump in his ancient renault
now ss maybe a great boheemian writer and legend
but his driving and his car
leave a little to be desired
the car shudders jerks and gasps down the road
ss is acting like an observant driver
that is hes acting
but the acting is taking up his actual concentration
im sorry ss
you are all right brain, baby
the whole episode is a comedy
of ss losing and finding stuff
his keys
his bits of paper
we go to a bistro
we talk of many things
dont try n bluff this dude
that youve read blah blah blah
cos he probably really has
and can quote it
i saw one of ss plays in 2004
absolutely amazing
if chris marlowe had written this
he would have been well pleased
it was weird wonderful
and
entertaining
as the theatre should be
ss my hats off to ya
in all ways
a true son of the revolution
a boheemian original
too brilliant
to find his own keys in his pocket
of course we met up with db
another handsome laidback gentleman
a real gentleman
a quieter more sensible version of ss
strangely youthful and calm
his presence i have always found soothing
we both still amazed by ss general carryon
even after all these years
with a final session of key losing
ss splutters off into the sunset
what a shame
he should be driving a jaguar
hes got more talent and originality
than the rest of oz showbiz put together
me and db drive off
on that lovely coastal drive
i have always loved
(reminding me of childhood holidays here)
till we come to mr simon ps gaff
a lovely sprawling cottage
with a ultra hi tech rec studio
and a lovely ramblin' garden
complete with triumph herald
quietly rusting
simon p. is the brainz behind mimesis
which you aint heard yet off course
so you dont know how bloody goode it is
sp is another genius
but in the sonic arts
he makes it sound expensive and luxurious
hes one of the best
and hes a cocky bastard
quite iconoclastic
joined by colin
whos scottish and plays the keys on mimesis
and o m
sps missus
we go to a jappy restaurant
where i enjoy the age dashi dofu
sp eats drinks and bes merry
and a goode time was had by all
ruined only by sks occaisional rants
and outpourings of vitriol
when certain peoples names are mentioned
(a load of petty bullshit i assure you!)
thanks for everything
all of you
sometimes i wish i did live down here...
on to to day
once there was a little country
that had its go
just like they all do
from egypt greece rome babylon whoever
they have a go at empire
then their little big empire crumbled
gee
you coulda seen that coming
they had the fucking hide to treat
the hindus like savages
stiff upper lip turkeys educated and buggered at eton
coming to india
killing maiming imprisoning
and looking down their pale pommy noses
at the greatest philosophers on this planet
a sublime and beautiful religion
far beyond the feeble victorianencrusted minds
of the english
now im an englishman
so im allowed to say this
an upper class english bigot
is among the most embarrassing things
you could ever see
and the idiots that fucked up india
were no exception
this just one example of ye olde empire
we still celebrated empire day
when i was a kid
can you tell me one place
that the english went
that they didnt fuck up?
oh antarctica....ok...
any way now we got the commonwealth
(thats the engish word for a crumbled empire)
and the commonwealth is havin some games
altogether now: BIG DEAL
see ya round you crazy fooles
sk
not feelin too good there, olde bean?
are you hanging out fer yer endorphins?
oh nasty feeling
restless fevery troubled
its great having a mind like mine
when its under control
but when im sick or delerious
or anxious or bad drug experience
or
especially gettin' off the olde gearski
then
then, my darling devotees
sks mind bites him on the arse
all the songs
all the words
all the ideas
all the memories
going round and round
a tornado of maddening fragments
a circulating mind of useless disinformation
torment
oh believe me
it is torment
here lies the little bit of truth
in that olde adage
genius is pain
(and sks in agony)
the hindus say the mind is your greatest friend
or worst enemy
depending on your control of it
but if i must control my mind
who is the i
if not the mind itself
you mean some part of my feverish mind
must detach itself and control the rest?
no
i mean i
not the mind
you see i always thought i was my mind
my mind was me
i didnt realise i owned a mind
you see i was trusting the mind for my information
i thought i was the car
but i was the driver
now i aint gonna spell this idea out for ya
too much
try to observe yer mind
going thru its antics
its hilarious watching it twuist and squirm
coming up with the bullshit
it uses to keep you enthralled
aint that so, donald b?
i told ya i wassa gonna mention ya
fiendss some of my best and dearly cherished friends
live in this city
im in right now
yessaday
i meet up with a legendary australian boheemian
if they have the word boheemian in a dictionary
you could put a picture of mr sam s in there
fiendss
they dont make this model any more
this guy is the real boheemian deal
he makes me feel like jeb bush..
i meet up with ss outside melb art gallery
tall and slim
hes dressed in a weird olde coat
baggy pants that are too short
and under a shirt
a kind of sailors tshirt
or something
he sports white stubble
and his thick sleek hair is
starting to turn grey
but in an amazing swirl
starting at his temples
we jump in his ancient renault
now ss maybe a great boheemian writer and legend
but his driving and his car
leave a little to be desired
the car shudders jerks and gasps down the road
ss is acting like an observant driver
that is hes acting
but the acting is taking up his actual concentration
im sorry ss
you are all right brain, baby
the whole episode is a comedy
of ss losing and finding stuff
his keys
his bits of paper
we go to a bistro
we talk of many things
dont try n bluff this dude
that youve read blah blah blah
cos he probably really has
and can quote it
i saw one of ss plays in 2004
absolutely amazing
if chris marlowe had written this
he would have been well pleased
it was weird wonderful
and
entertaining
as the theatre should be
ss my hats off to ya
in all ways
a true son of the revolution
a boheemian original
too brilliant
to find his own keys in his pocket
of course we met up with db
another handsome laidback gentleman
a real gentleman
a quieter more sensible version of ss
strangely youthful and calm
his presence i have always found soothing
we both still amazed by ss general carryon
even after all these years
with a final session of key losing
ss splutters off into the sunset
what a shame
he should be driving a jaguar
hes got more talent and originality
than the rest of oz showbiz put together
me and db drive off
on that lovely coastal drive
i have always loved
(reminding me of childhood holidays here)
till we come to mr simon ps gaff
a lovely sprawling cottage
with a ultra hi tech rec studio
and a lovely ramblin' garden
complete with triumph herald
quietly rusting
simon p. is the brainz behind mimesis
which you aint heard yet off course
so you dont know how bloody goode it is
sp is another genius
but in the sonic arts
he makes it sound expensive and luxurious
hes one of the best
and hes a cocky bastard
quite iconoclastic
joined by colin
whos scottish and plays the keys on mimesis
and o m
sps missus
we go to a jappy restaurant
where i enjoy the age dashi dofu
sp eats drinks and bes merry
and a goode time was had by all
ruined only by sks occaisional rants
and outpourings of vitriol
when certain peoples names are mentioned
(a load of petty bullshit i assure you!)
thanks for everything
all of you
sometimes i wish i did live down here...
on to to day
once there was a little country
that had its go
just like they all do
from egypt greece rome babylon whoever
they have a go at empire
then their little big empire crumbled
gee
you coulda seen that coming
they had the fucking hide to treat
the hindus like savages
stiff upper lip turkeys educated and buggered at eton
coming to india
killing maiming imprisoning
and looking down their pale pommy noses
at the greatest philosophers on this planet
a sublime and beautiful religion
far beyond the feeble victorianencrusted minds
of the english
now im an englishman
so im allowed to say this
an upper class english bigot
is among the most embarrassing things
you could ever see
and the idiots that fucked up india
were no exception
this just one example of ye olde empire
we still celebrated empire day
when i was a kid
can you tell me one place
that the english went
that they didnt fuck up?
oh antarctica....ok...
any way now we got the commonwealth
(thats the engish word for a crumbled empire)
and the commonwealth is havin some games
altogether now: BIG DEAL
see ya round you crazy fooles
sk
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
gloria regina ad absurdum
elisabeth bursts into my dressing room
whoops sorry...hey, it smells goode in here bouys...
mind if i pull up a throne?
the chchru look around between themselves
were havin a bizness meeting actually..
elisabeth frowns
give us a toke and i'll piss off
she undoes a crown lager with her cigarette lighter
i hand her my spliff
which is a blend of gippsland organic
and some bondi junction hydro
i didnt know ya smoked i exhaled
yeah yeah sure sure
but i get so fucking bored at all these ceremonies
what else is here to do?
john lennon got me started...
any way my great granny vickie smoked like a fiend
for her periods and that kinda thing..
stoned periods more like...
she coughs a bit
i hate the way you bloody aussies
do it without tobacco
tp looks up
so beggars can be choosers?
with his damaged nose he looks menacing
sorry boys
i didnae mean it to sound like a complaint
she stands up
straightens her frock
and kicks her corgi up the arse
come on you little bastard
oooohhhh hes such a lazy little sod
she leaves
before we have a chance to say anything at all
she pokes her head round the door again
her eyes by now red and rolling
boys!
mums the word allright?
she taps her nose and gives us a wink
ten minutes later a knock at the door
a tall elderly gent
sorry to interrupt olde bean but...
yeah yeah i say
cmon in
after phil has toked up
he takes me aside
no chance of any of that he says
touching his right nostril
and grinning
nah
you gotta go down the athletes village for that
he laughs and departs
oh one last thing boys
mums the word....ok?
sure you olde regent
except fer mah bloggy
sk
obe
whoops sorry...hey, it smells goode in here bouys...
mind if i pull up a throne?
the chchru look around between themselves
were havin a bizness meeting actually..
elisabeth frowns
give us a toke and i'll piss off
she undoes a crown lager with her cigarette lighter
i hand her my spliff
which is a blend of gippsland organic
and some bondi junction hydro
i didnt know ya smoked i exhaled
yeah yeah sure sure
but i get so fucking bored at all these ceremonies
what else is here to do?
john lennon got me started...
any way my great granny vickie smoked like a fiend
for her periods and that kinda thing..
stoned periods more like...
she coughs a bit
i hate the way you bloody aussies
do it without tobacco
tp looks up
so beggars can be choosers?
with his damaged nose he looks menacing
sorry boys
i didnae mean it to sound like a complaint
she stands up
straightens her frock
and kicks her corgi up the arse
come on you little bastard
oooohhhh hes such a lazy little sod
she leaves
before we have a chance to say anything at all
she pokes her head round the door again
her eyes by now red and rolling
boys!
mums the word allright?
she taps her nose and gives us a wink
ten minutes later a knock at the door
a tall elderly gent
sorry to interrupt olde bean but...
yeah yeah i say
cmon in
after phil has toked up
he takes me aside
no chance of any of that he says
touching his right nostril
and grinning
nah
you gotta go down the athletes village for that
he laughs and departs
oh one last thing boys
mums the word....ok?
sure you olde regent
except fer mah bloggy
sk
obe
Monday, March 13, 2006
full metal dress rehearsal
you cant go thru
but we have this
im sorry that doesnt get you thru
but what about this
no thatll get you thru up there but not here
but it got us thru back there..
thats back there, this is here
who is your supervisor
im talking to him now
what does he say
he says he doesnt know
what can we do then
you can wait over there
but we need to get in
thats not my problem....
oh well
the land of red tape
rools n reguulations
hello im george the public servant
im getting paid more than you
to stride around talking into this headset
peppering the conversation
with things like:
negative
copy that
roger blue foxtrot
we got 11 longhaired friends of jesus
in a chatreuse micro-bus
we meet at least a thousand of these dudes
they got shiny bums everywhere
(thats what we call public servants)
hey the big top head honcho is here
he approaches us
we shake hands
hes a nice guy actually
he got us in for this gig after all
but a shiny bum next to us
says into his headset to whoever
i got harry the head honcho here at the stage
harry gets angry
who you telling that?
cant i go anywhere and just talk without all that?
the shiny shrinks away obediently, suitably chastened
a ha ha ha
you gotta love it
they got thousands of guys
runnin' everywhere
all kinds of giant props
costumes
actors
dancers
performers
the crews
the techs
the volunteers
we run thru our number
ok im impressed
everyone lookin' around
slappin' each other on the back
tp sufferin nasty lacerations to his nose
seriously cut bruised n twisted
what happened tp i say
you takes my arm and smirks
you should see the other guy...
now i have NEVER seen a more patient
peacelovin' man than tp
he will go to xxtra ordinary lengths
to be calm
even as chaos erupts around him
one morning we were in the middle of nowhere
in mid america
one of the states that begins with i?
we had just stayed the nite in an awful establishment
everyone was tired angry and emotional
we are travellin in 2 cars
tp mwp and roadies
and me and pk and tour mannyger
tp comes over to our car
he says wanna get breakfast here
we say no
weve eaten
drive on
he goes over to other car
they so no
eat
stay
we hungry
tp comes back over to us
we say definitely no
lets go
no eating now
tim silently walks away into middle of car park
both cars watching him
he screams at the heavens
FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!
then silently walks off
i wish i had his patience
anyway
i wonder if he's nailed some ratbag?
attacked by a possum?
injured by a rogue cymbal?
i guess he'll say when he's ready
boy, that make ups gotta hurt
when it goes on that cut tho...
people
last night
this city was going wild
there were giant fish in the river
lit up with coloured lights
kids running thru fountains
warm wind
black hot night
about 34 i'd say
people everywhere
playing
juggling
kissing
fighting
strolling
ambling
staggering
limping
olde bags done up to the nines
reclaimed dockland area
now nouveau sparkly upgraded
japanese and italian restauranty
people eating at outdoor places
cruises going up n down the river
lights red and blue and black river
it could be anywhere
anytime
wild
exciting
a little sad
i amma lone in this big crowd
i walk for hours
exhilarated by the night and the people
it was lovely fiendsss
oh yeah i dipped my hand in the pool
its heated up like bathwater
nice temp for the germs to do their laps
whats the point
water should be cold
especially when its boiling hot out side
what a lame brain idea
do yer laps in there
and afterwards yer gonna feel reel strange
a word to the wise guy
choose cold
avoid this tepid muck
chemical luke warm piddle pool
but gee
it sure looks nice
hey guess what fiendss
i gotta go back to mah gig
we gotta run over some stuff
i wanna be denied entry
by some uniformed gooseball
and then see him shrivel
when the controller blasts him
for keeping the headline talent
outta his own adressing room
oh well
cant be two careful
now listen
all this is jus' fer you guys on here
dont blabbe about this to ANYONE
just read it
and
forget it
don' get me inna trubble now
willya?
discretion is needed
dont make me send round tp to yer house!
bye
sk
on her majesties secretive service
but we have this
im sorry that doesnt get you thru
but what about this
no thatll get you thru up there but not here
but it got us thru back there..
thats back there, this is here
who is your supervisor
im talking to him now
what does he say
he says he doesnt know
what can we do then
you can wait over there
but we need to get in
thats not my problem....
oh well
the land of red tape
rools n reguulations
hello im george the public servant
im getting paid more than you
to stride around talking into this headset
peppering the conversation
with things like:
negative
copy that
roger blue foxtrot
we got 11 longhaired friends of jesus
in a chatreuse micro-bus
we meet at least a thousand of these dudes
they got shiny bums everywhere
(thats what we call public servants)
hey the big top head honcho is here
he approaches us
we shake hands
hes a nice guy actually
he got us in for this gig after all
but a shiny bum next to us
says into his headset to whoever
i got harry the head honcho here at the stage
harry gets angry
who you telling that?
cant i go anywhere and just talk without all that?
the shiny shrinks away obediently, suitably chastened
a ha ha ha
you gotta love it
they got thousands of guys
runnin' everywhere
all kinds of giant props
costumes
actors
dancers
performers
the crews
the techs
the volunteers
we run thru our number
ok im impressed
everyone lookin' around
slappin' each other on the back
tp sufferin nasty lacerations to his nose
seriously cut bruised n twisted
what happened tp i say
you takes my arm and smirks
you should see the other guy...
now i have NEVER seen a more patient
peacelovin' man than tp
he will go to xxtra ordinary lengths
to be calm
even as chaos erupts around him
one morning we were in the middle of nowhere
in mid america
one of the states that begins with i?
we had just stayed the nite in an awful establishment
everyone was tired angry and emotional
we are travellin in 2 cars
tp mwp and roadies
and me and pk and tour mannyger
tp comes over to our car
he says wanna get breakfast here
we say no
weve eaten
drive on
he goes over to other car
they so no
eat
stay
we hungry
tp comes back over to us
we say definitely no
lets go
no eating now
tim silently walks away into middle of car park
both cars watching him
he screams at the heavens
FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!
then silently walks off
i wish i had his patience
anyway
i wonder if he's nailed some ratbag?
attacked by a possum?
injured by a rogue cymbal?
i guess he'll say when he's ready
boy, that make ups gotta hurt
when it goes on that cut tho...
people
last night
this city was going wild
there were giant fish in the river
lit up with coloured lights
kids running thru fountains
warm wind
black hot night
about 34 i'd say
people everywhere
playing
juggling
kissing
fighting
strolling
ambling
staggering
limping
olde bags done up to the nines
reclaimed dockland area
now nouveau sparkly upgraded
japanese and italian restauranty
people eating at outdoor places
cruises going up n down the river
lights red and blue and black river
it could be anywhere
anytime
wild
exciting
a little sad
i amma lone in this big crowd
i walk for hours
exhilarated by the night and the people
it was lovely fiendsss
oh yeah i dipped my hand in the pool
its heated up like bathwater
nice temp for the germs to do their laps
whats the point
water should be cold
especially when its boiling hot out side
what a lame brain idea
do yer laps in there
and afterwards yer gonna feel reel strange
a word to the wise guy
choose cold
avoid this tepid muck
chemical luke warm piddle pool
but gee
it sure looks nice
hey guess what fiendss
i gotta go back to mah gig
we gotta run over some stuff
i wanna be denied entry
by some uniformed gooseball
and then see him shrivel
when the controller blasts him
for keeping the headline talent
outta his own adressing room
oh well
cant be two careful
now listen
all this is jus' fer you guys on here
dont blabbe about this to ANYONE
just read it
and
forget it
don' get me inna trubble now
willya?
discretion is needed
dont make me send round tp to yer house!
bye
sk
on her majesties secretive service
Sunday, March 12, 2006
send in the crowns
uh?
its sunday arvo
i look around
i am sitting at a table
at a computer
next to me a young asian woman
hammers the keys like a virtuoso
ahead of me
an italian looking family drink coffee
and discuss the stuff
italian looking families discuss
in places like this
outside the huge windows at the side
a blue indoor swimming pool stretches away
the ripples running up and down it
outside that
a rooftop deck
wooden floor white umbrellas
folks guzzlin' cocktails
tanned and fit looking upwardly mobile
30 something wasp metrosexual yuppie elite scum
yeah
whatever
next
waita doggone mexican minute
this aint even sydney
i go check out the skyline
city and river
trees
cars
trams
hmmmm
that should give ya a clue
why am i here
bound to silence
sworn to secrecy
what does this mean
i retire to green patch
adjacent hotel
i smoke a half a family size spliff
i smuggled my own p and p mix
selected for moistness
texture
and passport to smoking pleasure
i come back to computer
this next bit is to everyone
in and out of my life
i know you know i know
whats going on
yeah its a little game
(sigh)
you do know why im here
i know why im here
but
i am bound and constrained
to leave you in the dark
big deal my druids and priestesses
you think i's gonna be impressed
with this load of olde malarkey
yeah yeah
yeah
as wide eyed and naive as i am
in most things,
this carry on leaves me
colde
i'd rather be home painting music
its full of fucking "straights"
petit bore jwah
upperclass toffs
(IN AUSTRALIA, PLEASE)
old guys wandering around in bathrobes
yeah
just my scene
tomorrow
we begin nicenearly
doing whatever it is
frankly i have no idea
itll be a load of old bollocks fer sure
i'll keep my eyes peeled
for an exciting behind the scenes
look at the "straight" whirld
yep
like lifting up a big rock in a garden
you can see all kinds of strange creatures
scurrying round in their natural habby tat
well im seeing it
its as dull as i always thought
its ....
aw shucks
you know what it is
and the room aint nuthin special either
its stuffed full of stuff
they want ya to use
then charge ya triple the price
the room has a cold empty feeling
i loathe it
i walked in and i was instantly lonely
who designed this room
ive been in bus shelters that had
more fucking coziness
this feng shui nitemare
in white and chrome
i overlook a bleak vista
its 35 degrees here
but my room feels like a mausoleum
cold sterile dustless air
window permanently shut
yeah
who likes fresh air anyway
i wanna be cooped up in this cell
a complete hospitality failure
i bet the pool water is tepid
and full of wee wee
i aint fuckein' swimmin in there
after my sea pool at home
so ya see
luxury is a luxury
i can ill afford
but im gonna do my yoga tonite
in that adjacent gardeny block
one blade of grass means more
(to me)
than this entire establishment
and its ritual and ceremony
madonna comes on the pa
completing the entire picture of phoniness
cmon now sk
get off this subject
i dont think i can
more reports soon
i promise
but...
keep ya mouth shut
ok?
you know i love ya!!
sk
in disguise
its sunday arvo
i look around
i am sitting at a table
at a computer
next to me a young asian woman
hammers the keys like a virtuoso
ahead of me
an italian looking family drink coffee
and discuss the stuff
italian looking families discuss
in places like this
outside the huge windows at the side
a blue indoor swimming pool stretches away
the ripples running up and down it
outside that
a rooftop deck
wooden floor white umbrellas
folks guzzlin' cocktails
tanned and fit looking upwardly mobile
30 something wasp metrosexual yuppie elite scum
yeah
whatever
next
waita doggone mexican minute
this aint even sydney
i go check out the skyline
city and river
trees
cars
trams
hmmmm
that should give ya a clue
why am i here
bound to silence
sworn to secrecy
what does this mean
i retire to green patch
adjacent hotel
i smoke a half a family size spliff
i smuggled my own p and p mix
selected for moistness
texture
and passport to smoking pleasure
i come back to computer
this next bit is to everyone
in and out of my life
i know you know i know
whats going on
yeah its a little game
(sigh)
you do know why im here
i know why im here
but
i am bound and constrained
to leave you in the dark
big deal my druids and priestesses
you think i's gonna be impressed
with this load of olde malarkey
yeah yeah
yeah
as wide eyed and naive as i am
in most things,
this carry on leaves me
colde
i'd rather be home painting music
its full of fucking "straights"
petit bore jwah
upperclass toffs
(IN AUSTRALIA, PLEASE)
old guys wandering around in bathrobes
yeah
just my scene
tomorrow
we begin nicenearly
doing whatever it is
frankly i have no idea
itll be a load of old bollocks fer sure
i'll keep my eyes peeled
for an exciting behind the scenes
look at the "straight" whirld
yep
like lifting up a big rock in a garden
you can see all kinds of strange creatures
scurrying round in their natural habby tat
well im seeing it
its as dull as i always thought
its ....
aw shucks
you know what it is
and the room aint nuthin special either
its stuffed full of stuff
they want ya to use
then charge ya triple the price
the room has a cold empty feeling
i loathe it
i walked in and i was instantly lonely
who designed this room
ive been in bus shelters that had
more fucking coziness
this feng shui nitemare
in white and chrome
i overlook a bleak vista
its 35 degrees here
but my room feels like a mausoleum
cold sterile dustless air
window permanently shut
yeah
who likes fresh air anyway
i wanna be cooped up in this cell
a complete hospitality failure
i bet the pool water is tepid
and full of wee wee
i aint fuckein' swimmin in there
after my sea pool at home
so ya see
luxury is a luxury
i can ill afford
but im gonna do my yoga tonite
in that adjacent gardeny block
one blade of grass means more
(to me)
than this entire establishment
and its ritual and ceremony
madonna comes on the pa
completing the entire picture of phoniness
cmon now sk
get off this subject
i dont think i can
more reports soon
i promise
but...
keep ya mouth shut
ok?
you know i love ya!!
sk
in disguise
Friday, March 10, 2006
if you could just hold still....
greetings earthlings
this will bee but a short blogge today
the further thoughts of nevets yeblik
so much on my mind right now
so many things coming to fruition
bad news
good news
the trick (which i have not yet mastered)
is to stay even, steven
dont go up and down with this world
dont get sucked into the argument
ignore the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
last nite i watched tarnation
a movie a guy made about his life
cinema verite
absolutely brilliant
as someone said a few days ago
i have a song on there
a record i made hundreds of years ago
in 1988
featuring ms d thayer on vocals
the song was diviner
the guy in the film actually mimed to this song
i was very proud to be in the film
check it out
its heavy but its good
tell em olde sk sent ya!
i have so many calls to make
so many things to remember
times to juggle
meetings, deals, blah blah blah
i must remember who i am
i must not be swayed this way and that
i must not get angry with little insects
that pester and hamper me
failure and success
fame and infamy
rich and poor
loved and unloved
these are the poles that keep us turning
chasing this
running from that
people who used to idolise me
wanna crucify me now
people who wanted to know me
now they dont wanna know me
sometimes i wish i was a bricklayer
didnt have to hear all the praise and blame
charms and blues
be like this
be like that
dont write yer blogg anymore
i dont want to know about you...
write more personal stuff
write more about the chchru
write more about 1988
when i was impressed
sing this song
dont get old
act yer age
quick, relax
so many voices clamouring
i need to keep cool
consider my options
funny enuff
no one ever wants to fuck with me face to face
all the critics and criticisers
gee when i meet ya yer so kind and polite
only brave when its once removed, aint ya!
come backstage and tell me yerself how i suck
or piss off and let me be
anyway im trying to get above it
trying not to fight fire with fire
trying to let it all go
so much happening
AAAARGHHH!
i'll see ya all soon
sk
this will bee but a short blogge today
the further thoughts of nevets yeblik
so much on my mind right now
so many things coming to fruition
bad news
good news
the trick (which i have not yet mastered)
is to stay even, steven
dont go up and down with this world
dont get sucked into the argument
ignore the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
last nite i watched tarnation
a movie a guy made about his life
cinema verite
absolutely brilliant
as someone said a few days ago
i have a song on there
a record i made hundreds of years ago
in 1988
featuring ms d thayer on vocals
the song was diviner
the guy in the film actually mimed to this song
i was very proud to be in the film
check it out
its heavy but its good
tell em olde sk sent ya!
i have so many calls to make
so many things to remember
times to juggle
meetings, deals, blah blah blah
i must remember who i am
i must not be swayed this way and that
i must not get angry with little insects
that pester and hamper me
failure and success
fame and infamy
rich and poor
loved and unloved
these are the poles that keep us turning
chasing this
running from that
people who used to idolise me
wanna crucify me now
people who wanted to know me
now they dont wanna know me
sometimes i wish i was a bricklayer
didnt have to hear all the praise and blame
charms and blues
be like this
be like that
dont write yer blogg anymore
i dont want to know about you...
write more personal stuff
write more about the chchru
write more about 1988
when i was impressed
sing this song
dont get old
act yer age
quick, relax
so many voices clamouring
i need to keep cool
consider my options
funny enuff
no one ever wants to fuck with me face to face
all the critics and criticisers
gee when i meet ya yer so kind and polite
only brave when its once removed, aint ya!
come backstage and tell me yerself how i suck
or piss off and let me be
anyway im trying to get above it
trying not to fight fire with fire
trying to let it all go
so much happening
AAAARGHHH!
i'll see ya all soon
sk
Thursday, March 09, 2006
i will lose all that i will find
this is harder than i thought
writing something everyday for your enjoyment
i m so worried youre gonna switch off
i know its not amazingly goode everyday
i appreciate you sticking with it
im so grateful to you
maybe i could slip you a few bucks
everyweek
for reading this blogge
im paranoid in case my numbers slip
i havent learnt to decipher
the figures and the pie charts yet though
anyway
ive been subtly experimenting with pentameter
well for one or 2 sentences
shakespeare wrote all his plays in that
it doesnt necessarily seem like it at first
or to our modern ears
but almost everything in shakes
is going
dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
hey isnt that by sting as well?
so imagine that, ye literary minded fiends
think of all those great lines
AND
all beating in time
occaisionally a servant or some one
will speak in ordinary talk
ah the many devices
wordsmiths have up their sleeveys
for your pleasure
the rhyming schemes
the meters
the on a mat appear
the allusions
the illusions
the surprises
the patterns
the format
the love
it has to get back to love
if we dont love what we're doing
why would anyone else?
i keep telling you how i love you
how i love writing my bloggey for your erudition
only
because love is no cheap commodity
ive been in love with words
for thousands of years
just like you
just for you
justice for you
justice hidden
there i go
as it occurs to me
as it recurs to me
i cant be bothered with all the games anymore
wasting my life playin' meaningless games
jumpin' thru somebodies hoop
pokin' around in some muddypuddle
all muddled up
huddled
but uncuddled
what do you expect
this is erf, aint it?
any way i have ceased to pretend
fiendss
draw whatever conclusions you like
im tired of politically correct
im tired of appearances
this is me
who else could it be
my blogge is my mirror
cant you see who i am
im different everyday
just like you
i didnt think i'd still be commenting
on unguarded moment 26 years later
you never know whats gonna happen
or whats gonna happen to ya
think about that
if ya get a minuet
or waltzever
i dunno
there are all these forks in the road
of your life
never know when theyre coming up
never know when you gonna say
how the fuck did all this happen???
careful
careful with everything
a olde black gentleman
in memphis tennis sea
once said to me
son
go lightly
and carry a big stick
i have pondered this loadsa times
since he said this many many years ago
go lightly
such good advice
dont stomp thru everything
a bull in a chinese shop
take it easy
easy baby
ta det lugnt
they say in sweden
when the swedes say easy tho
they pronounce the z sound
EEZEE
as an s sound
EESEE
same with stars
STARZ
the swedes say STARSS
i always thought that this somehow
sounded like more starss
than our starz
i was always similiarly impressed
when some swedish narkoman
would hissss
take it fukking eesee man...!
it sounded like i had to be more easy than just plain
old english easy
if you know what i mean
funny that i was thinking of linguistics
while i was on the gear
back in those naughty nasty nineties
so there you go
im always on the job with language
always trying to figger out
a new way to turn you on
to keep you reading my blogge
so i can keep the ratings up
at the bottom of this page
i could conceal em from ya
if i wanted
then i could tell ya
that im pulling ten thousand a day
but i choose to remain transparent
no closets in my skellington fiendss
anyway
im changing my gig from the 1st
to the 15
give me more time
to have some guitar lessons
and learn the chord to my song
i cant imagine why you foreigners
arent swarming down here
to see this
god
im gonna be amazing
it will be the definitive performance
of my life
climbing to the top
of a hundred foot tower
i will dive
into a wet sponge
this could bee an analogy
it could bee you
you should bee there
oh
and
i'll be seeing you
me x
writing something everyday for your enjoyment
i m so worried youre gonna switch off
i know its not amazingly goode everyday
i appreciate you sticking with it
im so grateful to you
maybe i could slip you a few bucks
everyweek
for reading this blogge
im paranoid in case my numbers slip
i havent learnt to decipher
the figures and the pie charts yet though
anyway
ive been subtly experimenting with pentameter
well for one or 2 sentences
shakespeare wrote all his plays in that
it doesnt necessarily seem like it at first
or to our modern ears
but almost everything in shakes
is going
dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
hey isnt that by sting as well?
so imagine that, ye literary minded fiends
think of all those great lines
AND
all beating in time
occaisionally a servant or some one
will speak in ordinary talk
ah the many devices
wordsmiths have up their sleeveys
for your pleasure
the rhyming schemes
the meters
the on a mat appear
the allusions
the illusions
the surprises
the patterns
the format
the love
it has to get back to love
if we dont love what we're doing
why would anyone else?
i keep telling you how i love you
how i love writing my bloggey for your erudition
only
because love is no cheap commodity
ive been in love with words
for thousands of years
just like you
just for you
justice for you
justice hidden
there i go
as it occurs to me
as it recurs to me
i cant be bothered with all the games anymore
wasting my life playin' meaningless games
jumpin' thru somebodies hoop
pokin' around in some muddypuddle
all muddled up
huddled
but uncuddled
what do you expect
this is erf, aint it?
any way i have ceased to pretend
fiendss
draw whatever conclusions you like
im tired of politically correct
im tired of appearances
this is me
who else could it be
my blogge is my mirror
cant you see who i am
im different everyday
just like you
i didnt think i'd still be commenting
on unguarded moment 26 years later
you never know whats gonna happen
or whats gonna happen to ya
think about that
if ya get a minuet
or waltzever
i dunno
there are all these forks in the road
of your life
never know when theyre coming up
never know when you gonna say
how the fuck did all this happen???
careful
careful with everything
a olde black gentleman
in memphis tennis sea
once said to me
son
go lightly
and carry a big stick
i have pondered this loadsa times
since he said this many many years ago
go lightly
such good advice
dont stomp thru everything
a bull in a chinese shop
take it easy
easy baby
ta det lugnt
they say in sweden
when the swedes say easy tho
they pronounce the z sound
EEZEE
as an s sound
EESEE
same with stars
STARZ
the swedes say STARSS
i always thought that this somehow
sounded like more starss
than our starz
i was always similiarly impressed
when some swedish narkoman
would hissss
take it fukking eesee man...!
it sounded like i had to be more easy than just plain
old english easy
if you know what i mean
funny that i was thinking of linguistics
while i was on the gear
back in those naughty nasty nineties
so there you go
im always on the job with language
always trying to figger out
a new way to turn you on
to keep you reading my blogge
so i can keep the ratings up
at the bottom of this page
i could conceal em from ya
if i wanted
then i could tell ya
that im pulling ten thousand a day
but i choose to remain transparent
no closets in my skellington fiendss
anyway
im changing my gig from the 1st
to the 15
give me more time
to have some guitar lessons
and learn the chord to my song
i cant imagine why you foreigners
arent swarming down here
to see this
god
im gonna be amazing
it will be the definitive performance
of my life
climbing to the top
of a hundred foot tower
i will dive
into a wet sponge
this could bee an analogy
it could bee you
you should bee there
oh
and
i'll be seeing you
me x
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
jumble sail
hello my devotees
i know ya missed me yessaday
cmon
do ya think the reason i boycotted tuesday
was because my comments have dwindled
DOWN TO 18 ?
is it because im spoilin ya with these 24 carrot
pearls of wisdom
i am casting
before the internet swine
who do nae have the decency to
worship me with florid comments
like
oh steve...youre just the best
at everything....
it should at least be as goode as that
and please people
"oh you olde genius...how do you do it?"
just dont really cut it any more
i told ya
run to the dictionary
praise me eloquently
or not at all
actually
i am not seeking yer praise
i am jus' doin' this to turn ya on
an hour outta my day baby
for you
because i need to tell you all this
it has to be here
time distance
have necessitated this
now
the germans are giving uninvited like ze clouds
a critical thumbs up
(i knew i was safe when fang-dooren
that learned deutsch sage
said he liked the drums on block)
yep
you got it right stefano bouy
block is a great sounding song
i cant believe wallies are out there fuckin complainin'
well if you liked somethin else better
listen to that
cmon
im waiting on bondi beach tonite
midnite
between the sharks and bluebottles
to personally fucking pummel anyone
who dares critize goode yon ye olde blocke
i like it
thats all i really care about
and it rocks baybee
cmon chrissie the groupie
(which one is you?)
(sorry is it with a k?)
(sorry do you really know i mc c?)
(if so, wow)
i know block is appealing to ya
i know its rockin yer whirled fer six.
tell em
aw i know
i m preaching to the converted
i know yall love it
any way
i been doing interviiews
these last 2 nites
with germany
the guys i talk to said they really like the new record
there you go
and the germans no dummies baby
these guys actually listen to the record !!
(dont take that for granted)
they ask provocative questions
most of em know more english words
than yer average pom yank or aussie
(sad but true)
these not fickle english dudes
worried about yer haircut or whatever
pushing some gormless hopeless youth club band
for ten minutes at number one
(hello mansun fans......hello?)
god bless em
they burned bright
they did well
what a career
what a day
or kingmaker?
however
i do like a goode shoegazer thing
like ye olde ride and mbv
the last great sonic revolution in rock?
i reckon vapour trail by ride
to be one of the best songs ever
and the guy who wrote it is playing bass
in oasissy
go figga that fiendss
theres no just desserts
the pleasure is the pleasure
the race is the prize
i make my music
the way i write this blog
random
with love
quick
but
slow
i try for ya
i never ever talk down to ya
i expect that you expect the best
i dont wanna pour a load of tired olde tripe
on ya
yer too busy
and
too intelligent for that
so although i do fail
i am
after all
only half human
but you know i INTEND
to do something goode
i dunno
where was i?
who turned out the lights?
yes
now i remember
i was gonna tell ya
that ive run
outta time
see yer soon
sk
i know ya missed me yessaday
cmon
do ya think the reason i boycotted tuesday
was because my comments have dwindled
DOWN TO 18 ?
is it because im spoilin ya with these 24 carrot
pearls of wisdom
i am casting
before the internet swine
who do nae have the decency to
worship me with florid comments
like
oh steve...youre just the best
at everything....
it should at least be as goode as that
and please people
"oh you olde genius...how do you do it?"
just dont really cut it any more
i told ya
run to the dictionary
praise me eloquently
or not at all
actually
i am not seeking yer praise
i am jus' doin' this to turn ya on
an hour outta my day baby
for you
because i need to tell you all this
it has to be here
time distance
have necessitated this
now
the germans are giving uninvited like ze clouds
a critical thumbs up
(i knew i was safe when fang-dooren
that learned deutsch sage
said he liked the drums on block)
yep
you got it right stefano bouy
block is a great sounding song
i cant believe wallies are out there fuckin complainin'
well if you liked somethin else better
listen to that
cmon
im waiting on bondi beach tonite
midnite
between the sharks and bluebottles
to personally fucking pummel anyone
who dares critize goode yon ye olde blocke
i like it
thats all i really care about
and it rocks baybee
cmon chrissie the groupie
(which one is you?)
(sorry is it with a k?)
(sorry do you really know i mc c?)
(if so, wow)
i know block is appealing to ya
i know its rockin yer whirled fer six.
tell em
aw i know
i m preaching to the converted
i know yall love it
any way
i been doing interviiews
these last 2 nites
with germany
the guys i talk to said they really like the new record
there you go
and the germans no dummies baby
these guys actually listen to the record !!
(dont take that for granted)
they ask provocative questions
most of em know more english words
than yer average pom yank or aussie
(sad but true)
these not fickle english dudes
worried about yer haircut or whatever
pushing some gormless hopeless youth club band
for ten minutes at number one
(hello mansun fans......hello?)
god bless em
they burned bright
they did well
what a career
what a day
or kingmaker?
however
i do like a goode shoegazer thing
like ye olde ride and mbv
the last great sonic revolution in rock?
i reckon vapour trail by ride
to be one of the best songs ever
and the guy who wrote it is playing bass
in oasissy
go figga that fiendss
theres no just desserts
the pleasure is the pleasure
the race is the prize
i make my music
the way i write this blog
random
with love
quick
but
slow
i try for ya
i never ever talk down to ya
i expect that you expect the best
i dont wanna pour a load of tired olde tripe
on ya
yer too busy
and
too intelligent for that
so although i do fail
i am
after all
only half human
but you know i INTEND
to do something goode
i dunno
where was i?
who turned out the lights?
yes
now i remember
i was gonna tell ya
that ive run
outta time
see yer soon
sk
Monday, March 06, 2006
see history fade, its crystal clear
good morning you rascals
probly just a short one today
many rivers to cross
been listening to goats head soup
i actually a fan of this
blacknblue
and its only rocknroll
mid period stones
i used to be obsessed w/ the stones
once upon a time
i remember once in 1965
our teacher mr ferguson said
hands up who likes the beatles
almost every hand goes up
much gigglin' and self congratulatin'
then olde fergo says
and who likes the rolling stones
my hand goes up
nobody else in class 5a in 1965 in canberra
liked olde rubber lips
they all groan and go yuck!
but olde crafty young sk is learning a lesson
hmmm theres some real power in this stuff i thinks
i immediately grokk more about rocknroll then
in that there instant
than most people understand in their entire life
i thought micknkeef, drugs, hedonism, danger
wow !!, jaggers film
i read every book i could on the stones
i saw performance
that was how i wanted to live my life
in a darkened huge terrace house
in a boheemian neighbourhood
psilocybin growin in the bark yardy
2 girlfriends
maybe a desperate crim in the basement
i s not so sure about that bit
but i was sure i could manage the rest
so yeah i had a big stones thing
you probably dont see it much in the hcrhcu
peter says i dont have a black bone in my body
he means i dont have much funk
or soul
or jive
well thats ok
i dont have much country and westin neither
and its better that way
still
i love the stones
a friend o mine was doing a doco
on the stones back in the 90s
he had a copy of cocksucker blues
the stones film
made on their notorious 72 tour of us
its all in there
all the salacious stuff you cant believe youre seein'
mick taylor aged about 19 walks into this hotel room
theres a roadie in there
plus a totally naked chick shooting up the gear
micks going wow
the chicks going wow its mick taylor
you wanna see how i shoot up?
and
keef chuckin tellies out windows
nodding off in groupies laps
mick j testin' the different brands of cocaine
being proffered by an endless line of deelahs
acting like hes fucking princess anne or somethin'
or supervising someone elses headjob
in the cabin of the stones jet
its all there if ya wanna see it
trouble is, but
when the rs saw this film
they(understandably) tried to have it squashed
the judge agreed
but due to some tiny loophole
it is allowed to be shown
once a year
in some cinema in olde new york
i dunno when or witch
so do nae ask me
i only saw it accidentally
its probably out there now anyway
on ebay or somethin
this was not actually what my blog was gonna bee about today
son of a gun
there you go
i was gonna tell you about gio from sardinia
my film making friend
and his excellent knowledge of whats art
and what isnt.
he says more arty words in one sentence
than the average aussie male gonna say in a lifetime
how do these italians do it?
they are a good looking race
they know EVERYTHING about art, painting and opera
however
rocknroll is not necessarily their strong point
but at least better than the french
who dont have a clue
(but poetry they are the best)
the swedes have a decent go
(the best at english in europe)
the germans have had some great fucking bands
can, neu, amon duul, kraftwerk etc
but some absolute shockers too
nothing is worse than rocknroll all going wrong
with a germanic overtone
the dutch
the dutch are the coolest people in europe
no contest
i would live in amstadamn in a flash
hey p k is half dutch
ploogy was totally dutch
the dutch have had some moments
norway gave us black or death metal
oh, thanks guys..
denmark gave us hans christian anderson
finland musta given something to someone
cmon
you know its a tie between the us and uk
for no 1 rocknroll nation
the states started it
but england had the fuckin beatle boys baybee
i cannot decide between em
not even counting the millions of
amazing bands both those countries have thrown up
(and both also having the very worst)
australia has to go equal third with canada
they had neil young
australia had the hcurhc
both too precious to even begin to
pontificate
there you go
sorry if you lived in one of the less highly rated r n r
countries
nevermind
you probably export a lot of mohair
see ya later
you turkeys and geese
sk
probly just a short one today
many rivers to cross
been listening to goats head soup
i actually a fan of this
blacknblue
and its only rocknroll
mid period stones
i used to be obsessed w/ the stones
once upon a time
i remember once in 1965
our teacher mr ferguson said
hands up who likes the beatles
almost every hand goes up
much gigglin' and self congratulatin'
then olde fergo says
and who likes the rolling stones
my hand goes up
nobody else in class 5a in 1965 in canberra
liked olde rubber lips
they all groan and go yuck!
but olde crafty young sk is learning a lesson
hmmm theres some real power in this stuff i thinks
i immediately grokk more about rocknroll then
in that there instant
than most people understand in their entire life
i thought micknkeef, drugs, hedonism, danger
wow !!, jaggers film
i read every book i could on the stones
i saw performance
that was how i wanted to live my life
in a darkened huge terrace house
in a boheemian neighbourhood
psilocybin growin in the bark yardy
2 girlfriends
maybe a desperate crim in the basement
i s not so sure about that bit
but i was sure i could manage the rest
so yeah i had a big stones thing
you probably dont see it much in the hcrhcu
peter says i dont have a black bone in my body
he means i dont have much funk
or soul
or jive
well thats ok
i dont have much country and westin neither
and its better that way
still
i love the stones
a friend o mine was doing a doco
on the stones back in the 90s
he had a copy of cocksucker blues
the stones film
made on their notorious 72 tour of us
its all in there
all the salacious stuff you cant believe youre seein'
mick taylor aged about 19 walks into this hotel room
theres a roadie in there
plus a totally naked chick shooting up the gear
micks going wow
the chicks going wow its mick taylor
you wanna see how i shoot up?
and
keef chuckin tellies out windows
nodding off in groupies laps
mick j testin' the different brands of cocaine
being proffered by an endless line of deelahs
acting like hes fucking princess anne or somethin'
or supervising someone elses headjob
in the cabin of the stones jet
its all there if ya wanna see it
trouble is, but
when the rs saw this film
they(understandably) tried to have it squashed
the judge agreed
but due to some tiny loophole
it is allowed to be shown
once a year
in some cinema in olde new york
i dunno when or witch
so do nae ask me
i only saw it accidentally
its probably out there now anyway
on ebay or somethin
this was not actually what my blog was gonna bee about today
son of a gun
there you go
i was gonna tell you about gio from sardinia
my film making friend
and his excellent knowledge of whats art
and what isnt.
he says more arty words in one sentence
than the average aussie male gonna say in a lifetime
how do these italians do it?
they are a good looking race
they know EVERYTHING about art, painting and opera
however
rocknroll is not necessarily their strong point
but at least better than the french
who dont have a clue
(but poetry they are the best)
the swedes have a decent go
(the best at english in europe)
the germans have had some great fucking bands
can, neu, amon duul, kraftwerk etc
but some absolute shockers too
nothing is worse than rocknroll all going wrong
with a germanic overtone
the dutch
the dutch are the coolest people in europe
no contest
i would live in amstadamn in a flash
hey p k is half dutch
ploogy was totally dutch
the dutch have had some moments
norway gave us black or death metal
oh, thanks guys..
denmark gave us hans christian anderson
finland musta given something to someone
cmon
you know its a tie between the us and uk
for no 1 rocknroll nation
the states started it
but england had the fuckin beatle boys baybee
i cannot decide between em
not even counting the millions of
amazing bands both those countries have thrown up
(and both also having the very worst)
australia has to go equal third with canada
they had neil young
australia had the hcurhc
both too precious to even begin to
pontificate
there you go
sorry if you lived in one of the less highly rated r n r
countries
nevermind
you probably export a lot of mohair
see ya later
you turkeys and geese
sk
Sunday, March 05, 2006
stranger behind my eyes
strange morning
but
more of the same
its one of those dark warm brooding mornings
until the obvious olde sun showed up
ruining the mystery
and undoing all the delicate potential
the morning had possessed
like a "straight" at a boheemian party
the sun tried to chat up the clouds
who were uninvited themselves
and eventually all the guestsnghosts
fled this fiery boor
(like a liberal supporter on crystal meth and beer)
and left me
yer humble disappointed hero
holding the pieces in my hands
oh well
thats what im here for
at 8 oh clock
i arouse
and took eve
and aurora
and jazzy wm
(virtuallythe 3rd doodle, who was havin a sleepover)
out in my borrowed car
to cruise the eastern suburbs of sydney
early sunday morning style
while it was still warm and overcast
anyway we came to this park
a big plateau over looking the harbour
we jump out
walk thru some nice little arbours
oh dear
some nasty "kidss" have left like
20 empty bottles of vodka and lemonade
some smashed
cmon "kidss" thats not nice now
take it from a booring olde fuddy daddy
like me
i hope yer hangovers are a'throbbin' goode
ye imbeciles
see ya at an a a meetin' in 10 years time
anyway
on the plateau
you can see the oprah house
the hubba bridge
the yachts baybee
just like in night sequence
look at those housies
look at that reel estate
this bit of sydney
werth more money than all
the rest of austy put 2gether
you can have the eastern subs
or all the rest
plus tasmania
and papua/ng
and / or
nz
and
canada?!
no youre stickin' with the eastern subs
goode t'inkin'
course mell-bin is a nice city too
but its nothing like sydney, darlin'
im sorry
but its true
anyway
(sydnees badde bits amongst worst in whirled)
the kiddiwinks play amongst themselves
sk feeling reflective
lookin at the city et al
as sundae morning heaved itself in to the sky
sitting here
all alone
except for
a fat old beagle hound
of indeterminate sex
with a name tag of charlie
this dog comes over
and commiserates with me
sort like one olde fella to another
brrrr feel the winter in the air olde been
not gettin' any younger.woof.how are you?
mustnt grumble charlie...not too bad
that your pups over there is it?
i nod.
what all 3 of em?
yeah charlie i got triplets
charlie gives a little growl
allows me to fondle his ridiculously big ears
and then snorting to himself
he plonks himself down
and goes to sleep
next thing i know
busloads of japanese tourists show up
like aliens exploring earth
all of em listening intently
to their leaders
young handsome samurais in pinstripe suities
giving em the guff on syddanee in nipponese
after they are tired of gushing and posing
against the syd skyline
they spot me and charlie
me in my shorts boots and cowboy hat
big white beard and suntanned brown
and fucking charlie
i bet they just dont have dogs like charlie
in tokyo
somehow
anyway
these crazy jap tourists think they got some kinda
arch aussie stereotype photo opportunity here
even the biggest ninny in the world coulda seen it
olde fella and his doggy juxtad against
the ultra modern skyline of syddnee
surrepticiously they all creeping around
snapping me and my erstwhile canine comrade
one quite attractive middle aged lady comes over
she smiles at me
and pets charles
she shoulda done it the other way around
she aint charlies cup of human at all
he sniffs aristocratically
refolds his paws
goes back to sleep
the cheeky jappies are now boldy clicking me
and my triplets
i start to leave this joint
the kids spot me leaving
and start to run
i start running too
charlie doesnt though
he cant be arsed to run
he hasnt for years...
we jump in car
we have argument over who is gonna sit where
oh please please please evie can i sit there?
ok dad...i guess you are driving after all...
we head off to a lovely harbour beach
altho we dont have our swimmers
we arrive the kidss play
we walk up away from beach
up the side to a hill
another little woodland park
running down to cliffs and then the sea
dad cant you do yer chi gong while we play
yeah ok
but its hard with all that screaming and yabbering
down to a strange little beachie
on a tiny little like island bit
the kidss play with shells n stuff
im sitting there in this wild luxuriant little bay
all around incredible mansions
w/ luxury launches
stud the shoreline
swimming pools
movie stars
sydneys olde money
one place has a fairy tale tower added on
all have beautiful tree lined gardens
sloping down to a private dock
and boathouse
wow
overcome by pure envy
i sit bathed in its poisonous rays
the girls start screamin'
even louder than usual
theyve found this big ball of green matter
impossible to say what it is
its washed up
and the everpresent ants are attacking
and it moves
its moving around
in the universal language of agony
i get a cupple of sticks
and try to roll in gently into the sea
a wave comes and collects it
as it hits the water
it emits a huge inky explosion
of pure purple
its a big sea slug
is this some kind of relative
of the sea snail that the ancient phoenicians
extracted the purple dye from?
it took thousands of those critters
to dye one roman senators togas hem..
any way we were quite shocked
i hope it got away safely
ya see somethin new every day
there ya go
that was my morning
see ya later
sk
but
more of the same
its one of those dark warm brooding mornings
until the obvious olde sun showed up
ruining the mystery
and undoing all the delicate potential
the morning had possessed
like a "straight" at a boheemian party
the sun tried to chat up the clouds
who were uninvited themselves
and eventually all the guestsnghosts
fled this fiery boor
(like a liberal supporter on crystal meth and beer)
and left me
yer humble disappointed hero
holding the pieces in my hands
oh well
thats what im here for
at 8 oh clock
i arouse
and took eve
and aurora
and jazzy wm
(virtuallythe 3rd doodle, who was havin a sleepover)
out in my borrowed car
to cruise the eastern suburbs of sydney
early sunday morning style
while it was still warm and overcast
anyway we came to this park
a big plateau over looking the harbour
we jump out
walk thru some nice little arbours
oh dear
some nasty "kidss" have left like
20 empty bottles of vodka and lemonade
some smashed
cmon "kidss" thats not nice now
take it from a booring olde fuddy daddy
like me
i hope yer hangovers are a'throbbin' goode
ye imbeciles
see ya at an a a meetin' in 10 years time
anyway
on the plateau
you can see the oprah house
the hubba bridge
the yachts baybee
just like in night sequence
look at those housies
look at that reel estate
this bit of sydney
werth more money than all
the rest of austy put 2gether
you can have the eastern subs
or all the rest
plus tasmania
and papua/ng
and / or
nz
and
canada?!
no youre stickin' with the eastern subs
goode t'inkin'
course mell-bin is a nice city too
but its nothing like sydney, darlin'
im sorry
but its true
anyway
(sydnees badde bits amongst worst in whirled)
the kiddiwinks play amongst themselves
sk feeling reflective
lookin at the city et al
as sundae morning heaved itself in to the sky
sitting here
all alone
except for
a fat old beagle hound
of indeterminate sex
with a name tag of charlie
this dog comes over
and commiserates with me
sort like one olde fella to another
brrrr feel the winter in the air olde been
not gettin' any younger.woof.how are you?
mustnt grumble charlie...not too bad
that your pups over there is it?
i nod.
what all 3 of em?
yeah charlie i got triplets
charlie gives a little growl
allows me to fondle his ridiculously big ears
and then snorting to himself
he plonks himself down
and goes to sleep
next thing i know
busloads of japanese tourists show up
like aliens exploring earth
all of em listening intently
to their leaders
young handsome samurais in pinstripe suities
giving em the guff on syddanee in nipponese
after they are tired of gushing and posing
against the syd skyline
they spot me and charlie
me in my shorts boots and cowboy hat
big white beard and suntanned brown
and fucking charlie
i bet they just dont have dogs like charlie
in tokyo
somehow
anyway
these crazy jap tourists think they got some kinda
arch aussie stereotype photo opportunity here
even the biggest ninny in the world coulda seen it
olde fella and his doggy juxtad against
the ultra modern skyline of syddnee
surrepticiously they all creeping around
snapping me and my erstwhile canine comrade
one quite attractive middle aged lady comes over
she smiles at me
and pets charles
she shoulda done it the other way around
she aint charlies cup of human at all
he sniffs aristocratically
refolds his paws
goes back to sleep
the cheeky jappies are now boldy clicking me
and my triplets
i start to leave this joint
the kids spot me leaving
and start to run
i start running too
charlie doesnt though
he cant be arsed to run
he hasnt for years...
we jump in car
we have argument over who is gonna sit where
oh please please please evie can i sit there?
ok dad...i guess you are driving after all...
we head off to a lovely harbour beach
altho we dont have our swimmers
we arrive the kidss play
we walk up away from beach
up the side to a hill
another little woodland park
running down to cliffs and then the sea
dad cant you do yer chi gong while we play
yeah ok
but its hard with all that screaming and yabbering
down to a strange little beachie
on a tiny little like island bit
the kidss play with shells n stuff
im sitting there in this wild luxuriant little bay
all around incredible mansions
w/ luxury launches
stud the shoreline
swimming pools
movie stars
sydneys olde money
one place has a fairy tale tower added on
all have beautiful tree lined gardens
sloping down to a private dock
and boathouse
wow
overcome by pure envy
i sit bathed in its poisonous rays
the girls start screamin'
even louder than usual
theyve found this big ball of green matter
impossible to say what it is
its washed up
and the everpresent ants are attacking
and it moves
its moving around
in the universal language of agony
i get a cupple of sticks
and try to roll in gently into the sea
a wave comes and collects it
as it hits the water
it emits a huge inky explosion
of pure purple
its a big sea slug
is this some kind of relative
of the sea snail that the ancient phoenicians
extracted the purple dye from?
it took thousands of those critters
to dye one roman senators togas hem..
any way we were quite shocked
i hope it got away safely
ya see somethin new every day
there ya go
that was my morning
see ya later
sk
Saturday, March 04, 2006
immemorial whispers minus the expensive truth
good morning
well actually its the afternoon
are ya such a stickler for the truth?
or are ya fickle with it
do you take things literally
i know i do
i know sometimes its hard to reelax
let that meaning course thru ya
oh my
so much trouble caused by taken things literally
for not glimpsing the subtext
for not recognising a parable when you see it
or not knowing an aphorism if it bit ya on the ..
well you know
i dont believe any good stuff
happens ONLY on the surface
you have to imagine if its ever been translated
or retranslated
that people living in other times
had other ways of saying things
as you know
i speak a bit of swedish
and just between these 2 very similar languages
so much room for error
that is
the swedes and the engish frequently
get the wrong end of the stick
with whats really being said
so ya gotta imagine how some really foriegn language
from millions o years ago
comes to be translated by some dude
in the 18th century
maybe thats it
the only version extant
how many people at any one time speak sumerian?
if you find a vase in the ruins of ur
you gonna have to ask one of this small number
to translate
what if he puts his own thing into it
he got an agenda of his own
etc etc
etc
you see where im going
frinstance
the story of adam and eve
a pet preoccupation of mine
does any sane living persson
really think that the author(s)
of this storymythfable
EVER
intended anyone
to take it literally?
i really dont think so
its like emerald haunt in overdrive
you sposed to not understand it
yer sposed to understand it
you get a feeling of velocity
thru some green continuum
as if youve left yer body
and you were blowing thru some venusian/underwater forest
whatever the f@#k that feels like
howard i no
any way
the point is this
there is no real point
the point is legion
according to the viewpoints
of every individual soul
its all relative
it depends baybee
it depends on everything else
i do not believe there was an a and e
that they got kicked outta paradise
for eating an apple
persuaded by a snake?
cmon
thats a tall tale
its a yarn
its a story representing an idea
someone had
but that still doesnt mean it isnt true
necessarily
on some other level
in some other way
thats the trouble
with us westerners
we think that there is the truth
and thats that
one truth
sometimes thats true, too
sometimes however
the thing cannot be defined that way
like for example
how this all got to be here
nowadays they fobb ya off with the big bang
oh yeah mr scientist
there was a big bang
everything exploded to just right
wow that was lucky
one degree to the left
and there goes summer and winter
gee if was spinning a little slower
and if saturn swung in our way
and if the water was saltier, even just a bit
and hang on
you telling me this whole shebang
was a big bang
and out came the fishies and the birdies
and the aminals and the human beens
and music and love
and the summer sky and wine
and children
and beautiful things
just all came outta a huge explosion
isnt that just a little unlikely
but you see
this is a human
and very western problem
to have to see a start and an end
what if it didnt start like that kinda way
i mean
if it wasnt like
there was nothing
suddenly there was everything
the hindus say vishnu dreams these universes
they float out of the pores of his skin
while he sleeps in the causal ocean
there you have another way
of getting the idea across
and the universe is a dream
and youll wake up too
one day and see that
thats how the magic is done you see
some people are awake within this dream
they seem to be doing all kinds of stuff
i dont care if you laugh
ive seen it
ive felt it
but just like in a dream
you can do whatever you want
if only
you realise youre in a dream
thats the hard part right there tho
would be witches n warlocks
its fucking hard to wake up
people try their whole lives
most dont even know theyre asleep
thats why a karate man
can punch thru concrete
why a sadhu can drink poison
why harry houdini
could hold his breath for nearly 7 minutes
submerged in ice
why saviours can be crucified and resurrected
its possible
if you understand not only how
but why
some scientist says god is dead cos he discovers some
chemical or whatever
yes
maybe he has stumbled upon one of gods physical mechanisms
hooray
of course god must use a physical means on a physical plane
if christ turned water into wine
if that happened
of course some druid can always says
that blah blah blah happened to the water
causing blah blah blah
there you go
now you dont need jesus
cos yon boffin has explained it all in
an equation...
or what?
we know hardly anything
even about ourselves
every hundred years a new scientific paradigm comes along
completely replacing what we think
we know
what we think we know
ha ha
anyway dont clog up my comments page
with yer stats and sci fi baloney
the indian sages
many many
many
thousands of years ago
intuited this whole fucken thing
yes they did
they understood that all is vibration
that there is nothing solid or "real"
that its all in yer mind
these guys had the siddhis people
they could levitate
heal
disappear
whatever the hell they wanted actually
they understood the idea of
what we call relativity
both physically and metaphysically
while europeans
were probably still hitting their women with clubs
i dunno
i aint got the facts straight
nobody does
nobody really knows what happened a long time ago
and if they tell ya they do
its just pure bullshit
so imagine
this is all vibration
you can be anyone you like
vishnu
oh that beautiful perfect blue
genius
hes even there in yer heart
keeping yer soul company
whether you know it or not
it doesnt matter
keep yer atheistic moans to yerself
surrender to it
cmon
yeah
but a little more, please...
ok can you feel it?
i can
well actually its the afternoon
are ya such a stickler for the truth?
or are ya fickle with it
do you take things literally
i know i do
i know sometimes its hard to reelax
let that meaning course thru ya
oh my
so much trouble caused by taken things literally
for not glimpsing the subtext
for not recognising a parable when you see it
or not knowing an aphorism if it bit ya on the ..
well you know
i dont believe any good stuff
happens ONLY on the surface
you have to imagine if its ever been translated
or retranslated
that people living in other times
had other ways of saying things
as you know
i speak a bit of swedish
and just between these 2 very similar languages
so much room for error
that is
the swedes and the engish frequently
get the wrong end of the stick
with whats really being said
so ya gotta imagine how some really foriegn language
from millions o years ago
comes to be translated by some dude
in the 18th century
maybe thats it
the only version extant
how many people at any one time speak sumerian?
if you find a vase in the ruins of ur
you gonna have to ask one of this small number
to translate
what if he puts his own thing into it
he got an agenda of his own
etc etc
etc
you see where im going
frinstance
the story of adam and eve
a pet preoccupation of mine
does any sane living persson
really think that the author(s)
of this storymythfable
EVER
intended anyone
to take it literally?
i really dont think so
its like emerald haunt in overdrive
you sposed to not understand it
yer sposed to understand it
you get a feeling of velocity
thru some green continuum
as if youve left yer body
and you were blowing thru some venusian/underwater forest
whatever the f@#k that feels like
howard i no
any way
the point is this
there is no real point
the point is legion
according to the viewpoints
of every individual soul
its all relative
it depends baybee
it depends on everything else
i do not believe there was an a and e
that they got kicked outta paradise
for eating an apple
persuaded by a snake?
cmon
thats a tall tale
its a yarn
its a story representing an idea
someone had
but that still doesnt mean it isnt true
necessarily
on some other level
in some other way
thats the trouble
with us westerners
we think that there is the truth
and thats that
one truth
sometimes thats true, too
sometimes however
the thing cannot be defined that way
like for example
how this all got to be here
nowadays they fobb ya off with the big bang
oh yeah mr scientist
there was a big bang
everything exploded to just right
wow that was lucky
one degree to the left
and there goes summer and winter
gee if was spinning a little slower
and if saturn swung in our way
and if the water was saltier, even just a bit
and hang on
you telling me this whole shebang
was a big bang
and out came the fishies and the birdies
and the aminals and the human beens
and music and love
and the summer sky and wine
and children
and beautiful things
just all came outta a huge explosion
isnt that just a little unlikely
but you see
this is a human
and very western problem
to have to see a start and an end
what if it didnt start like that kinda way
i mean
if it wasnt like
there was nothing
suddenly there was everything
the hindus say vishnu dreams these universes
they float out of the pores of his skin
while he sleeps in the causal ocean
there you have another way
of getting the idea across
and the universe is a dream
and youll wake up too
one day and see that
thats how the magic is done you see
some people are awake within this dream
they seem to be doing all kinds of stuff
i dont care if you laugh
ive seen it
ive felt it
but just like in a dream
you can do whatever you want
if only
you realise youre in a dream
thats the hard part right there tho
would be witches n warlocks
its fucking hard to wake up
people try their whole lives
most dont even know theyre asleep
thats why a karate man
can punch thru concrete
why a sadhu can drink poison
why harry houdini
could hold his breath for nearly 7 minutes
submerged in ice
why saviours can be crucified and resurrected
its possible
if you understand not only how
but why
some scientist says god is dead cos he discovers some
chemical or whatever
yes
maybe he has stumbled upon one of gods physical mechanisms
hooray
of course god must use a physical means on a physical plane
if christ turned water into wine
if that happened
of course some druid can always says
that blah blah blah happened to the water
causing blah blah blah
there you go
now you dont need jesus
cos yon boffin has explained it all in
an equation...
or what?
we know hardly anything
even about ourselves
every hundred years a new scientific paradigm comes along
completely replacing what we think
we know
what we think we know
ha ha
anyway dont clog up my comments page
with yer stats and sci fi baloney
the indian sages
many many
many
thousands of years ago
intuited this whole fucken thing
yes they did
they understood that all is vibration
that there is nothing solid or "real"
that its all in yer mind
these guys had the siddhis people
they could levitate
heal
disappear
whatever the hell they wanted actually
they understood the idea of
what we call relativity
both physically and metaphysically
while europeans
were probably still hitting their women with clubs
i dunno
i aint got the facts straight
nobody does
nobody really knows what happened a long time ago
and if they tell ya they do
its just pure bullshit
so imagine
this is all vibration
you can be anyone you like
vishnu
oh that beautiful perfect blue
genius
hes even there in yer heart
keeping yer soul company
whether you know it or not
it doesnt matter
keep yer atheistic moans to yerself
surrender to it
cmon
yeah
but a little more, please...
ok can you feel it?
i can
Friday, March 03, 2006
march hair and all that malarkey
im safely back from the future
wow
its rough out there, kiddo
try to enjoy now
as much as ya can
cos its never gonna be this way again
if youre a childe
dont be in any hurry to grow up
being an adult(erer) is harde graft
if ya olde like me
relax and enjoy it
you gonna be young a million times over
again
cmon
it aint so badde
being senile deaf and blind
hobbling round
tryin to strum mah bass
stryin to croak out a tune
for ya
and speakin of which
the 1st of april
the sando
me
on my own
stripped bare
in a way youve never imagined
an evening with me
just you and me
and some people called the ordience
please come a long
otherwise i will feel pathetic in the empty venue
singin my maudlin tripe
to no one
except maybe ditch peter
and the cap'n
and dp is a smart arse anyway
i remember one night
i was guest appearin with the crystal set
i was gonna be doin
from now on
(which is actually a beautiful song fiendss)
this was maybe 1983?
84?
i step up on stage
i hear a big gale o laughter
its d.p.
he screams out
at the top of his lungs
CAPTAIN PAISLEY!!!!
and thereby ruined this kinda frank sumatra
thing i had going on in my head
thanks dee pee
(you little c@#t)
im glad you were there that nite!
you totally fucked up my song...
never mind
that was a long time ago fiendss
even i dont bear grudges that long
i put the grudge down
then i pick it back up again when i need it
in fact
chez kilbey
has a whole room
which is devoted to grudges
that i won in grudge matches
i thought i was gonna be big in 92
when nirvana came out
i thought it was grudge rock
i thought pearl jam was seaman
i thought teen spirit was a casper film
i thought a lot about you lately baby
you were always on my mind
so
be at the sando
prepare to adore me
prepare to applaud me
prepare to throw your bras at me
the only trouble really is
that
although i am goode at many things
and the best at others
unfortunately
standing there with an acc guitar
and singin' by myselves
isnt one of them
cmon
we can admit it
ah go on say it
im not much chop at it
no folks
this aint false modesty
its just that
it aint my thing
never really was
i came into music the other way
playing the bass
singin with a band
i never even tried to do a gig like this till 1989
the limelite club or something
in l a
the first time ever
age 36
so its weird for me
like drivin a car on the wrong side o the road
i can do it
but i cant relax
if something upsets the apple cart
im all at sea
you see....
so please come along
how often can you see a gen u ine
renaissance manne
in the flesh
in newtown on satday nite
all fooles day
for 15 aust bucks
even if im not very goode
its still a bargain
im tryin to think of somethin different
but i probably wont be able to
it'll just be me
fucking up almost wid you
or something
listen
i cant be good at everything
i had to pay a price in some areas
for my expertise in others
so whattya got
the best lyricist in the world
but he cannae strum n sing so well
if ya happy with that
you got it
bring yer money
smoke a spliff
drink some plonk
have a laugh
and prepare to gush
in case yer not goode at gushing
ive written a sample gush
which you can base yours on
if ya like
ahem
stevie k hit the stage at the sando
on satday nite and slew the sell out crowd
of tertiary educated boheemian celebs
with his virile good looks
his soothing warm sexy voice
his ineluctable songs
and his lyrics
which are simply the best
in the whirld.
there you go
something like that
get out yer dictionary
look up some big adjectives
throw em out at the hoi polloi
theyll never understand that
you dont have a fucken clue
just look at me
ululating like enki
and persicknetty ulladullas
whatever you gooseballs
see ya round
sk
wow
its rough out there, kiddo
try to enjoy now
as much as ya can
cos its never gonna be this way again
if youre a childe
dont be in any hurry to grow up
being an adult(erer) is harde graft
if ya olde like me
relax and enjoy it
you gonna be young a million times over
again
cmon
it aint so badde
being senile deaf and blind
hobbling round
tryin to strum mah bass
stryin to croak out a tune
for ya
and speakin of which
the 1st of april
the sando
me
on my own
stripped bare
in a way youve never imagined
an evening with me
just you and me
and some people called the ordience
please come a long
otherwise i will feel pathetic in the empty venue
singin my maudlin tripe
to no one
except maybe ditch peter
and the cap'n
and dp is a smart arse anyway
i remember one night
i was guest appearin with the crystal set
i was gonna be doin
from now on
(which is actually a beautiful song fiendss)
this was maybe 1983?
84?
i step up on stage
i hear a big gale o laughter
its d.p.
he screams out
at the top of his lungs
CAPTAIN PAISLEY!!!!
and thereby ruined this kinda frank sumatra
thing i had going on in my head
thanks dee pee
(you little c@#t)
im glad you were there that nite!
you totally fucked up my song...
never mind
that was a long time ago fiendss
even i dont bear grudges that long
i put the grudge down
then i pick it back up again when i need it
in fact
chez kilbey
has a whole room
which is devoted to grudges
that i won in grudge matches
i thought i was gonna be big in 92
when nirvana came out
i thought it was grudge rock
i thought pearl jam was seaman
i thought teen spirit was a casper film
i thought a lot about you lately baby
you were always on my mind
so
be at the sando
prepare to adore me
prepare to applaud me
prepare to throw your bras at me
the only trouble really is
that
although i am goode at many things
and the best at others
unfortunately
standing there with an acc guitar
and singin' by myselves
isnt one of them
cmon
we can admit it
ah go on say it
im not much chop at it
no folks
this aint false modesty
its just that
it aint my thing
never really was
i came into music the other way
playing the bass
singin with a band
i never even tried to do a gig like this till 1989
the limelite club or something
in l a
the first time ever
age 36
so its weird for me
like drivin a car on the wrong side o the road
i can do it
but i cant relax
if something upsets the apple cart
im all at sea
you see....
so please come along
how often can you see a gen u ine
renaissance manne
in the flesh
in newtown on satday nite
all fooles day
for 15 aust bucks
even if im not very goode
its still a bargain
im tryin to think of somethin different
but i probably wont be able to
it'll just be me
fucking up almost wid you
or something
listen
i cant be good at everything
i had to pay a price in some areas
for my expertise in others
so whattya got
the best lyricist in the world
but he cannae strum n sing so well
if ya happy with that
you got it
bring yer money
smoke a spliff
drink some plonk
have a laugh
and prepare to gush
in case yer not goode at gushing
ive written a sample gush
which you can base yours on
if ya like
ahem
stevie k hit the stage at the sando
on satday nite and slew the sell out crowd
of tertiary educated boheemian celebs
with his virile good looks
his soothing warm sexy voice
his ineluctable songs
and his lyrics
which are simply the best
in the whirld.
there you go
something like that
get out yer dictionary
look up some big adjectives
throw em out at the hoi polloi
theyll never understand that
you dont have a fucken clue
just look at me
ululating like enki
and persicknetty ulladullas
whatever you gooseballs
see ya round
sk
Thursday, March 02, 2006
the future baybee...how passe..!?
this is not fiction
this is prediction
in 2034
when i am 80
when i should have been eighty
when i will be 80
indonesia
with its billion people
with its natural disasters
with its islam au go go ruling party
has done the only logical thing
invaded australia
coming down from darwin
the australians have appealed to our goode buddies
you know
the goode guys
the cavalry
the usa
england was no longer interested
imploding thru MEMORY abuse
hooliganism
and hilarious inflation
the now monarchy-less little dump
was in no position to assist her former colony
especially after the latest nut cutlet scandals
so our president worm
(aust now republic)
went to your prez
jehovah bush
the latest in a solid dynastic line
and says
jay baybee
we aussies have helped you
in all yer wars since time immemorial
fer fuck sake wontcha bail us out now
cmon jay, this is seriously serious
j bush jnr says
lemme make some calls...
go wait out there you worm
a few hours later bushy calls
the grovelling prez of austy
back in the ovarian room
well itsa like this worm....
and in a nutshell the deal was this
we will see those sonafabitches off for ya
but ya gotta become the 52 state
(theydd already got n.z.)
and do it all the american way
money, drivin on the other side o the road
cops uniforms
voting food
laws
the whole fucking she bang worm...
are ya readin' me loud n clear?
worm realises better hollywood
than gado gado every nite for din dins
the yanks ride to austs aid
they see off the indos easily
they play smaltzy girlie ballads from
the early 2000s
projected with massive loud speakers into their camps
plus
they drop big macs on them
after one week indos so dispirited and sick
they piss off home again
now
the real task of rebuilding aust
in the us's image
from the ground up
here in this chaos and turmoil
as australians learn to drive their right hand cars
on the left
when they have to get used to all yankee money being green!!
(our money coloured to take out guess work)
when they get used to state of the union addresses
and zip codes
hot flashes
the larry gibbons show
grid iron
and all the rest
in these broiling and roiling times
i am still fighting the goode fight
in the frontline
hooked on MEMORY and marijuana (still!)
i have outlived pm turnbull
i have outlived pm garret
i have even outlived pm minogue our first female
when the job of president becomes available
thousands of bohemians demand that
it should go to me
for the first time
open conflict has broken out
against each other
against the east and the west
as boheemians and "straights" prepared
for the final showdown
now imagine yerself running down an alleyway
in what used to be surry hills
youre jonesing for jazz
you need some MEMORY
any MEMORY
xcept yer own
we meet up outside billy franklins
hes not answering the door
the feds are hovering overhead in gyrokoptas
the M fiendss in the street descending on us
like vultures
the storm water in the gutters corrodes our metal shoes
whos gonna rescue ya?
who ya gonna call?
thats right
sk
this is prediction
in 2034
when i am 80
when i should have been eighty
when i will be 80
indonesia
with its billion people
with its natural disasters
with its islam au go go ruling party
has done the only logical thing
invaded australia
coming down from darwin
the australians have appealed to our goode buddies
you know
the goode guys
the cavalry
the usa
england was no longer interested
imploding thru MEMORY abuse
hooliganism
and hilarious inflation
the now monarchy-less little dump
was in no position to assist her former colony
especially after the latest nut cutlet scandals
so our president worm
(aust now republic)
went to your prez
jehovah bush
the latest in a solid dynastic line
and says
jay baybee
we aussies have helped you
in all yer wars since time immemorial
fer fuck sake wontcha bail us out now
cmon jay, this is seriously serious
j bush jnr says
lemme make some calls...
go wait out there you worm
a few hours later bushy calls
the grovelling prez of austy
back in the ovarian room
well itsa like this worm....
and in a nutshell the deal was this
we will see those sonafabitches off for ya
but ya gotta become the 52 state
(theydd already got n.z.)
and do it all the american way
money, drivin on the other side o the road
cops uniforms
voting food
laws
the whole fucking she bang worm...
are ya readin' me loud n clear?
worm realises better hollywood
than gado gado every nite for din dins
the yanks ride to austs aid
they see off the indos easily
they play smaltzy girlie ballads from
the early 2000s
projected with massive loud speakers into their camps
plus
they drop big macs on them
after one week indos so dispirited and sick
they piss off home again
now
the real task of rebuilding aust
in the us's image
from the ground up
here in this chaos and turmoil
as australians learn to drive their right hand cars
on the left
when they have to get used to all yankee money being green!!
(our money coloured to take out guess work)
when they get used to state of the union addresses
and zip codes
hot flashes
the larry gibbons show
grid iron
and all the rest
in these broiling and roiling times
i am still fighting the goode fight
in the frontline
hooked on MEMORY and marijuana (still!)
i have outlived pm turnbull
i have outlived pm garret
i have even outlived pm minogue our first female
when the job of president becomes available
thousands of bohemians demand that
it should go to me
for the first time
open conflict has broken out
against each other
against the east and the west
as boheemians and "straights" prepared
for the final showdown
now imagine yerself running down an alleyway
in what used to be surry hills
youre jonesing for jazz
you need some MEMORY
any MEMORY
xcept yer own
we meet up outside billy franklins
hes not answering the door
the feds are hovering overhead in gyrokoptas
the M fiendss in the street descending on us
like vultures
the storm water in the gutters corrodes our metal shoes
whos gonna rescue ya?
who ya gonna call?
thats right
sk
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
painkiller
billy franklin was a MEMORY dealer
he lived in a shadow between the Verdant Parks
and the burnt ruins of the Maze
i.d been to see him plenty, fiendss
i met plenty of other M addicts at his place
we're all waiting around downstairs
in that dark spiderwebbed and creaky house
while billy and his missus
rhonda
theyre up there weighing up the fuckin M
squabbling and hassling
and carrying on
thatss too much for him...
no i owed him some....
fucken bullshit rhonda...
their bickering hissed into a whisper
we downstairs strained our ears to hear
it had gone quiet up there
this was a badde sign for us jonesin' ninnies
down below
it meant they were kissing and "making uppe"
and or
they were sampling their own goodes
which was very badde for us
i recognised namen turner there
the famous actor
remember
he was the guy who played napoleon
in that special on the hustler channel
he also used to go out with the chick
in the gillette commercials
who o.d.ed on m and e and h and c
the alphabet heiress or airhead
trumpeted the daily muck
a reputable gossip-paper
who printed all those lies about
me
about my crazed rampages
and subsequent arrests
anyway
turner caught my eye
goodaye sk, ya been waitin long?
turner proffered a limp pale hand
i ignored it
he was jonesin' bad
i felt nothing for him
shooting MEMORY had fucked up my compassion
i didnt care if turner waited here all day
im next namen
i said in a dry voice that crackled and fizzed
when they come down, theyre lookin after me
yeah no problem
said the little wimp
oh yeah hey sk
i gotta my own band now
you should come and see us
we're playing the leather martini
next tuesday, putcha name onna door?
dont bother i said
i aint coming
the last thing this whirld needs
is another fuckin actor strummin a geetar
and comin on all indy..
fuck you kilbey
turner snarled
youll see...
suddenly with much stumbling and wheezing
franklin and rhonda came back down the stairs
the M fiendss gathered round
like a pack of pidgeons round an olde lady
with breadcrumbs
pecking and squawking at each other
billy tossed me my lil packet contemptuously
you dont get much for 500 these days mate
i gazed in disbelief
at the tiny little bit of MEMORY
hed given me
i looked up
if you dont like it go to hell
turner smirked at me
well look what i got here
he held up his bulging packet
now both of you get the fuck out of my house
billy pushed us to the door
turner nipped off into a waiting taxi
and sped outta site
but i knew where that little fiend lived
mercury towers
down the end of merlin street
i took an elektrotram down to the docks
from there on foot
to mercury towers
graffitied to read:
MEMORY towers
i went up to turners floor
i came here once years ago
to a party and someone had said
thats namen turners place...
i banged on his door
like a foole he opened it
he was loaded like a dice
he was ethered like a salmon
he was as spliced as a bad film
i grabbed him
turner, can i just lend a little M off ya?
he lurched backwards into his hall
he hadda a load of pre-war era stuff on the wall
i began pushing my hands thru his pockets
looking for the fucking stuffe
he grabbed a knife from somewhere
and slashed my forehead
you little bastard i hissed
then he sank it deep into my heart
my life passed before my eyes
i watched it all second by second
all slowed down and exploded
multi angled and precise
yet incredibly fast
and it was over
there was an ineffable freedom
it was the release i'd always imagined
to go everywhere
or just be nowhere
it lasted for a million years
when i opened my eyes
i was surprised to see billy franklin
squinting down at me
man you better take it easy with this stuff
youre onstage in 2 minutes...
hey billy..
i struggled to talk
is my lute in tune....?
he lived in a shadow between the Verdant Parks
and the burnt ruins of the Maze
i.d been to see him plenty, fiendss
i met plenty of other M addicts at his place
we're all waiting around downstairs
in that dark spiderwebbed and creaky house
while billy and his missus
rhonda
theyre up there weighing up the fuckin M
squabbling and hassling
and carrying on
thatss too much for him...
no i owed him some....
fucken bullshit rhonda...
their bickering hissed into a whisper
we downstairs strained our ears to hear
it had gone quiet up there
this was a badde sign for us jonesin' ninnies
down below
it meant they were kissing and "making uppe"
and or
they were sampling their own goodes
which was very badde for us
i recognised namen turner there
the famous actor
remember
he was the guy who played napoleon
in that special on the hustler channel
he also used to go out with the chick
in the gillette commercials
who o.d.ed on m and e and h and c
the alphabet heiress or airhead
trumpeted the daily muck
a reputable gossip-paper
who printed all those lies about
me
about my crazed rampages
and subsequent arrests
anyway
turner caught my eye
goodaye sk, ya been waitin long?
turner proffered a limp pale hand
i ignored it
he was jonesin' bad
i felt nothing for him
shooting MEMORY had fucked up my compassion
i didnt care if turner waited here all day
im next namen
i said in a dry voice that crackled and fizzed
when they come down, theyre lookin after me
yeah no problem
said the little wimp
oh yeah hey sk
i gotta my own band now
you should come and see us
we're playing the leather martini
next tuesday, putcha name onna door?
dont bother i said
i aint coming
the last thing this whirld needs
is another fuckin actor strummin a geetar
and comin on all indy..
fuck you kilbey
turner snarled
youll see...
suddenly with much stumbling and wheezing
franklin and rhonda came back down the stairs
the M fiendss gathered round
like a pack of pidgeons round an olde lady
with breadcrumbs
pecking and squawking at each other
billy tossed me my lil packet contemptuously
you dont get much for 500 these days mate
i gazed in disbelief
at the tiny little bit of MEMORY
hed given me
i looked up
if you dont like it go to hell
turner smirked at me
well look what i got here
he held up his bulging packet
now both of you get the fuck out of my house
billy pushed us to the door
turner nipped off into a waiting taxi
and sped outta site
but i knew where that little fiend lived
mercury towers
down the end of merlin street
i took an elektrotram down to the docks
from there on foot
to mercury towers
graffitied to read:
MEMORY towers
i went up to turners floor
i came here once years ago
to a party and someone had said
thats namen turners place...
i banged on his door
like a foole he opened it
he was loaded like a dice
he was ethered like a salmon
he was as spliced as a bad film
i grabbed him
turner, can i just lend a little M off ya?
he lurched backwards into his hall
he hadda a load of pre-war era stuff on the wall
i began pushing my hands thru his pockets
looking for the fucking stuffe
he grabbed a knife from somewhere
and slashed my forehead
you little bastard i hissed
then he sank it deep into my heart
my life passed before my eyes
i watched it all second by second
all slowed down and exploded
multi angled and precise
yet incredibly fast
and it was over
there was an ineffable freedom
it was the release i'd always imagined
to go everywhere
or just be nowhere
it lasted for a million years
when i opened my eyes
i was surprised to see billy franklin
squinting down at me
man you better take it easy with this stuff
youre onstage in 2 minutes...
hey billy..
i struggled to talk
is my lute in tune....?
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