morning fiendss
yep
im in spain
im in bilbao
on the north atlantic coast
lovely little hotel
full of art for arts sake
great room
al mod cons
makes the columbia hotel in london
seem like a prison
this is my home for a few days
and im happy to be here
i feel moreorless neutral towards spain
it aint on my a list like switzerland, holland, hungary,italia
but it aint on my z list like you know where
(the states, france, blighty)
its on my neutral list,
along with germany and belgium and i dunno
as if these countries give a toss what ole sk thinks
so here we are
marty in his element speaking spanish
(i dont like that lisping much tho......)
hello to
manfred u
a lovely german hippy
hello to johnny garret
hello to denise
hello to jaime r
hello to d and t that i met in sydney at the winebank
amanda princess, my greek friend
in melby
hello to nicky s in dublin
to donald b in melby...hows my jack frost videos going
to my friend and brother the mud man
to the guys in colourado
to holly j, my arty mannyger
to gee none, my poetry coordinater
to all the rest
rikki m
belfy
nicky l in putney
(druid, that cd HIT THE FUCKING SPOT)
to boy d, i love ya
ya wifes lovely
and yer son is twice as handsome as you
to altres, my saviour
all the rest of ya
im so in love with you all
i pay my obeisances to vishnu
the most glorious gorgeous magnificent one
he who lets our eyes see
and our ears hear
who makes everything happen in its own goode time
someone wrote in yesterday
why vishnu
why krishna
cant my god be nameless...?
yes he can
god is so kind
he will come to you no matter
my wife n my mother n my brothers call me steven
my friends call me steve
the guys in the groop call me killer
my doodles call me daddy
sometimes the twillies call me papa
the guy in the bank calls me mr kilbey
a guy on a bus might call me sir or mate or hey you
i'll fucking answer to any of those names
if you need me, if you wanna talk to me
but
like
people
i been searching since i was born
ive dabbled in the lot
drugs, magic, christianity
new age
nlp,alp
i read the koran
i read the bible
i read the pali sutras of buddha
but
for me
the sublime thinking mans way
is bhakti yoga
devotion to god
to krishna
to vishnu
if i was god
id sure appear to humanity as vishnu
but my wife is a devotee of ganesha
the elephant god
we got more statues of old jumbo in our house
than ya can shake a wand at
for her she speaks to lord ganesha
and he answers
the hindus say vishnu has one thousand names
such are his attributes
on the battlefield of the mahabharata
arjuna implores krishna to reveal himself
in his universal form
krishna obliges his friend and devotee
but the sight is more than he can stand
so terrible and inexorably beautiful it is
"i saw whole universes being swallowed up in your mouths"
he begs krishna to return back to his human form
it was all too much
we have personalities and form
god can be formless, huge
a raging electrical void
but its hard for us to have a relationship with that
god is our father
fathers have personalities
god takes on the personality his devotee wishes
god can be your friend
your parent
your child
your lover
dont put limitations on it
vishnu/krishna was the one who came to me
when i hit that bottom
i know
but then again thats how i approached him
if you call for jesus
or shiva
or some goddess
if you call sincerely and needfully
im sure they will appear in these forms
in fact
it occurred to me
when vishnu did come to me that time
that it was more like
that i removed the barrier keeping him out
like taking a seal off something
it was me keeping him out
he was all around
but i was shutting him out
he will flow if you remove the barrier
of course as they say in narnia
aslan aint a TAME lion
meaning god aint at yer beck n call
you gotta mean it
you gotta work at it
i been up for three hours
bathing, purifying my body
chi gong
yoga
meditation
practising this art of communing with god
you think i could play bass n write songs
without years of practice
everything needs practice
you gotta work long n hard
marty speaks fuckin fluent spanish
i dunno a word
but he put those long hours in years ago
i didnt
i cant complain if i didnt do any work
atheism is a bit like that
you dont get results outta nothing
you have to figure it all out
i told ya
after 26 years in this groop
im only just beginning to sing
thats a lotta practice
how much harder if ya wanna walk n talk with jesus
nothing here comes easy...just like that
so i say to ya
read the gita
do some yoga
still your mind
then
and only then
if ya get no results
write back and tell me im jiving ya
proofs in the pudding baybee
you gotta do the homework (unfortunately)
a sublime bit of hindu philosophy
a master and a pupil
"master where does god reside"
the master says
"go to that yonder fig tree and pluck its fruit"
the pupil does so
"now cut the fruit open..what do ya see"
"i see these tiny black seeds"
"now crack a seed open what do ya see now?"
"master, there is nothing there"
ah says the master
that
that nothing
is the power behind everything.
its huge
its infintessimally tiny
its everywhere
its nowhere
get yer head round the paradoxes
you have to
this western world says
things are a or b
eastern world says things are both a and b and yet neither
when i 1st wanted to play bass n sing
i had to learn to deal with that little tiny paradox
my brains going whoah boy
i cant do both these things
i can only do one or the other..
i had to learn a way to do both
now its so easy for me its hard to imagine
a time i couldnt do it
i had to straighten out my brain
who was the "i" straightening out my brain
ah
that was the self
the one self
the same self
in every one of us
in the rocks
in the trees
in the aquatics
i guess even in some motherfucking idiot like georgie bush
there is that one self
that simply knows
how to do everything
the trick
to shut up yer mind
that dont know hardly anythin'
so you can hear the subtle message of the self
so thats why
i work on myself 2 or 3 hours a day
so the self
the brahman
the vishnu in my heart
can be heard
can whisper its knowledge
to my lumpen brain n body
cos i wanna hear that voice
i dont fucking care bout the world cup
(the beautiful game...HA!!)
i dont care bout the pop charts
wall street index
the bad n mediocre reviews ultc is getting
by people who obviously didnae listen
i dont care about yer gossip rags
or bread pitts new diet
or prince harrys new abortion
or whatever
i just wanna hear that sweet voice
we all have inside us
if you were at the borderline
you witnessed the result of my hard work
at rehabilitating my lazy middleaged puffy slob
that i was
into what im trying to become
its a work in progress
for 52 years
i aint even half a % there yet
im still arrogant angry revengeful
lustful greedy etc etc
(insert yer own most loathesome sk quality here)
but im gonna keep on trying
one of the side effects of this process
will be my songs n singing getting better n better
the happiness of my band
the communication with y'all
i thought the cchhur was MY band
nope
its all our band now
im just in control
but im trying to take on all yer dearest expectations
n actualise em for ya
a huge gig, my fiendss
i wont let ya down
our next album will be better
the next after that better still
i will be getting older AND better
till i drop off my perch
i am committed to you
i am committed to creating beautiful pop music
(to answer fandorins question)
i only realised that in the last 4 years
the guy before that wasnt me
he was a half me
not trying
not caring
tossing off the goode with the badde
but no longer
im gonna give ya the best of my love
you will be able to depend on it
i have surrounded myselves with players n producers
the calibre of tp, mwp, pk
simon pollywaffle
jeffy caino
mr kennedy
g bennie
im gonna give ya some goode stuff before i go
and i aint planning on goin anywhere fer a while
anyway that leaves me here
in bilbao
in a little hotel by the river
mountains all around
spaniards in the works
gigs to do
interviews to bullshit my way thru
people to meet
skies to see
gods to adore
im so excited by it all
the wonder of it all, baybee
its great being sk
i used to hate it
i hadda spend 500 bucks a day on smack
to get away from myself
now it aint so badde
i put in the hard yards
i beginning to see a light at the end o the tunnel
yes i still get angry when i lose my bologg
after typing it to ya for 2 fucking hours
yes i still have a million faults
very few virtues
im a human being
but i got lord vishnu sitting in my heart of hearts
and he and i got a tiny dialogue going
i love you people
please dont give up on it all
there IS a whole lotta hurt before ya get to the bliss
but you CAN get thru
bye bye blackbird
steve(n)
xxxxxx
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
honey, i shrunk my larynx
good on ya belfrank
ya talked me into buying some manuka honey
it saved mah voice
it coated me throat
it gave me the energy
yer olde mum was right
i owe ya another one
take another knighthood
take another childhood
whatever
you saved my voices ass
(!?)
yes yes yes
what can i say
the hchcur were brilliant
we rocked
we rolled
we shook our beatle booties
2 shows
4 hours playin n singin
with a fucked throat
can only thank this miracle manuka honey
got me thru
the london audience were the best
people i say i love you
i love you
i thank you for making it what it was
yes i am an extremely charismatic talented man
handsome debonair suave
possessed with talent in spades
yes thats all true
but what am i without a lovely audience
like you guys n gals
to worship n adore me
and buy my merch
it was nice to meet ya all
it was nice to shake the babies
and kiss yer hands
you were great
i dont know what to say to ya always
you said some kind things
"steve, i just wanna say youre my fave singer ever
and you got me thru divorce/disease/the death of my budgie
ad without yer music i'd be a goner"
me "oh, thanks"
i mean what do ya say when people say that stuff
sometimes i cant cope
and i say goofy stuff
try and joke it away
people we designed this music to move ya
just sometimes its hard to deal with it
when ya tell us...
but i appreciate it
i appreciate you
in swedish
jag uppskatter er
you all mean something to me
we are all in this together
im making the music that you wanted to make yerself
ya just didnt have the obsession that i did
to learn to put it together
but im just doing what we all wanna hear in fucking pop music
you know stuff like feeling and evocation
and ambiguity and invocation
and all those ingredients robbie willy-ams
and fleety streety dont put in their cake
i dont why
its free
anyway
the shows were great
it was all goode
no complaints
no rants
people were so nice
chris squire from yes was there
one of the guys from garbage
this smorning
greeted by the horrendous sight
of 4 yankeee waddlers
so fuckin unbelievably fat
2 couples
one black n one white
the chairs can hardly contain em
and theyre tucking into their eggies n bacon n sausages
and croissants n more sausages
fucking turned mah stomach to see these hopeless slobs
feeding themselves to death
no older than me
they then struggled out of their seats
and probably broke the lift
cos these babies werent using the stairs
these blobs need a month on manuka honey
20 laps in the pool
i dunno
cmon say im cruel
but no
i say these things outta concern
stop eating all that shit people
im fucking nearly fifty 2
i rocked for 4 hours last nite
and still had more energy to go
its cos im careful with what i eat
and im careful to keep on moving
i saw some pics of me lassa nite from 2002
what bloated blob i was
before i started my regime
you gotta cultivate vitality
you gotta breathe in the sweet prana that permeates the universe
you gotta walk in the park and talk to the wind
you gotta save a struggling insects life
bless the fledglings in the nests
look at the individual blades of grass
regard the sky with wonder
feel the rain on yer face
get out of yer fluoro lit office
run n skip n jump
me n my doodles e and a
we skip to school everymorning
people say
there goes that olde hippy skipping with yon twinnies
but skipping is hard when ya 52
but its so good for ya
do something people
take up some thing
meditate
contemplate
read the gospels
read the gita
implore lord vishnu to fill yer heart
he cannot resist yer sincere prayers
he WILL speak to ya if ya but ask
f'rinstance
if im sitting home and a or e
half heartedly says "hey dad"
chances are i could ignore em
but if theyre screaming n crying for me
if i think they need me
i'll be there inna flash
the heavenly mother/father is the same
all you have to do is ask
if yer asking in a cynical kinda show me what ya can do way
he aint gonna come
hes busy preserving protecting creating destroying
universes galaxies cosmos
he aint gonna answer yer phone call for some half assed thing
pray with every fibre of yer being
its hard
its hard to achieve that onepointed concentration
i was in rehab getting off the worst junk habit ever
i been shooting black tar heroin
i was so fucked up after 3 days in rehab
i didnt know what the fuck to do
i got down on my hands n knees
i got no pride left
look what i fucken done to myself
im spewing up green bile that burns my throat
im shaking sweating sneezing shivering
i m anxious like all harry
im insomniac
(the quack says mr kilbey
i just gave you enuff sleeping pills to knock out
a fucking horse, dude, i cant give ya anything more)
i cannot take it anymore
every junk starved cell in my body
is screaming in agony
i go down flat on my belly
to symbolise my total surrender
i pray
i say dearest lord vishnu
dearest krishna
sweet govinda
i am yer child
i cant take this
they say that youll never dish out more than we can take
and now i cant take any more
i put it in your hands
if you out there god
if you listning to your sad n fucked up childe
please now is the time...
im concentrating on this prayer 100 %
its my only hope
this is all true
then the lord
by his extraordinary mercy n grace
he came down into my head
filled my heart n body
soothing warm loving unspeakably beautiful presence
my dear child he says to me in a whisper in my heart
lie back down now and sleep
i lay on my bed
the pain HAS ALL SUBSIDED
i immediately fall into a lovely lucid dream
me n krishna walking the vrindavan, krishna loka
(his own place)
we talk of this n that
i wake up
ive slept for one hour
im refreshed
they fucken bloodtest n piss test me
in the rehab joint
cos they reckon im back on the gear
such was my rapid recovery
of course as my ego kicked back in..
(ego: well of course god would dig ME)
i got sick again
but my sweet lord saved my ass
i dont care if you dont believe this
i know what happened
i dont need to impress ya with some fony baloney
i have never achieved that level of contact since
but i know hes out there
listening to our prayers
consolation available
this is all a test
youre here to learn
god dont intervene
we have free will
he dont strike down the hitlers
or stop the tidal waves
he cant make 2 and 2 equal 5 either
but hes out there loving you thru all yer lives
i had to become a smack addict
i needed some humilty n compassion
i needed to see how the other half was "living"
i had only been a winner
i needed to lose
that was my lesson
i thank the lord for it
i dinnae care bout the houses and studios n cars
n rare fender guitars i put up my arm
fuck that
its just stuff
but it was worth it all
so i got in such a badde way
that i had nothing left
but god
and he was there for me
he'll be there for you too
and one day
maybe in a million years time
we will see why all the pain was necessary
for our growth
its hard to understand it now
lord why did my daughters have to get cysts in their brains
lord why did ya take grantley from us
why auntie weenie
why god why
its like yer kids asking you why they cant have ten icecreams fer breakfast
guys, you wont understand yet
its for yer own good
i could buy ya ten icecreams
but you wont thank me for it eventually
thats how it is with god
you cant understand her
you cant blame god for the evil men do
thats what this earth is for
to work it all out
its a heartbreaker
believe me, i know
but there IS a reason
dont fall into despair
dont let some idiot in a lab coat tell ya
god is a stimulated cortex in yer brain n nothing more
dont blame lord vishnu for the inquisition
or the holocaust
or yer kitten dying
it doesnt work like that
im not trying to fool you
god is here
in you n me
in everything
we are all part of the one big thing
separation is an illusion
love people n theyll love you
everybody, even hitler, even genghis fucking khan
they all need want love
its an obstacle course
get with it
try yoga
yoke your heart to gods
see where it can take ya
im living proof
i turned it around
anyone can
it aint easy
but its the very very best
the sweetest nectar
the most divine ambrosia
when ya know
it AINT all for nothing
you can write in and quote niels bohr
or kierkagard or nitszcheor whoever the fuck
satre or any other aetheistic "facts" you like
the rishis knew it all ten thousand years ago
the stuff our "scientists" are only beginning to suss
this is all vibration
nothing is really real
we can change things with our thoughts
we can change n improve n become more
than we ever thought
its up to you
its up to me
im heading off to spain now baybee
madrid is calling me
some latin passion
some spanish wine
i love you fiendss
speak to ya tomorrow
stevie k
ya talked me into buying some manuka honey
it saved mah voice
it coated me throat
it gave me the energy
yer olde mum was right
i owe ya another one
take another knighthood
take another childhood
whatever
you saved my voices ass
(!?)
yes yes yes
what can i say
the hchcur were brilliant
we rocked
we rolled
we shook our beatle booties
2 shows
4 hours playin n singin
with a fucked throat
can only thank this miracle manuka honey
got me thru
the london audience were the best
people i say i love you
i love you
i thank you for making it what it was
yes i am an extremely charismatic talented man
handsome debonair suave
possessed with talent in spades
yes thats all true
but what am i without a lovely audience
like you guys n gals
to worship n adore me
and buy my merch
it was nice to meet ya all
it was nice to shake the babies
and kiss yer hands
you were great
i dont know what to say to ya always
you said some kind things
"steve, i just wanna say youre my fave singer ever
and you got me thru divorce/disease/the death of my budgie
ad without yer music i'd be a goner"
me "oh, thanks"
i mean what do ya say when people say that stuff
sometimes i cant cope
and i say goofy stuff
try and joke it away
people we designed this music to move ya
just sometimes its hard to deal with it
when ya tell us...
but i appreciate it
i appreciate you
in swedish
jag uppskatter er
you all mean something to me
we are all in this together
im making the music that you wanted to make yerself
ya just didnt have the obsession that i did
to learn to put it together
but im just doing what we all wanna hear in fucking pop music
you know stuff like feeling and evocation
and ambiguity and invocation
and all those ingredients robbie willy-ams
and fleety streety dont put in their cake
i dont why
its free
anyway
the shows were great
it was all goode
no complaints
no rants
people were so nice
chris squire from yes was there
one of the guys from garbage
this smorning
greeted by the horrendous sight
of 4 yankeee waddlers
so fuckin unbelievably fat
2 couples
one black n one white
the chairs can hardly contain em
and theyre tucking into their eggies n bacon n sausages
and croissants n more sausages
fucking turned mah stomach to see these hopeless slobs
feeding themselves to death
no older than me
they then struggled out of their seats
and probably broke the lift
cos these babies werent using the stairs
these blobs need a month on manuka honey
20 laps in the pool
i dunno
cmon say im cruel
but no
i say these things outta concern
stop eating all that shit people
im fucking nearly fifty 2
i rocked for 4 hours last nite
and still had more energy to go
its cos im careful with what i eat
and im careful to keep on moving
i saw some pics of me lassa nite from 2002
what bloated blob i was
before i started my regime
you gotta cultivate vitality
you gotta breathe in the sweet prana that permeates the universe
you gotta walk in the park and talk to the wind
you gotta save a struggling insects life
bless the fledglings in the nests
look at the individual blades of grass
regard the sky with wonder
feel the rain on yer face
get out of yer fluoro lit office
run n skip n jump
me n my doodles e and a
we skip to school everymorning
people say
there goes that olde hippy skipping with yon twinnies
but skipping is hard when ya 52
but its so good for ya
do something people
take up some thing
meditate
contemplate
read the gospels
read the gita
implore lord vishnu to fill yer heart
he cannot resist yer sincere prayers
he WILL speak to ya if ya but ask
f'rinstance
if im sitting home and a or e
half heartedly says "hey dad"
chances are i could ignore em
but if theyre screaming n crying for me
if i think they need me
i'll be there inna flash
the heavenly mother/father is the same
all you have to do is ask
if yer asking in a cynical kinda show me what ya can do way
he aint gonna come
hes busy preserving protecting creating destroying
universes galaxies cosmos
he aint gonna answer yer phone call for some half assed thing
pray with every fibre of yer being
its hard
its hard to achieve that onepointed concentration
i was in rehab getting off the worst junk habit ever
i been shooting black tar heroin
i was so fucked up after 3 days in rehab
i didnt know what the fuck to do
i got down on my hands n knees
i got no pride left
look what i fucken done to myself
im spewing up green bile that burns my throat
im shaking sweating sneezing shivering
i m anxious like all harry
im insomniac
(the quack says mr kilbey
i just gave you enuff sleeping pills to knock out
a fucking horse, dude, i cant give ya anything more)
i cannot take it anymore
every junk starved cell in my body
is screaming in agony
i go down flat on my belly
to symbolise my total surrender
i pray
i say dearest lord vishnu
dearest krishna
sweet govinda
i am yer child
i cant take this
they say that youll never dish out more than we can take
and now i cant take any more
i put it in your hands
if you out there god
if you listning to your sad n fucked up childe
please now is the time...
im concentrating on this prayer 100 %
its my only hope
this is all true
then the lord
by his extraordinary mercy n grace
he came down into my head
filled my heart n body
soothing warm loving unspeakably beautiful presence
my dear child he says to me in a whisper in my heart
lie back down now and sleep
i lay on my bed
the pain HAS ALL SUBSIDED
i immediately fall into a lovely lucid dream
me n krishna walking the vrindavan, krishna loka
(his own place)
we talk of this n that
i wake up
ive slept for one hour
im refreshed
they fucken bloodtest n piss test me
in the rehab joint
cos they reckon im back on the gear
such was my rapid recovery
of course as my ego kicked back in..
(ego: well of course god would dig ME)
i got sick again
but my sweet lord saved my ass
i dont care if you dont believe this
i know what happened
i dont need to impress ya with some fony baloney
i have never achieved that level of contact since
but i know hes out there
listening to our prayers
consolation available
this is all a test
youre here to learn
god dont intervene
we have free will
he dont strike down the hitlers
or stop the tidal waves
he cant make 2 and 2 equal 5 either
but hes out there loving you thru all yer lives
i had to become a smack addict
i needed some humilty n compassion
i needed to see how the other half was "living"
i had only been a winner
i needed to lose
that was my lesson
i thank the lord for it
i dinnae care bout the houses and studios n cars
n rare fender guitars i put up my arm
fuck that
its just stuff
but it was worth it all
so i got in such a badde way
that i had nothing left
but god
and he was there for me
he'll be there for you too
and one day
maybe in a million years time
we will see why all the pain was necessary
for our growth
its hard to understand it now
lord why did my daughters have to get cysts in their brains
lord why did ya take grantley from us
why auntie weenie
why god why
its like yer kids asking you why they cant have ten icecreams fer breakfast
guys, you wont understand yet
its for yer own good
i could buy ya ten icecreams
but you wont thank me for it eventually
thats how it is with god
you cant understand her
you cant blame god for the evil men do
thats what this earth is for
to work it all out
its a heartbreaker
believe me, i know
but there IS a reason
dont fall into despair
dont let some idiot in a lab coat tell ya
god is a stimulated cortex in yer brain n nothing more
dont blame lord vishnu for the inquisition
or the holocaust
or yer kitten dying
it doesnt work like that
im not trying to fool you
god is here
in you n me
in everything
we are all part of the one big thing
separation is an illusion
love people n theyll love you
everybody, even hitler, even genghis fucking khan
they all need want love
its an obstacle course
get with it
try yoga
yoke your heart to gods
see where it can take ya
im living proof
i turned it around
anyone can
it aint easy
but its the very very best
the sweetest nectar
the most divine ambrosia
when ya know
it AINT all for nothing
you can write in and quote niels bohr
or kierkagard or nitszcheor whoever the fuck
satre or any other aetheistic "facts" you like
the rishis knew it all ten thousand years ago
the stuff our "scientists" are only beginning to suss
this is all vibration
nothing is really real
we can change things with our thoughts
we can change n improve n become more
than we ever thought
its up to you
its up to me
im heading off to spain now baybee
madrid is calling me
some latin passion
some spanish wine
i love you fiendss
speak to ya tomorrow
stevie k
Monday, May 29, 2006
the rooftops ov lunden, cor whatta sight!
allo mary poppinss
good morning fiendss
wherever you may roam
here i am in my hotel foyer in london
blogging for thee instead of seeing buckingham palace
or madam twoswords
or whatever all those tourists flock here for...
nope
im here
writing this missive to ya
in bayswater, opposite hyde park
and sydney fiendss
londons hyde park is a lot lot bigger n better than
its antipodean namesake
when i finish here
im gonna have a strolly wolly in the parky warky
ive been up early doing extra extra chi gong n yoga
to try n get my velvet sonorous voice back
and trade in this wheezey olde croak
i been listening to dasi by karnamrita "prayers by women to krishna"
its a kind of western take on some beautiful hindu sanskrit prayers
sri krsna hari murari
hey nath narayana vasudeva
syllables charged with deep magic before the dawn of time
(hey jaime r will understand)
guitars sitars flutes tablas
oh yes, very inspirational
oh yeah
they say im a nice bunch of guys
and maybe theres some truth in it
i never know who im gonna be when i wake up
i know i said some rude things about the motherland yesterday
im sorry i was a little despondant
i aint ever levelling these rants against the amazing buncha
churchites that have been loyal since the word go
i hope you n they realise that
i just wanted it to be as good as it has been lately
didnae wanna fly all the way
just to play a crummy gig
cos i wanna give ya the best
marty just told me chris squire from yes may be coming tonite
unbelievable
one of THE greatest bass players ever
i still listen to the stuff he did 30 years ago
and my jaw drops
man...i wanna meet that druid
dunno how my voice is gonna hold up tonite
2 shows is gonna be pushing it
fiendss youll be proud of me when i tell ya
that i refrained from smoking anything yessaday
at all
trying to save mah larynx
wanna hit the notes etc etc
i cant even remember the last time we played 2 shows on one night..
can we even do it?
fuck, i hope so
or we're gonna look bloody silly
anyway
here i am in england
talking with my australian accent
except when i meet an australian
then i talk with my english accent
i dont know who i am
i dont know what im sposed to be
a sinner and a would be saint
i just wanna heal everybody
with my music
but im still olde ugly and grumpy
im sorry if you find it frustrating
i do too
i thought i mighta known who im sposed to be by now
im just an actor
everything is a performance
music
sex
life
death
playing our parts
coming in
and dropping out
creating n destroying
today i feel so close to my god
the beautiful lord vishnu
i guess cozza all that yoga i just did
but i still could meet ya tonite
and youll walk away and say
whatta cunt that kilbee izz
remember if you catch me before i play
im too distracted to talk
if ya catch me after
im too exhausted
music is my anaesthetic
its my spell
its my coma
when i play i go somewhere else
and its hard to come back down to earth
and chat about whats been happning in yer life
i cant just switch this on or off anymore
this things coming thru us
and it fucking knackers mee out
so watch out if i dont make with the small talk
im not a good party animal fiendss
im not a good mixer
im not a social type
if ya wanna talk to me
talk to me about narnia or troy
or the mahabharata
or marc bolan
or vegan food
otherwise im not much chop
i know a lot about a few things
and almost nothing about anything else
my poor olde dad despaired about my mechanical abilities(non existent)
so idunno
apologising in advance for my inadequate conversation
if i meet ya tonite
anyway
its all me, me , me
on here, isnt it?
im a self obsessed egotistical narcissistic prick
but i can rock a little too
is it love
is it love
is it love
that makes us rock?
ok fiendss
im gonna leave ya here
think of me
sitting here in the columbia hotel
opposite hyde park
watching the green leaves move in the cold breeze
its a bank holiday
its very quiet
london aint so badde, guv'nor
i take it all back
im ready to be inglish again
my mum n dad are fucking cockneys fer god sake
im english thru n thru
im just a little confused
thats all
i need a little lie down and a rest
i need a months holiday in budapest
i need to see my lovely wife n my kiddiwinks
i need love
see ya tonite
hope the voicebox holds out
i love ya
sk
good morning fiendss
wherever you may roam
here i am in my hotel foyer in london
blogging for thee instead of seeing buckingham palace
or madam twoswords
or whatever all those tourists flock here for...
nope
im here
writing this missive to ya
in bayswater, opposite hyde park
and sydney fiendss
londons hyde park is a lot lot bigger n better than
its antipodean namesake
when i finish here
im gonna have a strolly wolly in the parky warky
ive been up early doing extra extra chi gong n yoga
to try n get my velvet sonorous voice back
and trade in this wheezey olde croak
i been listening to dasi by karnamrita "prayers by women to krishna"
its a kind of western take on some beautiful hindu sanskrit prayers
sri krsna hari murari
hey nath narayana vasudeva
syllables charged with deep magic before the dawn of time
(hey jaime r will understand)
guitars sitars flutes tablas
oh yes, very inspirational
oh yeah
they say im a nice bunch of guys
and maybe theres some truth in it
i never know who im gonna be when i wake up
i know i said some rude things about the motherland yesterday
im sorry i was a little despondant
i aint ever levelling these rants against the amazing buncha
churchites that have been loyal since the word go
i hope you n they realise that
i just wanted it to be as good as it has been lately
didnae wanna fly all the way
just to play a crummy gig
cos i wanna give ya the best
marty just told me chris squire from yes may be coming tonite
unbelievable
one of THE greatest bass players ever
i still listen to the stuff he did 30 years ago
and my jaw drops
man...i wanna meet that druid
dunno how my voice is gonna hold up tonite
2 shows is gonna be pushing it
fiendss youll be proud of me when i tell ya
that i refrained from smoking anything yessaday
at all
trying to save mah larynx
wanna hit the notes etc etc
i cant even remember the last time we played 2 shows on one night..
can we even do it?
fuck, i hope so
or we're gonna look bloody silly
anyway
here i am in england
talking with my australian accent
except when i meet an australian
then i talk with my english accent
i dont know who i am
i dont know what im sposed to be
a sinner and a would be saint
i just wanna heal everybody
with my music
but im still olde ugly and grumpy
im sorry if you find it frustrating
i do too
i thought i mighta known who im sposed to be by now
im just an actor
everything is a performance
music
sex
life
death
playing our parts
coming in
and dropping out
creating n destroying
today i feel so close to my god
the beautiful lord vishnu
i guess cozza all that yoga i just did
but i still could meet ya tonite
and youll walk away and say
whatta cunt that kilbee izz
remember if you catch me before i play
im too distracted to talk
if ya catch me after
im too exhausted
music is my anaesthetic
its my spell
its my coma
when i play i go somewhere else
and its hard to come back down to earth
and chat about whats been happning in yer life
i cant just switch this on or off anymore
this things coming thru us
and it fucking knackers mee out
so watch out if i dont make with the small talk
im not a good party animal fiendss
im not a good mixer
im not a social type
if ya wanna talk to me
talk to me about narnia or troy
or the mahabharata
or marc bolan
or vegan food
otherwise im not much chop
i know a lot about a few things
and almost nothing about anything else
my poor olde dad despaired about my mechanical abilities(non existent)
so idunno
apologising in advance for my inadequate conversation
if i meet ya tonite
anyway
its all me, me , me
on here, isnt it?
im a self obsessed egotistical narcissistic prick
but i can rock a little too
is it love
is it love
is it love
that makes us rock?
ok fiendss
im gonna leave ya here
think of me
sitting here in the columbia hotel
opposite hyde park
watching the green leaves move in the cold breeze
its a bank holiday
its very quiet
london aint so badde, guv'nor
i take it all back
im ready to be inglish again
my mum n dad are fucking cockneys fer god sake
im english thru n thru
im just a little confused
thats all
i need a little lie down and a rest
i need a months holiday in budapest
i need to see my lovely wife n my kiddiwinks
i need love
see ya tonite
hope the voicebox holds out
i love ya
sk
Sunday, May 28, 2006
the hungarian empire +the emerald aisle
fiendss
dont ever tell me this aint a weird job
that im not in some weird weird position
no
i aint asking fer yer sympathy for this olde devil
i never do
but its doing my tiny head in
and its only about day 5
(insert own joke here!)
well
for a start
hungary was UNBELEEEVABLE
and unleavable
oh my tiny fiendss
those hungarians
living the boheemian lifestyle
oh budapest
with its green and slightly overgrown and wild gardens
the blossoms and pollen drift on warm breezes
its old ochre buildings
fiendss
you dont think i wanna stay here for a hundred years
the food.....excellent, delicious
the special hungarian liquers
yeah whats that black stuff called
we had REAL absinthe
not that grain alcohol with a splash of wormwood flavour
that ya smugly buy in the bottle-o on oxford st
and ya think ya getting the real deal
now this real absinthe
drunk with the burning sugar n stuff
i can see how it drove a few olde poetic types
right round the twist...
its refreshes some part of ya
that other alco holes dont seem to touch much
typical ole sk raving on about some new drug...right?
but this one comes with a caveat
beware this fire burns
this green fire with burning sugar
it smacks ya into some wormwood place
fiendss
they dont call it wormwood for nuthink
its also the name of the ghastly star
that will come close to earf in its final daze
go figger that druids
any way
yes i had a drop of absinthe
the gig was under a little pond/lake
in the middle of a park
in the middle of bpest
all long unmown grass
dudes sitting round in berets reading kafke
with beautiful magyar girlfriends
everybody taking their own sweet bohemian time
everybody just ambling along in that warm eastern hazy sun
a little bit like stockholm
if the swedes were a bit more fucking laissez-faire
and not so uptight with the gardening
but more inviting than scanda
some strange allure
fiendss this place is a best kept secret
uncrowded
unhurried
anyway the gig is actually under this water
from onstage you can look up thru
a layer of water and beyond it the greyblue sky
this aint no ordinary gig
the people there....a DELIGHT
everyfuckingone of em
laying on the black liquors and jazz ciggies
helping out
lending us stuff
speaking their melodic version of english
we played our whole set to rehearse
that wassa a mistake
cos for one of the only times ever
my voice has begun to give out
all that projection ive been gaining
my ability that i have only got in the last
couple of years
to insinuate my voice into a room and fill it up
i couldnae really do it
until just now
i dunno
a few years
but now im really perfecting it
before that
my olde singing
was almost no projection
no resonance
a style
but little real singing
now im combining the 2
dont worry fiendss
i aint turning into johnny bluesgrunter
im just trying to get this as good as i can
and fiendss
there was lots of room for improvement
anyway we finish soundcheck
theres some weird little fashion/dance thing
going down
people with fur stuck to their faces
and women running round
doing the kinda thing that eve and aurora
do in their "drama" classes when i pick em up
running around "gracefully"
anyway...why the hell not???
the gig was a fucking corker
we had it nailed immediately
we were a little ruff
but our machine sang like a lark
and we pulled off some minor miracle
which is when basically
4 olde geezers
with some acc instruments
took themselves and a few others
to another place for a cuppla hours
the audience were lovely
there were about 6/7 hundred
we did our encores
we loved em
they loved us
it was a done deal
my voicey is now a gruff squeak
(if ya can imagine that!!!)
but fuck it
i have some more absinthe
and wander off to my hotel
which was one of the nicest i EVER stayed at
and i didnt even have a room with a balcony
like the othars
anyway
next morning i do yoga
i have a delicious brekky
in the little dining area
this place is the opposite
of some western fast food fucked up bullshit
this has style grace
its all understated
the furniture and design
some impossible cool that australia never achieves
its fucking european culture at its subtle and finest
not just a capitalistic franchised runway
a real city
trees, gardens, rivers, and statues
and castles
if you like that stuff
well they got it here
and i must also say
that mr k n
who made the whole thing possible
was a true host
and is now promoted to
sir kev of kilbeyland
for services beyond the call of duty
fiendss
it was gonna be hard to top hungary
the next day we spent flying
hanging round heathrow
(like purgatory with newsagents)
we finally get into ireland bout 7 oclock
straight to gig
where we meet the following assorted
lords of the kilbey realm
lord boyd of laytownbuzzard
lord merrick of eternal youth and treesaver
sir richard a, energetic and unchanged
bishop michael farrant a true believer
count belfrank
who made this gig possible
(Oh my dear friend i hope ya didnt lose too many euros on it)
count belfrank, the gift of the gab
the man i shoulda been having lunchy with
when they busted me in nyc
(ha! now i always listen to his advice)
ah..another sprightly young knave
duke rikki tikki tavi maymee baybee
of the incredibly huge rock band
the blah blah blah blahs
(hi anton....ive recovered from meeting you
and i wanna get back in the ring for another swing!)
duke maymee produced the pipeweed
and we hobbits smoked
ok ok
ya saying
what about yer voice
fiendss
it is /was shot
in medical laryngeal terms
the condition is called a fucked up voice
coughing up nasty stuff
i can hardly talk
let alone sing
shut up
the other members had been saying all day
but they do that every day too
by the time we hit dubbling
my voice was a hoarse croak with a strange occaisional
high pitched bit
no longer the velvety crooner
but just a tired olde git
with a fucked voice
and a scared feeling
cos this has never really happened to me before a gig
we come all the way to ireland
and i cant sing
im sorry
nothings gonna cheer me up about that
i wanted to show em what i could do
and i was like a guitarist with one olde rusty string
to play on
the crowd was kinda small and kinda reserved
i guess
not like the hungarians
who jumped right into it
there was a distance i could not bridge
my humour was forced
it fell flat and no bugger laughed
you see
fiendss
ireland and i have a little problem with each other
i never quite "got" it about ireland
and it never quite "got" it about me
thats just how life is
ya cant love and be loved by everywhere
i played abysmally
and felt like wishing
that hole would open in the stage
and take me down to some stygian pit
where i could rail against my disappointment
for EVERBODYS sake
the rest of the band played on
they were ok
but we never transcended
the way we so effortlessly had in bpest
we had exceeded our time limit curfew
and we played only un mo for the on core
which was unsatisfying
im sorry fiendss
you want some honesty
i hadde a terrible gig
i couldnt sing
my bass playing was hopeless
it was nae anyones fault
its just the way it goes
afterwards we met
earl frankie xk and dame janice
and the lovely and divine
nicky see more
of that famous band
the you know whos
a true australian character
comedian, raconteur etc etc
cmon see more
thats enuff flattery for ya
but these guys are amazing folks
almost lift me outta doldrums
back to hotel
very nice actually
much better than what i knows coming in london tonite
im english
can i say this
i feel homeless in my home country
i cant understand the lager
the pubs
the sausages n beans n darts
the stupid obsession wiv soccer and its associated violence
its ridiculous prices (at least for australians)
its awful fucking hotels
its stodgy food
its obseession wiv posh n bex n page 3 royal gossip
bullshit
its a cockney america wiv worse food
england
my england
what fuckin happened to ya
id rather go to any other city in europe
than london
i love my english fans n fiends and family
theres still a lot of brilliant and beautiful people here
but have a look at what flleet street hath wrought
look at prince fucking harry n robbie willy-ams
stay in a london hotel for a week
but im always looking for that mythical london
of the swinging sixties
and now its just greed n souvenirs
and a fucking million people everywhere you look
the hideously poor
the hideously rich
im sorry england
you spawned me
and i know you dont care what i think
but just like america
its all going wrong
ya cant ignore the things ya trying to ignore
yer celebrity culture disgusts me
what do i know
im a halfbreed thats not at home anywhere
i like bondi fuckin' beach cos its easy
and its warm
and ya pretty much can do whatever ya like
i dont like london cos its cold n grey n dirty n heartbreaking
but our english fans
are some of the most knowledgable n erudite as you can get
i guess i got the same problem with england as ireland
we never really understood each other
you can stick yer whole cockney wide boy artfull dodger routine
but all my favourite bands come from england
cmon england fucking rules music
nuff said
why didnt they ever really like us over there
i guess not everbody can go all the way
we lucky to be playing over here at all at this stage of game
so englands a big screaming paradox for me
i always thought i was doing all my music for the english
i thought they were the only ones whod understand my lyrics n that
but not everything can be popular
i guess it wasnt the surefire thing i thought it was
never mind
i look forward to the borderline so so much
i cant tell ya
not london
but the gig itself
if my olde ruined voicey can regain its former splenda
we will surely deliver on our promise
and fiends
i aint innit fot the moneytravelwomenfame
i just wanna strap on mah fender bass
sing mah songs with my compadres
and i wanna fucking deliver
do what we can do
which no other can do
quite the way that we do
it aint always easy
its a lofty goal
gotta keep tryin' for it
see ya later frankies
nick c-moor
lovely colleens and oirish laddies
we're bound for olde blighty
will she take me in her arms n love me?????
i'll let ya know
same bat time
same bat channel
sk
dont ever tell me this aint a weird job
that im not in some weird weird position
no
i aint asking fer yer sympathy for this olde devil
i never do
but its doing my tiny head in
and its only about day 5
(insert own joke here!)
well
for a start
hungary was UNBELEEEVABLE
and unleavable
oh my tiny fiendss
those hungarians
living the boheemian lifestyle
oh budapest
with its green and slightly overgrown and wild gardens
the blossoms and pollen drift on warm breezes
its old ochre buildings
fiendss
you dont think i wanna stay here for a hundred years
the food.....excellent, delicious
the special hungarian liquers
yeah whats that black stuff called
we had REAL absinthe
not that grain alcohol with a splash of wormwood flavour
that ya smugly buy in the bottle-o on oxford st
and ya think ya getting the real deal
now this real absinthe
drunk with the burning sugar n stuff
i can see how it drove a few olde poetic types
right round the twist...
its refreshes some part of ya
that other alco holes dont seem to touch much
typical ole sk raving on about some new drug...right?
but this one comes with a caveat
beware this fire burns
this green fire with burning sugar
it smacks ya into some wormwood place
fiendss
they dont call it wormwood for nuthink
its also the name of the ghastly star
that will come close to earf in its final daze
go figger that druids
any way
yes i had a drop of absinthe
the gig was under a little pond/lake
in the middle of a park
in the middle of bpest
all long unmown grass
dudes sitting round in berets reading kafke
with beautiful magyar girlfriends
everybody taking their own sweet bohemian time
everybody just ambling along in that warm eastern hazy sun
a little bit like stockholm
if the swedes were a bit more fucking laissez-faire
and not so uptight with the gardening
but more inviting than scanda
some strange allure
fiendss this place is a best kept secret
uncrowded
unhurried
anyway the gig is actually under this water
from onstage you can look up thru
a layer of water and beyond it the greyblue sky
this aint no ordinary gig
the people there....a DELIGHT
everyfuckingone of em
laying on the black liquors and jazz ciggies
helping out
lending us stuff
speaking their melodic version of english
we played our whole set to rehearse
that wassa a mistake
cos for one of the only times ever
my voice has begun to give out
all that projection ive been gaining
my ability that i have only got in the last
couple of years
to insinuate my voice into a room and fill it up
i couldnae really do it
until just now
i dunno
a few years
but now im really perfecting it
before that
my olde singing
was almost no projection
no resonance
a style
but little real singing
now im combining the 2
dont worry fiendss
i aint turning into johnny bluesgrunter
im just trying to get this as good as i can
and fiendss
there was lots of room for improvement
anyway we finish soundcheck
theres some weird little fashion/dance thing
going down
people with fur stuck to their faces
and women running round
doing the kinda thing that eve and aurora
do in their "drama" classes when i pick em up
running around "gracefully"
anyway...why the hell not???
the gig was a fucking corker
we had it nailed immediately
we were a little ruff
but our machine sang like a lark
and we pulled off some minor miracle
which is when basically
4 olde geezers
with some acc instruments
took themselves and a few others
to another place for a cuppla hours
the audience were lovely
there were about 6/7 hundred
we did our encores
we loved em
they loved us
it was a done deal
my voicey is now a gruff squeak
(if ya can imagine that!!!)
but fuck it
i have some more absinthe
and wander off to my hotel
which was one of the nicest i EVER stayed at
and i didnt even have a room with a balcony
like the othars
anyway
next morning i do yoga
i have a delicious brekky
in the little dining area
this place is the opposite
of some western fast food fucked up bullshit
this has style grace
its all understated
the furniture and design
some impossible cool that australia never achieves
its fucking european culture at its subtle and finest
not just a capitalistic franchised runway
a real city
trees, gardens, rivers, and statues
and castles
if you like that stuff
well they got it here
and i must also say
that mr k n
who made the whole thing possible
was a true host
and is now promoted to
sir kev of kilbeyland
for services beyond the call of duty
fiendss
it was gonna be hard to top hungary
the next day we spent flying
hanging round heathrow
(like purgatory with newsagents)
we finally get into ireland bout 7 oclock
straight to gig
where we meet the following assorted
lords of the kilbey realm
lord boyd of laytownbuzzard
lord merrick of eternal youth and treesaver
sir richard a, energetic and unchanged
bishop michael farrant a true believer
count belfrank
who made this gig possible
(Oh my dear friend i hope ya didnt lose too many euros on it)
count belfrank, the gift of the gab
the man i shoulda been having lunchy with
when they busted me in nyc
(ha! now i always listen to his advice)
ah..another sprightly young knave
duke rikki tikki tavi maymee baybee
of the incredibly huge rock band
the blah blah blah blahs
(hi anton....ive recovered from meeting you
and i wanna get back in the ring for another swing!)
duke maymee produced the pipeweed
and we hobbits smoked
ok ok
ya saying
what about yer voice
fiendss
it is /was shot
in medical laryngeal terms
the condition is called a fucked up voice
coughing up nasty stuff
i can hardly talk
let alone sing
shut up
the other members had been saying all day
but they do that every day too
by the time we hit dubbling
my voice was a hoarse croak with a strange occaisional
high pitched bit
no longer the velvety crooner
but just a tired olde git
with a fucked voice
and a scared feeling
cos this has never really happened to me before a gig
we come all the way to ireland
and i cant sing
im sorry
nothings gonna cheer me up about that
i wanted to show em what i could do
and i was like a guitarist with one olde rusty string
to play on
the crowd was kinda small and kinda reserved
i guess
not like the hungarians
who jumped right into it
there was a distance i could not bridge
my humour was forced
it fell flat and no bugger laughed
you see
fiendss
ireland and i have a little problem with each other
i never quite "got" it about ireland
and it never quite "got" it about me
thats just how life is
ya cant love and be loved by everywhere
i played abysmally
and felt like wishing
that hole would open in the stage
and take me down to some stygian pit
where i could rail against my disappointment
for EVERBODYS sake
the rest of the band played on
they were ok
but we never transcended
the way we so effortlessly had in bpest
we had exceeded our time limit curfew
and we played only un mo for the on core
which was unsatisfying
im sorry fiendss
you want some honesty
i hadde a terrible gig
i couldnt sing
my bass playing was hopeless
it was nae anyones fault
its just the way it goes
afterwards we met
earl frankie xk and dame janice
and the lovely and divine
nicky see more
of that famous band
the you know whos
a true australian character
comedian, raconteur etc etc
cmon see more
thats enuff flattery for ya
but these guys are amazing folks
almost lift me outta doldrums
back to hotel
very nice actually
much better than what i knows coming in london tonite
im english
can i say this
i feel homeless in my home country
i cant understand the lager
the pubs
the sausages n beans n darts
the stupid obsession wiv soccer and its associated violence
its ridiculous prices (at least for australians)
its awful fucking hotels
its stodgy food
its obseession wiv posh n bex n page 3 royal gossip
bullshit
its a cockney america wiv worse food
england
my england
what fuckin happened to ya
id rather go to any other city in europe
than london
i love my english fans n fiends and family
theres still a lot of brilliant and beautiful people here
but have a look at what flleet street hath wrought
look at prince fucking harry n robbie willy-ams
stay in a london hotel for a week
but im always looking for that mythical london
of the swinging sixties
and now its just greed n souvenirs
and a fucking million people everywhere you look
the hideously poor
the hideously rich
im sorry england
you spawned me
and i know you dont care what i think
but just like america
its all going wrong
ya cant ignore the things ya trying to ignore
yer celebrity culture disgusts me
what do i know
im a halfbreed thats not at home anywhere
i like bondi fuckin' beach cos its easy
and its warm
and ya pretty much can do whatever ya like
i dont like london cos its cold n grey n dirty n heartbreaking
but our english fans
are some of the most knowledgable n erudite as you can get
i guess i got the same problem with england as ireland
we never really understood each other
you can stick yer whole cockney wide boy artfull dodger routine
but all my favourite bands come from england
cmon england fucking rules music
nuff said
why didnt they ever really like us over there
i guess not everbody can go all the way
we lucky to be playing over here at all at this stage of game
so englands a big screaming paradox for me
i always thought i was doing all my music for the english
i thought they were the only ones whod understand my lyrics n that
but not everything can be popular
i guess it wasnt the surefire thing i thought it was
never mind
i look forward to the borderline so so much
i cant tell ya
not london
but the gig itself
if my olde ruined voicey can regain its former splenda
we will surely deliver on our promise
and fiends
i aint innit fot the moneytravelwomenfame
i just wanna strap on mah fender bass
sing mah songs with my compadres
and i wanna fucking deliver
do what we can do
which no other can do
quite the way that we do
it aint always easy
its a lofty goal
gotta keep tryin' for it
see ya later frankies
nick c-moor
lovely colleens and oirish laddies
we're bound for olde blighty
will she take me in her arms n love me?????
i'll let ya know
same bat time
same bat channel
sk
Friday, May 26, 2006
hungary like the wolfe
hiya peeple
yeah
im here
in budapest baybee
its beautiful
its amazing
its hansel n gretelsville
fabulous hotel with all mod cons
jazz cigarettes
lovely restaurant
good food
oh life is hard
but today must start rehearsals
must do some re learning
sorry to give ya such a short one
but tonites the gig(gle)
so i should have the lowdown for ya
tomorrow
i love you guys
and gals
sk
yeah
im here
in budapest baybee
its beautiful
its amazing
its hansel n gretelsville
fabulous hotel with all mod cons
jazz cigarettes
lovely restaurant
good food
oh life is hard
but today must start rehearsals
must do some re learning
sorry to give ya such a short one
but tonites the gig(gle)
so i should have the lowdown for ya
tomorrow
i love you guys
and gals
sk
Thursday, May 25, 2006
fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i just sat here typing a fuckin blogg for an hour
and it cut me off
so fuck it
fuck you
and fuck fucking england
machine swallowed my dough
and cut me off in the middle of everything
FOR NO REASON
i love london
yer really get ya moneys werth here baybee
fuck it all
its all gone
im so madde
im fuckin livid
im fuckin fuming
byesk
and it cut me off
so fuck it
fuck you
and fuck fucking england
machine swallowed my dough
and cut me off in the middle of everything
FOR NO REASON
i love london
yer really get ya moneys werth here baybee
fuck it all
its all gone
im so madde
im fuckin livid
im fuckin fuming
byesk
down in the sea south of hong kong
morning or evening fiendss
i cant tell
im in hong kong airport
waiting for my flight to london
so far so good
my valiums n panadeine fortes are keeping the back pain at bay
i gotta seat on my own on way here
so my claustrophobia didnt bite too badde
ive just turned on my lappy
and got connected straight away
having said all that
not much to report really
on my way to budapest
never been in eastern europe before
and its spring...
im sure therell be a little friction when east meets west
but it cant be helped
there were a buncha hungarian kids at bully high
they were all quite nice too
have no real preconceptions at all
will let it all happen as it wants
i no longer need to control things
the way i once tried to
and lifes easier that way
i hadda last minute panic
when my ipod locked up
but the lovely laetitia helped me unlock
at the last moment too
taxi waiting n everything
was quite despondent
it just needed a little jiggery pokery
laetitia youre promoted to
lady of the sk realm
lady laetitia of coogee arise
for services to the great cause
as you can imagine fiendss
im not really in a raconteur mode rite now
so i may save my battery
wish you all a good morning
night
or whatever the fuck it is where you are
i love you all
bye bye
sk weary correspondent
i cant tell
im in hong kong airport
waiting for my flight to london
so far so good
my valiums n panadeine fortes are keeping the back pain at bay
i gotta seat on my own on way here
so my claustrophobia didnt bite too badde
ive just turned on my lappy
and got connected straight away
having said all that
not much to report really
on my way to budapest
never been in eastern europe before
and its spring...
im sure therell be a little friction when east meets west
but it cant be helped
there were a buncha hungarian kids at bully high
they were all quite nice too
have no real preconceptions at all
will let it all happen as it wants
i no longer need to control things
the way i once tried to
and lifes easier that way
i hadda last minute panic
when my ipod locked up
but the lovely laetitia helped me unlock
at the last moment too
taxi waiting n everything
was quite despondent
it just needed a little jiggery pokery
laetitia youre promoted to
lady of the sk realm
lady laetitia of coogee arise
for services to the great cause
as you can imagine fiendss
im not really in a raconteur mode rite now
so i may save my battery
wish you all a good morning
night
or whatever the fuck it is where you are
i love you all
bye bye
sk weary correspondent
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
its all mixed up
30 microgrammes of codeine phosphate
or was that 30 millograms?
the black rain slides across the window
discreet music hovers
the wind buffets the house
long dark cloud comes down
hides the hubba bridge and the oprah house
winter night arrives in sydney
in the warm glow of home
in the living room
the room that lives
in the lamplight
soft furniture music
romantic time
we embrace our paradoxes
shudder through changes
i run my fingers over the options
night settles in
lights come on on the hillsides
8 oclock comes around
finds me in a dream
tinnitus rings on in my silence
my world becomes narrow
i get in touch with the deep thing
a frozen lake
a fiery core
so glad to be inside
safe and warm
a roof over my head
raindrops form black and silver circles on glass
i think of rain on chrome
tail lights red in the mirrors
i think of birds in nests
protective wings of my angel
my eyes blurr now
it doesnt matter
the inner light sometimes shines for me
illuminations
nothing what it seemed
it seemed nothing
i underestimate the rain
i turn my collar
to the cold and damp
the phone rings
moment becomes inert
what else is falling out there ?
take this
said the doctor
this is for your fevered imagination
and this is for your broken promises
and take this when you miss home
in the middle of everything
an irish interviewer rings up from dubb-lynne
he loves ultc
well thats a goode start
no steve he says
i really love it man
we talk about grant
i cant believe he was so well loved everywhere
major obituaries and everything
grantley i hope ya seeing some of this
i know youre lapping it up
he says the irish especially loved ya
we finish talking
i smoke some
the rain drizzles n sizzles
sad night
night before depature
quiet
drift away
or was that 30 millograms?
the black rain slides across the window
discreet music hovers
the wind buffets the house
long dark cloud comes down
hides the hubba bridge and the oprah house
winter night arrives in sydney
in the warm glow of home
in the living room
the room that lives
in the lamplight
soft furniture music
romantic time
we embrace our paradoxes
shudder through changes
i run my fingers over the options
night settles in
lights come on on the hillsides
8 oclock comes around
finds me in a dream
tinnitus rings on in my silence
my world becomes narrow
i get in touch with the deep thing
a frozen lake
a fiery core
so glad to be inside
safe and warm
a roof over my head
raindrops form black and silver circles on glass
i think of rain on chrome
tail lights red in the mirrors
i think of birds in nests
protective wings of my angel
my eyes blurr now
it doesnt matter
the inner light sometimes shines for me
illuminations
nothing what it seemed
it seemed nothing
i underestimate the rain
i turn my collar
to the cold and damp
the phone rings
moment becomes inert
what else is falling out there ?
take this
said the doctor
this is for your fevered imagination
and this is for your broken promises
and take this when you miss home
in the middle of everything
an irish interviewer rings up from dubb-lynne
he loves ultc
well thats a goode start
no steve he says
i really love it man
we talk about grant
i cant believe he was so well loved everywhere
major obituaries and everything
grantley i hope ya seeing some of this
i know youre lapping it up
he says the irish especially loved ya
we finish talking
i smoke some
the rain drizzles n sizzles
sad night
night before depature
quiet
drift away
Monday, May 22, 2006
thimbles and thunderbolts
hi ya people
feeling weary
not much of a blogg today, i suspect
feeling sad to leave the fam n the home
on wednesday
not looking forward to it that much
bit of a cold
back aching still
not feeling like much of a rockstarr
to tell ya the truth
as ian hunter said
you gotta stay a young man
you can never get old
you look like a star
but youre really on the dole
he also said
god aint jive
he also said
pass the salt
to his wife once
i dunno
the doodles have gotten up for school
warm n confused they tumble out of bed
aurora comes n gives me a kiss
mornin dad she says in her jimmy stewart accent
the doodles have lived here 4 years now
they still speak with american accents
sometimes they get confused
they dont know whether to say
bath
or barth
fast
or farst
they dont know whether to say
sidewalk or footpath
sometimes they say footwalk
or sidepath....
im gonna miss my doodles
thats fer sure
but europe awaits
the roar of the greasepaint
the smell of the crowd
actually on a cold morning
sitting here
in the bosom of my fam
i dont really have any desire to sally forth
and take europe by storm
i just wanna stay home
dont wanna get in a cab
get to airport
stand in q
go thru customs
get on plane to singapore for 9 hours
wait around there for 4 hours
then plane to london for 13 hours
then negotiate heathrow
more customs
then plane to hungary
more customs cabs queues
finally to hotel
ah now i can sleep
no you cant
you got jet lag mr killbee
you cant sleep now
in hungary it might be 11 at night
but in austraylia its 9 in the morning
and im ready to swim
then of course next morning
when the lovely and attractive kevin n
drops by to get me
im gonna be ready for slumberland
such is the jetsetting musos lot
look
i love playing
i live for it
onstage i am anaesthetised
oblivious
under a spell
i just hate waiting
i hate travelling
i hate listen to the other dudes in mah band
blabbing on about something i already heard
a million times
i hate the awkward meetings
steve, this is roger bullpitt
hes the head of programming here at KPOX
steve, im yer biggest fan...
whats yer group called again?
i hate it when i walk off stage
when i just played for 2 hours
im soaking wet and exhausted
and some dude immediately storms in
and starts up a conversation
about something .......
jesus...
i hate trying to find vegetarian...let alone vegan food
i hate driving down the autobahn at 2oo miles an hour
in the rain and spray
i hate hotels next door to construction sites
i hate "fans" who love you so much
they wanna have an argument
i hate going onstage without a smoke
(pls take note of that, someone!)
i hate it when i cant get thru to australia
or they charge me an arm n a leg
per minute phone call
oh fiendss
its no bedda roses on tour
i know you dont feel sorry for me
i know yer thinkin'
get out there and rock
and stop complainin' you olde whinger
the friction
the disapointment
the rip offs
the arguments
the blah blah blah blah blah
i know
i should be grateful
im almost 52 n im still rockin
just get on with it
ok
i will
i will rock all over this world
i will be happy
i will be olde gifted n white
i will be onstage with bells on
i will smile thru the sad songs
i will be polite
even to grovelling wallies
and rude sods
i will treat you all with equanamity
i will be kind n courteous
even when asked to sign
one of martys records
step on my toe, i'll laugh
knock over my bass, i'll grin
get my towel damp, i'll love ya for it
oh im such a changed and nice bloke now
its sickening
no more the grumpy supercilious cynical bastard
of yore
now sweetness n light
humbly glad to be on the road
and honoured to sing my song for ya
thats it you creatures
thats it for today
was that ok
was it enuff
am i still in yer goodbooks?
see ya in buda, pests
sk
feeling weary
not much of a blogg today, i suspect
feeling sad to leave the fam n the home
on wednesday
not looking forward to it that much
bit of a cold
back aching still
not feeling like much of a rockstarr
to tell ya the truth
as ian hunter said
you gotta stay a young man
you can never get old
you look like a star
but youre really on the dole
he also said
god aint jive
he also said
pass the salt
to his wife once
i dunno
the doodles have gotten up for school
warm n confused they tumble out of bed
aurora comes n gives me a kiss
mornin dad she says in her jimmy stewart accent
the doodles have lived here 4 years now
they still speak with american accents
sometimes they get confused
they dont know whether to say
bath
or barth
fast
or farst
they dont know whether to say
sidewalk or footpath
sometimes they say footwalk
or sidepath....
im gonna miss my doodles
thats fer sure
but europe awaits
the roar of the greasepaint
the smell of the crowd
actually on a cold morning
sitting here
in the bosom of my fam
i dont really have any desire to sally forth
and take europe by storm
i just wanna stay home
dont wanna get in a cab
get to airport
stand in q
go thru customs
get on plane to singapore for 9 hours
wait around there for 4 hours
then plane to london for 13 hours
then negotiate heathrow
more customs
then plane to hungary
more customs cabs queues
finally to hotel
ah now i can sleep
no you cant
you got jet lag mr killbee
you cant sleep now
in hungary it might be 11 at night
but in austraylia its 9 in the morning
and im ready to swim
then of course next morning
when the lovely and attractive kevin n
drops by to get me
im gonna be ready for slumberland
such is the jetsetting musos lot
look
i love playing
i live for it
onstage i am anaesthetised
oblivious
under a spell
i just hate waiting
i hate travelling
i hate listen to the other dudes in mah band
blabbing on about something i already heard
a million times
i hate the awkward meetings
steve, this is roger bullpitt
hes the head of programming here at KPOX
steve, im yer biggest fan...
whats yer group called again?
i hate it when i walk off stage
when i just played for 2 hours
im soaking wet and exhausted
and some dude immediately storms in
and starts up a conversation
about something .......
jesus...
i hate trying to find vegetarian...let alone vegan food
i hate driving down the autobahn at 2oo miles an hour
in the rain and spray
i hate hotels next door to construction sites
i hate "fans" who love you so much
they wanna have an argument
i hate going onstage without a smoke
(pls take note of that, someone!)
i hate it when i cant get thru to australia
or they charge me an arm n a leg
per minute phone call
oh fiendss
its no bedda roses on tour
i know you dont feel sorry for me
i know yer thinkin'
get out there and rock
and stop complainin' you olde whinger
the friction
the disapointment
the rip offs
the arguments
the blah blah blah blah blah
i know
i should be grateful
im almost 52 n im still rockin
just get on with it
ok
i will
i will rock all over this world
i will be happy
i will be olde gifted n white
i will be onstage with bells on
i will smile thru the sad songs
i will be polite
even to grovelling wallies
and rude sods
i will treat you all with equanamity
i will be kind n courteous
even when asked to sign
one of martys records
step on my toe, i'll laugh
knock over my bass, i'll grin
get my towel damp, i'll love ya for it
oh im such a changed and nice bloke now
its sickening
no more the grumpy supercilious cynical bastard
of yore
now sweetness n light
humbly glad to be on the road
and honoured to sing my song for ya
thats it you creatures
thats it for today
was that ok
was it enuff
am i still in yer goodbooks?
see ya in buda, pests
sk
Sunday, May 21, 2006
my achey brakey back
no
poor olde sk
his back still aint fixxed
i had acupuncture
i had chiropracter
i had physiotherapist
i had massage
no better
becoming despondent
not least
that i gotta get onna plane to europe
on wednesday
i cant sitting in one spot
for 5 minutes
let alone a 30 hour flight
in a tin can
squashed in between the fat lady and the fidgetty kids
or the nervous alcoholic and the crying babies
or
(insert pasenger from hell here)
i hate fucking flying
i loathe fucking flying
once i merely disliked it
but after the chchurs experience
on the plane when the engine exploded
im not so keen on the friendly skies
"we have suffered catastrophic engine damage"
came on the cap'ns voice
catastrophic!!!??
wouldnt very bad or terrible been enuff
did he have to say catastrophic
the guy next to me(mr d lane)
starting railing against his fate
"what am i doing on this fuckin' plane...
i knew it was gonna crash"
mwp across the aisle leans over
well olde bean , been nice knowing you...
see you on the other side..
timmy p says
i dont mind us dying
but what about our kidsss?
the captain says
we gonna return to melbourne
we should be able to fly with one engine
an irishman behind me says
if that one blows we could be up here all day....
(no, that was a little levity, folks)
actually
i started praying
i started chanting
hare krishna
hare krishna
please god
im commending my spirit into yer hands
the plane begins its turn around
fucking hell
it just hangs there limp in the sky
like it aint got the steam to do it
ok ok
finally we make it
but im so over flying now
ive flown a billion flights
sydney singapore london stockholm
new york la rome paris
jesus
i had more jet lag than
dutch pierres had hot dinners
im scared, ok?
i dont mind who knows it
im scared!
i hate the air on airpl;anes
i hate the food
i hate the gay aussie stewards
who wake yer up for a sausage ommelette
at 3 in the morning
or the captains who blast onto the
"relaxation" channell
to tell ya that baghdad is just to the right of the cabin
i hate the queues and the suspicion
i hate the searches
i hate the customs
its a miserable thing
and now my back has locked up
or my lock has backed up
so i aint no happy flyer, fiendss
im chicken hearted wreck
im a landlubbing scaredy cat
so pity me
on wednesday
yeah im looking forward to seeing budapest
and playing at dublin village
(answering yer question, lee!)
but i do not wanna fly
its gonna be purgatory
see what i go thru
for your sakes fiendss
it aint all dancing on clouds
i love ya
sk
poor olde sk
his back still aint fixxed
i had acupuncture
i had chiropracter
i had physiotherapist
i had massage
no better
becoming despondent
not least
that i gotta get onna plane to europe
on wednesday
i cant sitting in one spot
for 5 minutes
let alone a 30 hour flight
in a tin can
squashed in between the fat lady and the fidgetty kids
or the nervous alcoholic and the crying babies
or
(insert pasenger from hell here)
i hate fucking flying
i loathe fucking flying
once i merely disliked it
but after the chchurs experience
on the plane when the engine exploded
im not so keen on the friendly skies
"we have suffered catastrophic engine damage"
came on the cap'ns voice
catastrophic!!!??
wouldnt very bad or terrible been enuff
did he have to say catastrophic
the guy next to me(mr d lane)
starting railing against his fate
"what am i doing on this fuckin' plane...
i knew it was gonna crash"
mwp across the aisle leans over
well olde bean , been nice knowing you...
see you on the other side..
timmy p says
i dont mind us dying
but what about our kidsss?
the captain says
we gonna return to melbourne
we should be able to fly with one engine
an irishman behind me says
if that one blows we could be up here all day....
(no, that was a little levity, folks)
actually
i started praying
i started chanting
hare krishna
hare krishna
please god
im commending my spirit into yer hands
the plane begins its turn around
fucking hell
it just hangs there limp in the sky
like it aint got the steam to do it
ok ok
finally we make it
but im so over flying now
ive flown a billion flights
sydney singapore london stockholm
new york la rome paris
jesus
i had more jet lag than
dutch pierres had hot dinners
im scared, ok?
i dont mind who knows it
im scared!
i hate the air on airpl;anes
i hate the food
i hate the gay aussie stewards
who wake yer up for a sausage ommelette
at 3 in the morning
or the captains who blast onto the
"relaxation" channell
to tell ya that baghdad is just to the right of the cabin
i hate the queues and the suspicion
i hate the searches
i hate the customs
its a miserable thing
and now my back has locked up
or my lock has backed up
so i aint no happy flyer, fiendss
im chicken hearted wreck
im a landlubbing scaredy cat
so pity me
on wednesday
yeah im looking forward to seeing budapest
and playing at dublin village
(answering yer question, lee!)
but i do not wanna fly
its gonna be purgatory
see what i go thru
for your sakes fiendss
it aint all dancing on clouds
i love ya
sk
Saturday, May 20, 2006
cant keep out the killers with love man
morning fiendss
its the morning after the winebanq gig
yeah was pretty good i guess
some idiots talking
some philistine yuppies drinkin' booze
and yapping loudly
beyond redemption, i left em alone...
we were pretty goode
not that youll believe me reviewing myself
my humility is famous
and im so proud of my modesty
(hello diane n therese)
we still debating the existence of god?
i love it when you got cats writing in
and quoting stuff about peptide indicators
and amino chains
yeah right
yah i really believe you understand that
and i really believe that the science of today
is the last word
and will never be changed
ie
that unlike every other 50 years
the boffins of today have got the whole story
i guess they couldnt trap vishnu in their test tubes
so i spose thats it
although i am surrounded by planets orbitting in space
(oh the big bang did it...
we cant believe in a creator
but we'll believe in a big bang)
although i am surrounded by the trees and birds
and aquatics and the flowers
each a part in some fantastic inter related system
everything where it should be
i will ignore my eyes and common sense
i will ignore the observations of my life
i will toe the atheist party line
cos it makes me feel smug and modern
quoting some bullshit i dont understand
and despite all that has happened to me
i got modern science
thats all i need
wont be taken in
too many nasty things happning on this earth
(all done by men exercising their FREE WILL!)
ya cant have it both ways
you want free will....ya got it
then you scream out
how did god let this happen
boys n girls you can quote yer high school chemistry to me
i know what i know
the proofs in my pudding
all my art
my songs
my words
are god affirming
they are not dry exercises in atheism and materialism
or sciencism
i have prayed to god
he has answered my prayers
sometimes
very rarely
he has entered my heart
and swollen me up with his lovely magnificence
(im sure some brain surgeon out there will say
oh if we manipulate the blah blah cortex with blah blah
then we will see pseudo religious blah blah)
whatever fiendss
i dont fucking care if you cant open yer eyes
to the beauty that surrounds you
arguing with me on a computer
when if you meditated for one minute
on a simple leaf or ant or cloud
you could see the aesthetic design
the love and care
the simple elegant hand of a creator
putting all this into motion
i guess you got science on yer side
i guess youve sussed it all
ok
ok
ok
i couldnt persuade ya
i dont quite understand
why youre reading my blogg
so full it is
with my olde hippy superstitious nonsense
i mean vishnu....come on
re incarnation
youve seen thru it all
intelligent design.....ha!
nope
it was like this
there wazza big big bang
(wow that was a loud bang)
before the bang it was super concentrated matter
then
kaboom
it all comes flying out
the sun stopped jus' about where it is now
then mercury stopped
then venus
then the olde earthy werthy
stopped here
and started going round n round the sun
then
chemicals got together
evolved
and here we all are
ladies n gentlemen
life! (the musical)
yeah its all pretty plausible
cos newton was replaced by einstein replaced by hoyle
replaced by hawkings
replaced by whoever it is now
some dude in a university in california
standing at a blackboard
sussing this whole fucking thing
all other theories now outdated...
we used to believe fred jones theory
but now jim smiths is the one..
ok
thats ok
you scientific types have straightened out
this olde dreamer
i aquiesce
it was vain of me to suggest other wise
what would i know
im just a washed up olde rocker
amusing ya online
with my olde blather n blabber
gods dead
x=y
the neuron peptides are alkoloidal binglebangs
the cosine values of black stars indicate rhubarb
ok
i know what i know
you know what you know
vive le differance, baybee
i love ya anyway
eeven if you dont believe me or care
i love ya
may the b. bang bless us all!
sk
coming soon
questions and answers
ask me a pertinent interesting q
i'll try and a it for ya
one q per reader
no anonymous questions
i gotta know who asketh
its the morning after the winebanq gig
yeah was pretty good i guess
some idiots talking
some philistine yuppies drinkin' booze
and yapping loudly
beyond redemption, i left em alone...
we were pretty goode
not that youll believe me reviewing myself
my humility is famous
and im so proud of my modesty
(hello diane n therese)
we still debating the existence of god?
i love it when you got cats writing in
and quoting stuff about peptide indicators
and amino chains
yeah right
yah i really believe you understand that
and i really believe that the science of today
is the last word
and will never be changed
ie
that unlike every other 50 years
the boffins of today have got the whole story
i guess they couldnt trap vishnu in their test tubes
so i spose thats it
although i am surrounded by planets orbitting in space
(oh the big bang did it...
we cant believe in a creator
but we'll believe in a big bang)
although i am surrounded by the trees and birds
and aquatics and the flowers
each a part in some fantastic inter related system
everything where it should be
i will ignore my eyes and common sense
i will ignore the observations of my life
i will toe the atheist party line
cos it makes me feel smug and modern
quoting some bullshit i dont understand
and despite all that has happened to me
i got modern science
thats all i need
wont be taken in
too many nasty things happning on this earth
(all done by men exercising their FREE WILL!)
ya cant have it both ways
you want free will....ya got it
then you scream out
how did god let this happen
boys n girls you can quote yer high school chemistry to me
i know what i know
the proofs in my pudding
all my art
my songs
my words
are god affirming
they are not dry exercises in atheism and materialism
or sciencism
i have prayed to god
he has answered my prayers
sometimes
very rarely
he has entered my heart
and swollen me up with his lovely magnificence
(im sure some brain surgeon out there will say
oh if we manipulate the blah blah cortex with blah blah
then we will see pseudo religious blah blah)
whatever fiendss
i dont fucking care if you cant open yer eyes
to the beauty that surrounds you
arguing with me on a computer
when if you meditated for one minute
on a simple leaf or ant or cloud
you could see the aesthetic design
the love and care
the simple elegant hand of a creator
putting all this into motion
i guess you got science on yer side
i guess youve sussed it all
ok
ok
ok
i couldnt persuade ya
i dont quite understand
why youre reading my blogg
so full it is
with my olde hippy superstitious nonsense
i mean vishnu....come on
re incarnation
youve seen thru it all
intelligent design.....ha!
nope
it was like this
there wazza big big bang
(wow that was a loud bang)
before the bang it was super concentrated matter
then
kaboom
it all comes flying out
the sun stopped jus' about where it is now
then mercury stopped
then venus
then the olde earthy werthy
stopped here
and started going round n round the sun
then
chemicals got together
evolved
and here we all are
ladies n gentlemen
life! (the musical)
yeah its all pretty plausible
cos newton was replaced by einstein replaced by hoyle
replaced by hawkings
replaced by whoever it is now
some dude in a university in california
standing at a blackboard
sussing this whole fucking thing
all other theories now outdated...
we used to believe fred jones theory
but now jim smiths is the one..
ok
thats ok
you scientific types have straightened out
this olde dreamer
i aquiesce
it was vain of me to suggest other wise
what would i know
im just a washed up olde rocker
amusing ya online
with my olde blather n blabber
gods dead
x=y
the neuron peptides are alkoloidal binglebangs
the cosine values of black stars indicate rhubarb
ok
i know what i know
you know what you know
vive le differance, baybee
i love ya anyway
eeven if you dont believe me or care
i love ya
may the b. bang bless us all!
sk
coming soon
questions and answers
ask me a pertinent interesting q
i'll try and a it for ya
one q per reader
no anonymous questions
i gotta know who asketh
Friday, May 19, 2006
look out honey, im using technology.....aint got time to make no apology
why hello there
thank vishnu its friday
lord maha-vishnu
asleep in the causal ocean
universes floating out of his pores as he dreams
as he dreams this all up
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
no solidity
all is vibration
those sublime rishis had it all sussed
when the europeans were still dressed in skins
all is vibration
if you reduce the solid matter of a human being
you have a little bag of ash
we are almost nothing
our senses have fooled us
we believe in this maya around us
we set limitations on our selves
and others
we forget our past lives
last nite i had a bizarre dream
i was someone else
in another place
during the dream i couldnt remember
that i was steven kilbey
lying in my bed dreaming....?!
what hope do we have of remembering our other lives
people say to me
wow..you learnt painting fast...
no
thats not true
i can remember painting
and music
and poetry
from other lives
you see when i am still enuff
or stoned enuff
or unawares enuff
the past seeps thru the barriers
that have been erected
to stop us going crazy remembering our past lives
i dunno about you baby
but i was born with all kindsa knowledge
feelings
inclinations
inexplicable
sometimes i am so close to my other lives
i can hear the voices
when i paint n draw
my sk mind goes quiet
and the artists that i have been
before
guide me
sometimes sk is going
no no
what the fuck are you doing that for
"trust us" say the voices
and the less sk interferes
the better it is
i go into a trance
and the other men and women in me
take over
i wake up from time to time
whats going on
"shh ssshhh" say the voices
"leave this to us"
consequently
the more i meditate
the more i do yoga
the more i swim
and(unfortunately)
the more i smoke pot
the better everything i do gets
that accounts for the hchcurs great surge in 2002
our surge in creativity
i was back
no longer a tired burnt out podgy middleaged struggler
baby i fought long n hard against smack
and lethargy
and indifference
i reinvented my self
steve kilbey # ?
depends how you count
id say during the hchcurs lifetime
at least 4 sks
the 1st naive bigmouth pretty youth
the 2nd successful cynical manne
the 3rd puffy heroin wreck
the 4th the modern sk
the olde but super energetic druid
up early
typing bloggs
and fiddling round with pastels
i have more energy now than when i was 18
these eastern disciplines work people
dont complain to me if youre a lazy bloated
meat eating tv watching ciggy sucking
olde bore
veganism, people
so you can vibrate
so you dont weigh down yer body
with dead rotting sludge
and bad karma
and pain
yoga, people
for flexibility
to potentiate your talents
for the union of heaven and earth
for discipline
meditation, people
for wisdom
sincerity
peace
happiness
knowledge
chi gong
for cosmic energy
swimming
for endurance
for breath
for more discipline
(you think the lazy slug in me
wants to dive in a 13 degree pool
on a cold raining winter morning????)
and finally
and most controversially
pot
yes i know pot causes paranoia
and psychic episodes in some people
i do not recommend it to
kids
teenagers
nervous people
people with a history of....
(insert yer own nasty thing here)
but im sorry
i aint no couch potatoe pothead
smoking bongs and watching jerry sprengler
yep theres plenty of them i know
im sorry
i have to say
to the outrage of my detractors
pot has always worked for me
after 34 years of smoking the stuff
it has unfailingly helped me re arrange my brain
re connect the wires in my mind...
i hear a c major chord
and i hear the limitless songs contained therein
i see a phrase and songs and poems fly to me
i pick up my pastels and they draw by themselves
no who among you can argue with 34 years of experience
it has ALWAYS worked for ME
we have a symbiotic relationship
dont compare pot to smack
they have nothing in common
if i run outta pot
i wont steal murder rob to get it
i might feel a little bored or restless
yes thats true..
but i wont pawn my fucking bass to get it
pots badde fer yer lungs
i admit that
it makes ya eat more than you should
i admit that
it has had injurious effects on some people
and i dont promote it willy nilly
but this is my diary
this is my world
i pull no punches here, fiendss
thats why you coming to love me so much
thats why i coming to love you so much
my blogge is the truth
and i aint hiding nuthing from ya
why should i?
i gotta a great life going on
and im happy to share it with ya
im grateful to the lord for letting me have
this day and my daily bread
and im enthusiastic and brimming over
with a thousand ideas
i can do anything i like
and i fucking will too
if you dig it
stick around
if you dont
heres yer money back
sk iou $0.00
have a nice day, fiendss
i'll be thinking of ya
steve kilbey
thank vishnu its friday
lord maha-vishnu
asleep in the causal ocean
universes floating out of his pores as he dreams
as he dreams this all up
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
no solidity
all is vibration
those sublime rishis had it all sussed
when the europeans were still dressed in skins
all is vibration
if you reduce the solid matter of a human being
you have a little bag of ash
we are almost nothing
our senses have fooled us
we believe in this maya around us
we set limitations on our selves
and others
we forget our past lives
last nite i had a bizarre dream
i was someone else
in another place
during the dream i couldnt remember
that i was steven kilbey
lying in my bed dreaming....?!
what hope do we have of remembering our other lives
people say to me
wow..you learnt painting fast...
no
thats not true
i can remember painting
and music
and poetry
from other lives
you see when i am still enuff
or stoned enuff
or unawares enuff
the past seeps thru the barriers
that have been erected
to stop us going crazy remembering our past lives
i dunno about you baby
but i was born with all kindsa knowledge
feelings
inclinations
inexplicable
sometimes i am so close to my other lives
i can hear the voices
when i paint n draw
my sk mind goes quiet
and the artists that i have been
before
guide me
sometimes sk is going
no no
what the fuck are you doing that for
"trust us" say the voices
and the less sk interferes
the better it is
i go into a trance
and the other men and women in me
take over
i wake up from time to time
whats going on
"shh ssshhh" say the voices
"leave this to us"
consequently
the more i meditate
the more i do yoga
the more i swim
and(unfortunately)
the more i smoke pot
the better everything i do gets
that accounts for the hchcurs great surge in 2002
our surge in creativity
i was back
no longer a tired burnt out podgy middleaged struggler
baby i fought long n hard against smack
and lethargy
and indifference
i reinvented my self
steve kilbey # ?
depends how you count
id say during the hchcurs lifetime
at least 4 sks
the 1st naive bigmouth pretty youth
the 2nd successful cynical manne
the 3rd puffy heroin wreck
the 4th the modern sk
the olde but super energetic druid
up early
typing bloggs
and fiddling round with pastels
i have more energy now than when i was 18
these eastern disciplines work people
dont complain to me if youre a lazy bloated
meat eating tv watching ciggy sucking
olde bore
veganism, people
so you can vibrate
so you dont weigh down yer body
with dead rotting sludge
and bad karma
and pain
yoga, people
for flexibility
to potentiate your talents
for the union of heaven and earth
for discipline
meditation, people
for wisdom
sincerity
peace
happiness
knowledge
chi gong
for cosmic energy
swimming
for endurance
for breath
for more discipline
(you think the lazy slug in me
wants to dive in a 13 degree pool
on a cold raining winter morning????)
and finally
and most controversially
pot
yes i know pot causes paranoia
and psychic episodes in some people
i do not recommend it to
kids
teenagers
nervous people
people with a history of....
(insert yer own nasty thing here)
but im sorry
i aint no couch potatoe pothead
smoking bongs and watching jerry sprengler
yep theres plenty of them i know
im sorry
i have to say
to the outrage of my detractors
pot has always worked for me
after 34 years of smoking the stuff
it has unfailingly helped me re arrange my brain
re connect the wires in my mind...
i hear a c major chord
and i hear the limitless songs contained therein
i see a phrase and songs and poems fly to me
i pick up my pastels and they draw by themselves
no who among you can argue with 34 years of experience
it has ALWAYS worked for ME
we have a symbiotic relationship
dont compare pot to smack
they have nothing in common
if i run outta pot
i wont steal murder rob to get it
i might feel a little bored or restless
yes thats true..
but i wont pawn my fucking bass to get it
pots badde fer yer lungs
i admit that
it makes ya eat more than you should
i admit that
it has had injurious effects on some people
and i dont promote it willy nilly
but this is my diary
this is my world
i pull no punches here, fiendss
thats why you coming to love me so much
thats why i coming to love you so much
my blogge is the truth
and i aint hiding nuthing from ya
why should i?
i gotta a great life going on
and im happy to share it with ya
im grateful to the lord for letting me have
this day and my daily bread
and im enthusiastic and brimming over
with a thousand ideas
i can do anything i like
and i fucking will too
if you dig it
stick around
if you dont
heres yer money back
sk iou $0.00
have a nice day, fiendss
i'll be thinking of ya
steve kilbey
Thursday, May 18, 2006
a sound permeating all directions at once
morning you lot
oh oh i slept in
its 6 50
oh dear
naughty sk snoozing in so late
ok a few small announcements
sir belfrank d
whom was cruelly and thoughtlessley
left off the list of friends of sk
has now been promoted to
lord of the realm
after receiving package yesterday
with so many goodies
it was ridiculous
houdini vids
jeff buckley
t rex vids
william blake (wasnt he in slowdive..?)
loadsa stuff
altres is also promoted to lord of the sink ports
for his package of gifts
now im not saying a package of gifts
gets you a knighthood at sk land..
but..
arise sir brian h altres
and sir belfrank d.
you guys are the most....
see yer at dublin and england
and altres...
can you bring me some scottish jazz numbers
just in case...?
talking of which
as its my auntie irenes funeral today
im having a few puffs off my vaporiser
which is a little machine
that turns your smoking materials into vapour
thats right, not smoke
but vapour
no smell
no fuss
just pure vapour
which means you can enjoy yer fave
"smoking mix"
even at yer grannies house
but no smell or smoke
at the moment im sampling a little
victorian gippsland organic indica
and its going down a treat
now if yer tired of me mentioning pot
im so fucking sorry
i bet youd go on charles bukowskis blogg
and say
im bored with hearing about alcohol
so if ya dont like it mes amigos
theres the door
and heres another detail ive forgotten to mention
this blogg will close down on 22 nov this year
thats right
im gonna cut ya all off
im gonna release a blook
of this blogg
im gonna win a pull-lister! prize
im gonna buy a big house in vor-cluse
and thatll be the last yer see of my well toned ass
so lap it up while its fer free
see if ya can find another bass toting word spitting
smooth crooning olde genius
that you can trust with yer heart
yep
i think those guys are kinda thin on the ground round here
so keep that doomsday date in yer head fiendss
22 november 2006
the day after peter ks birthday
(as yer sending off his expensive presents priority mail
youll notice the date and gulp )
do you realise whatll happen when yer cut off
cold turkey
sweating
anxiety
nausea
feeling of "unreality"
emotions gone haywire
there maybe chills fever
coughing
masturbating
imitating fish
need to urinate rainbows
desire for musk sticks n sherbet
a perverse need to listen to dabble
yep
there some of the downsides
to being a bloggefiend
so be nice to me while im here
youre gonna cry when im gone
you gonna say
oh that sk
they dont make bloggers like him annie moore
he blogged every hour god sent, that manne
he was a prophet seer and a sage
a bass pluckin' philanthropist
a poetic saint (with naughty bits)
fiendss
if i do deign to carry on after yon date
im a frayed yer gonna be digging in yer pockets
cos im spending more time on this than anything else
in my life
my kids dont know me
i heard aurora justine say to her mum
whos that olde cat with the white beard n scruffy hair
bangin' away on the lapp top
its true
now ive just topped up my vapouriser
with a little something
pam n perry found for me
in northern new south wales
see
if ya smoke enuff dope
you can be northern and south
at the same time
2 places at once, fiendss
so dont be angry with me you ballbrakers
i gotta long drive
and a sad task ahead of me
im jus' havin' somethin' to get detatched
by the way
save up yer pennies
kh is gonna release jack frost 1
again
with all etcs
im repainting the covers
yer gonna love it
it might help when the blogge dries up
it certainly wont hurt
ok
ok
i gotta go get ready
me n jlk n rpk
gonna drive down to canberry
to say goodbye to irene bennett nee jackson
i guess i'll see olde joycie there
shes pretty sad about this too
itll cheer her up to see her three sons
the good, the bad, and the ugly
not necessarily in that order
go forth
or go fourth
it doesnae matter to me
i love you
sk
oh oh i slept in
its 6 50
oh dear
naughty sk snoozing in so late
ok a few small announcements
sir belfrank d
whom was cruelly and thoughtlessley
left off the list of friends of sk
has now been promoted to
lord of the realm
after receiving package yesterday
with so many goodies
it was ridiculous
houdini vids
jeff buckley
t rex vids
william blake (wasnt he in slowdive..?)
loadsa stuff
altres is also promoted to lord of the sink ports
for his package of gifts
now im not saying a package of gifts
gets you a knighthood at sk land..
but..
arise sir brian h altres
and sir belfrank d.
you guys are the most....
see yer at dublin and england
and altres...
can you bring me some scottish jazz numbers
just in case...?
talking of which
as its my auntie irenes funeral today
im having a few puffs off my vaporiser
which is a little machine
that turns your smoking materials into vapour
thats right, not smoke
but vapour
no smell
no fuss
just pure vapour
which means you can enjoy yer fave
"smoking mix"
even at yer grannies house
but no smell or smoke
at the moment im sampling a little
victorian gippsland organic indica
and its going down a treat
now if yer tired of me mentioning pot
im so fucking sorry
i bet youd go on charles bukowskis blogg
and say
im bored with hearing about alcohol
so if ya dont like it mes amigos
theres the door
and heres another detail ive forgotten to mention
this blogg will close down on 22 nov this year
thats right
im gonna cut ya all off
im gonna release a blook
of this blogg
im gonna win a pull-lister! prize
im gonna buy a big house in vor-cluse
and thatll be the last yer see of my well toned ass
so lap it up while its fer free
see if ya can find another bass toting word spitting
smooth crooning olde genius
that you can trust with yer heart
yep
i think those guys are kinda thin on the ground round here
so keep that doomsday date in yer head fiendss
22 november 2006
the day after peter ks birthday
(as yer sending off his expensive presents priority mail
youll notice the date and gulp )
do you realise whatll happen when yer cut off
cold turkey
sweating
anxiety
nausea
feeling of "unreality"
emotions gone haywire
there maybe chills fever
coughing
masturbating
imitating fish
need to urinate rainbows
desire for musk sticks n sherbet
a perverse need to listen to dabble
yep
there some of the downsides
to being a bloggefiend
so be nice to me while im here
youre gonna cry when im gone
you gonna say
oh that sk
they dont make bloggers like him annie moore
he blogged every hour god sent, that manne
he was a prophet seer and a sage
a bass pluckin' philanthropist
a poetic saint (with naughty bits)
fiendss
if i do deign to carry on after yon date
im a frayed yer gonna be digging in yer pockets
cos im spending more time on this than anything else
in my life
my kids dont know me
i heard aurora justine say to her mum
whos that olde cat with the white beard n scruffy hair
bangin' away on the lapp top
its true
now ive just topped up my vapouriser
with a little something
pam n perry found for me
in northern new south wales
see
if ya smoke enuff dope
you can be northern and south
at the same time
2 places at once, fiendss
so dont be angry with me you ballbrakers
i gotta long drive
and a sad task ahead of me
im jus' havin' somethin' to get detatched
by the way
save up yer pennies
kh is gonna release jack frost 1
again
with all etcs
im repainting the covers
yer gonna love it
it might help when the blogge dries up
it certainly wont hurt
ok
ok
i gotta go get ready
me n jlk n rpk
gonna drive down to canberry
to say goodbye to irene bennett nee jackson
i guess i'll see olde joycie there
shes pretty sad about this too
itll cheer her up to see her three sons
the good, the bad, and the ugly
not necessarily in that order
go forth
or go fourth
it doesnae matter to me
i love you
sk
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
seconds,minutes,hours,days, weeks,months,years,decades.centuries
time, gentlemen...
what is this stuff
what is this thing called time
where did all that time go
why it was only yesterday that......
another morning dawns
brings me closer to the things i want
and
the things i dread
the white days
and the black nights
gnawing away at my time
the fates measuring out my thread
the slender thread that holds me here
the silver cord holding my body to my soul
my soul sits in the seat of the soul
somewhere in my head
in some gland
some tiny gland in my brain
where it interfaces with the mind n body
in its drivers seat
where it runs the show
but my mind forgets so easily
it hates to think its just
hardware and software
being used by an immortal spirit
it thinks it is a law unto itself
it thinks therefore it is (it thinks)
the mind always turbulent
trying to prove this n that
measuring, planning, directing
all in time
my soul sits outside of time
whilst temporarily in time
the mind deafens itself with its carryon
you cant ask the mind to switch itself off
you cant ask the mind for a little peace n quiet
ever since we were born
people saying
youre this
youre that
youre like her
youre not like him
youre steven kilbey
you can do this
you cant do that
time all mixed up in everything
confusing the issue
how do you stop time
how to be in this very moment
now
ah...
its already gone, fiendss
its already gone
opium slows down that time for ya
but you gonna have to pay some other time
and if you keep putting off that payment
the interest is gonna cripple ya
someone said the drugs dont work
i disagree
but one problem
if you use opium to run away from time
everything you were running from
is gonna come back to getcha a hundred, a thousandfold
all those lovely dopedreams
paid for in torturing insomnia
all that lovely detachment
paid for in the worst horrors you can contain
alcohol.....
well alcohol dont do it for me
it does for some..
gets em out of time
but its the same deal
its gonna get you eventually
the merry sloshed uninhibited party animal
becomes
the hungover headpounding embarrassed wreck
"where am i?....what did i do?"
chemicals n booze
aggravating the hurt
for a little bit of tiny relief
a days freedom for a week in jail
a kiss for a thrashing
a flower for a forest of thorns
we all involved in these bargains
you marry someone
you happy for 40 years
but one day theyre gone
bang!
jus' like that
gone into a place where theres no time
a timeless space
a spaceless place
i dont know
a pause
a hiatus
somewhere you can just be
the people left behind wail
and gnash their teeth
mourn n carry on
where did all our time go
not yet
too soon, too soon
give us more time
another day
another hour
anything
its used up
come in mr kilbey
your time is up...
time with its weedy fingers in the cracks
pulling everything put together apart
all things must pass
cities, empires, human beings
ars longa, vita brevis
nothing here is permanent
we thrash around
we want some permanence
we want some guarantee
everything receding into emptiness
pain, bewilderment...
is this our lot
is there any point to it
is it all just written in the sand?
how the hell would i know fiendss
im just an olde rocker stumbling around
in the beginning of the 21st century
losing people
crying out against the senselessness of it all
writing a blog for those who wanna read
for the believers
for the disbelievers
hello mr garrat
mr john garrett
or jean garrotte
my oh my
you aint gonna be fooled
you rascally olde nihilist
i like you john
actually
i see a lot of myself in ya
i dont wanna be fooled by a load of new age toffee
and spiritual baloney
i aint gonna be taken in by gods n goddesses
and all the rest of that crystalhealing dolphins and
rebirthing pilates soy latte cosmic bullshit
yes john
youve seen thru the whole she bang
thats a comfort too..
"well at least i wasnt taken in...."
yet ...
then what..
ok everything got here by accident
the clouds is the clouds
the trees is the trees
there aint no spirits
there aint no god
i aint gonna be fooled
im gonna shut it all out
some people see a sunset
and see god
other people see a sunset
and see a ball of burning gases
we orbit around for some random reason
ok
some people see both
some neither
they dont care
life is too bad
or too good
or too fucking full on
to look at sunsets
i can dig all of it
ive held every position
i been a hard bitten cynic
i been a wide eyed believer
i been a hedonistic hotshot
who didnt give too damns about any of it
so whats the moral
sum it all up for us, kilbey
make yer point
give us the punchline
you bass playing philosophical olde ranter
and dear fiendss
let me say
i struggle with doubt n despondency
what the hell ...
look at all the stupid things ive done...
listen to all the stupid things ive done...
in the end tho
in the final analysis here
im gonna opt for god
i cant look at my daughter scarlet
and believe there is not some incredible mind out there
planning
designing
caring
loving
i cant see a flaming red sunset
or a white moon appearing like a hole in the sky
i cant swim in the ocean
or walk thru a forest
without thinking
this didnae come here of its own accord
no more than ultc made itself
no more than starry night painted itself
no more than this computer i type away at
invented itself
fiendss there is more complexity
in a tiny bug
than all the computers in the world
there is more beauty in a single sunset
than all the art galleries in the world
we are creatures
what does that mean?
it implies we were created
by whom and why?
we cant know that yet
its a mystery
but im sorry
it doesnt look like it all just arrived here on its own
all these systems related, inter related
the systems in yer body
the solar system
the bee and the flower
the peaks and the troughs
the mountains and the sky
think hard and long
meditate on these things
stop to look around you
listen to your heart...wow what a cliche
aint that a song by heart?
ok get over that
listen to your heart
my heart is saying this
there is a god
he loves us more than anything
he cant explain everything right here and now
cos thats yer mission (captain)
to unravel it
to work it out for yerself
to observe and calculate
i read somewhere that the odds of life starting
on this planet and all this coming into being
are the same odds that a hurricane blowing thru
a junkyard
will assemble a boeing 707
you wanna go with those odds, john
im sure you gotta smart arse one liner for that too
its ok
we need skepticks
we dont wanna get fooled again
but dont close down your heart
to the possiblity
that there is reason
there is love
all will be revealed one day
when ya get to the last page in the book
they gonna give ya all the answers...
maybe, john
just maybe
i love you anyway
(i guess)
all of ya
its wednesday
do something nice for yerselves
its a brand new day
ah.....life!
sk
what is this stuff
what is this thing called time
where did all that time go
why it was only yesterday that......
another morning dawns
brings me closer to the things i want
and
the things i dread
the white days
and the black nights
gnawing away at my time
the fates measuring out my thread
the slender thread that holds me here
the silver cord holding my body to my soul
my soul sits in the seat of the soul
somewhere in my head
in some gland
some tiny gland in my brain
where it interfaces with the mind n body
in its drivers seat
where it runs the show
but my mind forgets so easily
it hates to think its just
hardware and software
being used by an immortal spirit
it thinks it is a law unto itself
it thinks therefore it is (it thinks)
the mind always turbulent
trying to prove this n that
measuring, planning, directing
all in time
my soul sits outside of time
whilst temporarily in time
the mind deafens itself with its carryon
you cant ask the mind to switch itself off
you cant ask the mind for a little peace n quiet
ever since we were born
people saying
youre this
youre that
youre like her
youre not like him
youre steven kilbey
you can do this
you cant do that
time all mixed up in everything
confusing the issue
how do you stop time
how to be in this very moment
now
ah...
its already gone, fiendss
its already gone
opium slows down that time for ya
but you gonna have to pay some other time
and if you keep putting off that payment
the interest is gonna cripple ya
someone said the drugs dont work
i disagree
but one problem
if you use opium to run away from time
everything you were running from
is gonna come back to getcha a hundred, a thousandfold
all those lovely dopedreams
paid for in torturing insomnia
all that lovely detachment
paid for in the worst horrors you can contain
alcohol.....
well alcohol dont do it for me
it does for some..
gets em out of time
but its the same deal
its gonna get you eventually
the merry sloshed uninhibited party animal
becomes
the hungover headpounding embarrassed wreck
"where am i?....what did i do?"
chemicals n booze
aggravating the hurt
for a little bit of tiny relief
a days freedom for a week in jail
a kiss for a thrashing
a flower for a forest of thorns
we all involved in these bargains
you marry someone
you happy for 40 years
but one day theyre gone
bang!
jus' like that
gone into a place where theres no time
a timeless space
a spaceless place
i dont know
a pause
a hiatus
somewhere you can just be
the people left behind wail
and gnash their teeth
mourn n carry on
where did all our time go
not yet
too soon, too soon
give us more time
another day
another hour
anything
its used up
come in mr kilbey
your time is up...
time with its weedy fingers in the cracks
pulling everything put together apart
all things must pass
cities, empires, human beings
ars longa, vita brevis
nothing here is permanent
we thrash around
we want some permanence
we want some guarantee
everything receding into emptiness
pain, bewilderment...
is this our lot
is there any point to it
is it all just written in the sand?
how the hell would i know fiendss
im just an olde rocker stumbling around
in the beginning of the 21st century
losing people
crying out against the senselessness of it all
writing a blog for those who wanna read
for the believers
for the disbelievers
hello mr garrat
mr john garrett
or jean garrotte
my oh my
you aint gonna be fooled
you rascally olde nihilist
i like you john
actually
i see a lot of myself in ya
i dont wanna be fooled by a load of new age toffee
and spiritual baloney
i aint gonna be taken in by gods n goddesses
and all the rest of that crystalhealing dolphins and
rebirthing pilates soy latte cosmic bullshit
yes john
youve seen thru the whole she bang
thats a comfort too..
"well at least i wasnt taken in...."
yet ...
then what..
ok everything got here by accident
the clouds is the clouds
the trees is the trees
there aint no spirits
there aint no god
i aint gonna be fooled
im gonna shut it all out
some people see a sunset
and see god
other people see a sunset
and see a ball of burning gases
we orbit around for some random reason
ok
some people see both
some neither
they dont care
life is too bad
or too good
or too fucking full on
to look at sunsets
i can dig all of it
ive held every position
i been a hard bitten cynic
i been a wide eyed believer
i been a hedonistic hotshot
who didnt give too damns about any of it
so whats the moral
sum it all up for us, kilbey
make yer point
give us the punchline
you bass playing philosophical olde ranter
and dear fiendss
let me say
i struggle with doubt n despondency
what the hell ...
look at all the stupid things ive done...
listen to all the stupid things ive done...
in the end tho
in the final analysis here
im gonna opt for god
i cant look at my daughter scarlet
and believe there is not some incredible mind out there
planning
designing
caring
loving
i cant see a flaming red sunset
or a white moon appearing like a hole in the sky
i cant swim in the ocean
or walk thru a forest
without thinking
this didnae come here of its own accord
no more than ultc made itself
no more than starry night painted itself
no more than this computer i type away at
invented itself
fiendss there is more complexity
in a tiny bug
than all the computers in the world
there is more beauty in a single sunset
than all the art galleries in the world
we are creatures
what does that mean?
it implies we were created
by whom and why?
we cant know that yet
its a mystery
but im sorry
it doesnt look like it all just arrived here on its own
all these systems related, inter related
the systems in yer body
the solar system
the bee and the flower
the peaks and the troughs
the mountains and the sky
think hard and long
meditate on these things
stop to look around you
listen to your heart...wow what a cliche
aint that a song by heart?
ok get over that
listen to your heart
my heart is saying this
there is a god
he loves us more than anything
he cant explain everything right here and now
cos thats yer mission (captain)
to unravel it
to work it out for yerself
to observe and calculate
i read somewhere that the odds of life starting
on this planet and all this coming into being
are the same odds that a hurricane blowing thru
a junkyard
will assemble a boeing 707
you wanna go with those odds, john
im sure you gotta smart arse one liner for that too
its ok
we need skepticks
we dont wanna get fooled again
but dont close down your heart
to the possiblity
that there is reason
there is love
all will be revealed one day
when ya get to the last page in the book
they gonna give ya all the answers...
maybe, john
just maybe
i love you anyway
(i guess)
all of ya
its wednesday
do something nice for yerselves
its a brand new day
ah.....life!
sk
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
i really thought it'd go on forever
good day
hows life in the multiverse, today?
before i go any further
i must shamelessly spruik my gig
this friday night
at the winebank in sydney
martin place-ish, 9 15
with my jazzcats + laney
please come
itll be yer last chance to see me for a while
unless you live in hungry
or eyeland
or grate brittin'
or spane
after that im having a brief holiday
with my twillipops
who turn 15 on the 7th of june
which is why elli is elektra june
and who i wrote that song june for
for the first time ever
little minna is taller and heavier than her sis
ah i said
you can beat her up now
minna says
yeah i know
elli is quite over her op now
and thanks fer yer support
after a few setbacks
minna is looking at her options...
hoping to spend some time at their country house
which has no lectricity
no running water or conveniences
back to nature
you wash in the lake there
hoping it aint too cold...
but cold is relative
eg
i ring minna
minna its cold here
what is it?
its 16 degrees
oh
minna says
its warm here
i say what is it
its 16 degrees
there you go
one mans blizzard
is another mans heatwave
sweden in summer
is just about the nicest place ya could imagine
stockholm empties out
you got the city to yerself if ya want
the archipelago!
the forests!
the islands!
if you aint ever been to scandanavia
get thy ass there now at once
you wont be disappointed
those swedes look like us anglo types
but underneath their quite different
thoroughly civilized
a different take on things
i love sweden in summer
it doesnt ever really get dark
the evenings stretch on and on
strange light
those melancholy swedes
the huge mosquitoes i never expected
the cold water that flows under the warm
the deep ancient lakes
their ceremonies and rituals
one of the 1st countries to turn their back on war
you gotta go there to understand em
its worth it tho
dark n miserable in winter
the north explodes into colour when its warm
(hopefully....
sometimes summer never really materializes
and then you get 17 degrees and overcast
for 3 months and this plunges em
into a northern despair)
at first the scandics seem a little cold and snooty
but thats just the way they speak english
dont let it put ya off too much
any way
thats where i'll be for a cuppla weex in june
and im happy bout that
i guess thats really it or today
been playing the go bes a lot
i wonder where grant is right now...?
goodbye fiendss
lotsa love
sk
hows life in the multiverse, today?
before i go any further
i must shamelessly spruik my gig
this friday night
at the winebank in sydney
martin place-ish, 9 15
with my jazzcats + laney
please come
itll be yer last chance to see me for a while
unless you live in hungry
or eyeland
or grate brittin'
or spane
after that im having a brief holiday
with my twillipops
who turn 15 on the 7th of june
which is why elli is elektra june
and who i wrote that song june for
for the first time ever
little minna is taller and heavier than her sis
ah i said
you can beat her up now
minna says
yeah i know
elli is quite over her op now
and thanks fer yer support
after a few setbacks
minna is looking at her options...
hoping to spend some time at their country house
which has no lectricity
no running water or conveniences
back to nature
you wash in the lake there
hoping it aint too cold...
but cold is relative
eg
i ring minna
minna its cold here
what is it?
its 16 degrees
oh
minna says
its warm here
i say what is it
its 16 degrees
there you go
one mans blizzard
is another mans heatwave
sweden in summer
is just about the nicest place ya could imagine
stockholm empties out
you got the city to yerself if ya want
the archipelago!
the forests!
the islands!
if you aint ever been to scandanavia
get thy ass there now at once
you wont be disappointed
those swedes look like us anglo types
but underneath their quite different
thoroughly civilized
a different take on things
i love sweden in summer
it doesnt ever really get dark
the evenings stretch on and on
strange light
those melancholy swedes
the huge mosquitoes i never expected
the cold water that flows under the warm
the deep ancient lakes
their ceremonies and rituals
one of the 1st countries to turn their back on war
you gotta go there to understand em
its worth it tho
dark n miserable in winter
the north explodes into colour when its warm
(hopefully....
sometimes summer never really materializes
and then you get 17 degrees and overcast
for 3 months and this plunges em
into a northern despair)
at first the scandics seem a little cold and snooty
but thats just the way they speak english
dont let it put ya off too much
any way
thats where i'll be for a cuppla weex in june
and im happy bout that
i guess thats really it or today
been playing the go bes a lot
i wonder where grant is right now...?
goodbye fiendss
lotsa love
sk
Monday, May 15, 2006
in the early morning rain......
hello fiendss
i hail the one god
who comes in many guises
the god who unfurled this universe from his dreams
gave it substance
who designed the leaves and the birds
and the oceans and the amoeba
a beautiful god
so far beyond our comprehension
that our greatest genius
could only ever understand
a tiny little part at a time
open your eyes
open your hearts
can you not feel his great power
coursing thru the air and stones
thru the living and the dead
thru the angels and the animals
i have so much to be thankful for
my 5 beautiful daughters
my mother and my 2 dear brothers
my wife
my uncles n aunts
my niece n my nephews
my friends
who sustain me
im gonna mention some names
michael h
donald b
sarah l
simon p
samuel s
marty wp
peter k
timothy p
jorden b
david t
chris w
ann-marie g
michelle w
sean m
jonathan z
jane z
david l
wil-o
graham n
holly j
patty h
keith f
trevor b
nick l
captain m
dutch p
duane h
alex h
tony p
amy s
zoe m
wendy m
wendy a
glenny w
george ?
penelope h
matty c
pauly h
martin k
mark s
oh god ive probably forgotten someone important
all my relatives
all my cousins
all my fans n fiendss n 'ficianados
its a misty rainy morning
baby bombadil is sleepin'
evie starr and aurora biggle
sit at the table here
colouring in
centrepoint tower and the hubba bridge
are obscured by cloud
the world is enveloped by sweet soft rain
the clock ticks
the girls pens glide accross their paper almost soundlessly
nk has 5 minutes to herself in the shower
before resuming her 24 hour a day job as mother
yessaday we have a lovely day
visit the art museum
last day of self portrait exhibition
a van gogh!
howcome nobody knew he wazza a genius
while he was still alive?
its fucking obvious...isnt it?
the archibald prize..
at least the winner better than last years disaster
we walk thru botanical gardens
all the variety of blooms
the bats..
the huge ancient trees
families
lovers
tourists
all shapes colours sizes
i say this is what heaven could be like
e and a practice cartwheels
how come all girls love to do this.....?
we feed the ducks and the eels
we sit out front of the opera house
the girls shimmy and wriggle on the steps
more tourists
boats, ferries, hydrofoils
someone in the crowd is down
ambulance arrives
i return to my sad thoughts of grant and irene....
a day that memories are made of
i will be thankful for all this
i see all the plants n ferns n flowers
i see gods hand everywhere
what a gorgeous planet
the sky and clouds
the sea lapping the walls of the gardens
the happy people here
harmony
peace
we are the lucky ones.....
the huge cosmic god of light years and distances
also in my heart
whispering if i can listen
animating my flesh with life
animating all life with love
letting us have our chance
again n again
sending this soft sweet rain
sending us another day
to love each other
to create our dreams
to overcome the obstacles
to struggle with ourselves
to perservere against sorrow n loss
to remember the ones who are gone
to pave the way for those who will come
thank you heavenly father/mother
for my 51 years here
for my gifts
for the setbacks (which were gifts in disguise)
for all the chances
for all the leeway
for all the forgiveness
what more can i say
its another day
life!
sk
i hail the one god
who comes in many guises
the god who unfurled this universe from his dreams
gave it substance
who designed the leaves and the birds
and the oceans and the amoeba
a beautiful god
so far beyond our comprehension
that our greatest genius
could only ever understand
a tiny little part at a time
open your eyes
open your hearts
can you not feel his great power
coursing thru the air and stones
thru the living and the dead
thru the angels and the animals
i have so much to be thankful for
my 5 beautiful daughters
my mother and my 2 dear brothers
my wife
my uncles n aunts
my niece n my nephews
my friends
who sustain me
im gonna mention some names
michael h
donald b
sarah l
simon p
samuel s
marty wp
peter k
timothy p
jorden b
david t
chris w
ann-marie g
michelle w
sean m
jonathan z
jane z
david l
wil-o
graham n
holly j
patty h
keith f
trevor b
nick l
captain m
dutch p
duane h
alex h
tony p
amy s
zoe m
wendy m
wendy a
glenny w
george ?
penelope h
matty c
pauly h
martin k
mark s
oh god ive probably forgotten someone important
all my relatives
all my cousins
all my fans n fiendss n 'ficianados
its a misty rainy morning
baby bombadil is sleepin'
evie starr and aurora biggle
sit at the table here
colouring in
centrepoint tower and the hubba bridge
are obscured by cloud
the world is enveloped by sweet soft rain
the clock ticks
the girls pens glide accross their paper almost soundlessly
nk has 5 minutes to herself in the shower
before resuming her 24 hour a day job as mother
yessaday we have a lovely day
visit the art museum
last day of self portrait exhibition
a van gogh!
howcome nobody knew he wazza a genius
while he was still alive?
its fucking obvious...isnt it?
the archibald prize..
at least the winner better than last years disaster
we walk thru botanical gardens
all the variety of blooms
the bats..
the huge ancient trees
families
lovers
tourists
all shapes colours sizes
i say this is what heaven could be like
e and a practice cartwheels
how come all girls love to do this.....?
we feed the ducks and the eels
we sit out front of the opera house
the girls shimmy and wriggle on the steps
more tourists
boats, ferries, hydrofoils
someone in the crowd is down
ambulance arrives
i return to my sad thoughts of grant and irene....
a day that memories are made of
i will be thankful for all this
i see all the plants n ferns n flowers
i see gods hand everywhere
what a gorgeous planet
the sky and clouds
the sea lapping the walls of the gardens
the happy people here
harmony
peace
we are the lucky ones.....
the huge cosmic god of light years and distances
also in my heart
whispering if i can listen
animating my flesh with life
animating all life with love
letting us have our chance
again n again
sending this soft sweet rain
sending us another day
to love each other
to create our dreams
to overcome the obstacles
to struggle with ourselves
to perservere against sorrow n loss
to remember the ones who are gone
to pave the way for those who will come
thank you heavenly father/mother
for my 51 years here
for my gifts
for the setbacks (which were gifts in disguise)
for all the chances
for all the leeway
for all the forgiveness
what more can i say
its another day
life!
sk
Sunday, May 14, 2006
goodnight irene....
my dear fiendss
more bad news im afraid
rusty rang me last night
my dearest and sweetest relative ever
my auntie irene
died yesterday of a heart attack
my auntie irene was married to my mums youngest brother
uncle ken
they were married in 1970
i was at their wedding
and everyone in my family
especially me and my dad
LOVED irene
we all called her weenie
and she was a little cutie too
small and chubby
we always said she looked like liz taylor
but much kinder and nicer
me and my dad were always round there
at ken n irenes place
they were always up to something a little different
for example hypnosis
they had a phase of doing self hypnosis
and youd go round there
and there were people stretched out stiff between 2 chairs
with other people sitting on em
(to show how well self hyp worked)
or the time the brazilian woman
was getting em to drink all these strange herbs
for some very strange reason
irene thought i was a good kid
even when the rest of the fam
thought i was a right royal precocious pain in the botty
and she and i had a great connection
she was an amazing cook too
her yorkshire pudd was legendary
and my dad said she was the only person
who could rival my mum for good english cooking
last year ken and irene hadda relly-fest
and all but 2 of my mums 8 brothers n sisters was there
my doodles had a ball meeting up with all my cousins kids
(i gotta million cousins)
and spent most of the day in kens pool
aunty irene was so pleased to see me
beckoning me into the kitchen
allo, steven...come and look at this bread pudd
remember so n so
and then she grabbed me and said
i knew you were gonna turn out alright
and it was like i was sixteen again
when weenie n i would go out the back and smoke cigarettes
she always smoked a few regulars
then a consulate menthol
we used to have some bloody laughs
one time k and i came over for a party
and i had this little label making machine
so i made little labels with the name barry pond
and stuck them on everything
barry pond was the name of my uncles ex-rival
for irenes affections
and irene was giggling all day
as she encountered another object with barry pond stuck to it
i think actually there is still an ashtray somewhere
bearing the barry pond legend to this day
eventually
when no one thought it was gonna happen
ken and irene had my darling cousin samantha
who grew up to become a skater
who skated on ice all over europe
and rose to the top of her profession
you see irene had been a big skater too
and encourage sam as a kid
and she was a natural
i was a real little sod to my uncle ken
mainly cos he was a patient kind kinda guy
and i was a cruel orrible bloody kid
but as i grew up a little
we played squash together
and hung out a bit
and really
they were the faves of all my mums many rellies
ken and irene came and saw the church play in2002
in canberra
we had a special table for them and petes mum n dad
i was still carrying a bit of surplus weight
in those days
and weenie , never one to pull punches
says
cor steve, you an "arf put on some weight
only she could get away with that, fiendss!
anyway last year
she was relieved to see me back down
to my svelte and lovely self
it didnt suit ya she said
although id been dreading the relly fest a bit
before going
me and nk had a wonderful time
and we all wished we could have a relly fest every week
a hilarious part was when all my mums brothers
starting reminiscing about my mums pre-dad boyfriends
cmon joycie
admit it
you were a bit of a heartbreaker, werent ya?
we all had such a laugh
and i was so pleased to be a part of the bennetts
the next day i was on my hotel balcony
punching my fists in the air
yo the bennetts!!!
i finally felt accepted by them all
and i realised how wonderful being part of a big extended family was
weenie was very nervous in case her bread pudd was not up to
its reputed legendary taste from the "old days"
but it was excellent
we had the BEST bloody time
you could have in a backyard in canberra
surrounded by a buncha kids
a buncha cousins
and a buncha olde pommy uncles n aunts
my mum is always saying
you know son
i dont know why
but irene thinks the sun shines outta your whatnot
now ive lost my biggest fan in the family
aunty irene
i love you
i will miss you
and you are one more person
i look forward to meeting
when i go to the great gig in the sky
i bet shes there saying
cor steve what took you so bloody long
they say bad luck comes in 3s
but i just lost 2 of the nicest friends i ever had
so surely that must count as a 3
vale auntie weenie
it was a delight knowing you
you were a gorgeous lady
steve
more bad news im afraid
rusty rang me last night
my dearest and sweetest relative ever
my auntie irene
died yesterday of a heart attack
my auntie irene was married to my mums youngest brother
uncle ken
they were married in 1970
i was at their wedding
and everyone in my family
especially me and my dad
LOVED irene
we all called her weenie
and she was a little cutie too
small and chubby
we always said she looked like liz taylor
but much kinder and nicer
me and my dad were always round there
at ken n irenes place
they were always up to something a little different
for example hypnosis
they had a phase of doing self hypnosis
and youd go round there
and there were people stretched out stiff between 2 chairs
with other people sitting on em
(to show how well self hyp worked)
or the time the brazilian woman
was getting em to drink all these strange herbs
for some very strange reason
irene thought i was a good kid
even when the rest of the fam
thought i was a right royal precocious pain in the botty
and she and i had a great connection
she was an amazing cook too
her yorkshire pudd was legendary
and my dad said she was the only person
who could rival my mum for good english cooking
last year ken and irene hadda relly-fest
and all but 2 of my mums 8 brothers n sisters was there
my doodles had a ball meeting up with all my cousins kids
(i gotta million cousins)
and spent most of the day in kens pool
aunty irene was so pleased to see me
beckoning me into the kitchen
allo, steven...come and look at this bread pudd
remember so n so
and then she grabbed me and said
i knew you were gonna turn out alright
and it was like i was sixteen again
when weenie n i would go out the back and smoke cigarettes
she always smoked a few regulars
then a consulate menthol
we used to have some bloody laughs
one time k and i came over for a party
and i had this little label making machine
so i made little labels with the name barry pond
and stuck them on everything
barry pond was the name of my uncles ex-rival
for irenes affections
and irene was giggling all day
as she encountered another object with barry pond stuck to it
i think actually there is still an ashtray somewhere
bearing the barry pond legend to this day
eventually
when no one thought it was gonna happen
ken and irene had my darling cousin samantha
who grew up to become a skater
who skated on ice all over europe
and rose to the top of her profession
you see irene had been a big skater too
and encourage sam as a kid
and she was a natural
i was a real little sod to my uncle ken
mainly cos he was a patient kind kinda guy
and i was a cruel orrible bloody kid
but as i grew up a little
we played squash together
and hung out a bit
and really
they were the faves of all my mums many rellies
ken and irene came and saw the church play in2002
in canberra
we had a special table for them and petes mum n dad
i was still carrying a bit of surplus weight
in those days
and weenie , never one to pull punches
says
cor steve, you an "arf put on some weight
only she could get away with that, fiendss!
anyway last year
she was relieved to see me back down
to my svelte and lovely self
it didnt suit ya she said
although id been dreading the relly fest a bit
before going
me and nk had a wonderful time
and we all wished we could have a relly fest every week
a hilarious part was when all my mums brothers
starting reminiscing about my mums pre-dad boyfriends
cmon joycie
admit it
you were a bit of a heartbreaker, werent ya?
we all had such a laugh
and i was so pleased to be a part of the bennetts
the next day i was on my hotel balcony
punching my fists in the air
yo the bennetts!!!
i finally felt accepted by them all
and i realised how wonderful being part of a big extended family was
weenie was very nervous in case her bread pudd was not up to
its reputed legendary taste from the "old days"
but it was excellent
we had the BEST bloody time
you could have in a backyard in canberra
surrounded by a buncha kids
a buncha cousins
and a buncha olde pommy uncles n aunts
my mum is always saying
you know son
i dont know why
but irene thinks the sun shines outta your whatnot
now ive lost my biggest fan in the family
aunty irene
i love you
i will miss you
and you are one more person
i look forward to meeting
when i go to the great gig in the sky
i bet shes there saying
cor steve what took you so bloody long
they say bad luck comes in 3s
but i just lost 2 of the nicest friends i ever had
so surely that must count as a 3
vale auntie weenie
it was a delight knowing you
you were a gorgeous lady
steve
Saturday, May 13, 2006
thet packed us up in boxes, wooden boxes, and sent us home
good mourning little fiendss
yessaday we said our goodbyes to grant
one of the worlds finest singers and writers
one of the most sensitive and lovely of all rocks characters
taken from us too soon
too soon
every leaf that falls from the tree whispers
too soon
the service was in a big old cathedral in brissy
packed to the rafters with grants family
his friends
and the many many fans
who came to pay their last respects
to a genuine one-off genius
the service was ok
a few too many messages from our sponsor, maybe
but it was ok
grants brave sister sally spoke about him
robert f miraculously maintained his composure
and gave us a very comforting speech
about hearing grants voice all week
then grants partner emma
a beautiful lady..
she gave us a few insights
some poems
i know she and grant loved each other very much
all 3 of these people
showing..
what was that phrase, grant
grace under pressure
i had my brutha rusty and good fiend wil-o with me
but i met and chatted to grants brother lachlan
glenn bennie, we finally meet!
tim whitten , a lovely lovely man
tyrone n. from george
who done some work with grant lately
this cat was beside himself with grief
and we were reminiscing and crying and laughing together
and we both realised that we loved grant so much
that that alone made us friends for life
(and ty, i forgive ya for singing the words of un mo
to almost with you ..it was a stressful day
and grant woulda thought that was hilarious)
i had one of grants fave drinks a long island tea
which seemed to have 5 different white spirits in it
and certainly knocked me around
i met the moody and enigmatic ed kuepper
(and i hugged him!!)
what a gentlemen
i met peter milton walsh of the apartments
peter walsh of livid fame(no longer the bleary eyed idiot)
the fiery lindy morrison
the serene and lovely amanda brown
of course the likable and handsome ian haug
from p finger
who loved grantley as much as me
(they did the far out corporation together)
and he was stunned to lose a mate like grant
everyone i met there
i say
did you know grant
oh yes theyd say
getting that smile on their face
i knew him well
it seems to know him
WAS
to love him
this man wasnt just admired and respected
HE WAS LOVED
and all of us
will miss him every day of our lives
grant if youre reading my blogg today
see if ya can get some good players together
for when i next see ya
i love you grant
on the way home russell gives me a book by kurt vonnegut
called a man without a country
and blow me down
if he aint saying the same things as me
about war, the bushes, guns, america
never forget fiendss
my wife and 2 of my daughters are american
a lot of my best friends and greatest heros too
me and kurt and michael moore
and the likes are not anti american
we love the ideal of america
we love what america could have been
but its all gone wrong fiendss
im sorry, it has
it wasnt sposed to be like this
america was sposed to be the country we all looked up to
the fair and righteous one
but as kurt says
now everyones afraid of it
everyone hates it
why did that have to happen
i saw a picture of george w and his brother jeb
and theyre saying ..next pres jeb?
and gw saying
hes a big strong guy...makes the decisions
fiendss have ya seen this fucking imbecile ?
surely
surely
in that huge country
they have 10 million men more suited
to this most crucial position
than this obviously stupid tub of lard
bathing in nepotism, cronyism
and fuck democracy we were born to rule
fiendss the bushes are going for a dynasty here
thats what ya fought yer war against us limeys for
in the first place
to get rid of one brutal moron handing
down the crown to his even more brutal stupid kids
now look what ya got
so after reading kurts little book
i am vindicated(he even goes into rants like me
complete with "fuckin's and fuck offs when
he really gets mad)
this is a brilliant man
served his country ww2
and he says like me
no wars
no guns
love is the answer
etc etc etc
just the same stuff us
bohemians artists and intellectuals have been saying
for the last umpteen thousand years
but the aggressive turkeys always hi jack the agenda
and you get vietnam and iraq
which none of us ever wanted
you think vietnam woulda taught em all a lesson
but fuck no
these warlike types are thick n stupid
(and cowardly, they never do the fighting, themselves)
give fucking gw a gunny
and tell him to patrol the nasty suburbs of bag-dad
see how long he lasts
but everything i say you know already
if ya still hanging round saying
no iraqs a glorious victory
and thank god for the bomb
and nuke a gay whale for jesus
and all that...
i feel sorry for ya
thats it
read kurts book
itll only take ya an hour
i love ya
sk
yessaday we said our goodbyes to grant
one of the worlds finest singers and writers
one of the most sensitive and lovely of all rocks characters
taken from us too soon
too soon
every leaf that falls from the tree whispers
too soon
the service was in a big old cathedral in brissy
packed to the rafters with grants family
his friends
and the many many fans
who came to pay their last respects
to a genuine one-off genius
the service was ok
a few too many messages from our sponsor, maybe
but it was ok
grants brave sister sally spoke about him
robert f miraculously maintained his composure
and gave us a very comforting speech
about hearing grants voice all week
then grants partner emma
a beautiful lady..
she gave us a few insights
some poems
i know she and grant loved each other very much
all 3 of these people
showing..
what was that phrase, grant
grace under pressure
i had my brutha rusty and good fiend wil-o with me
but i met and chatted to grants brother lachlan
glenn bennie, we finally meet!
tim whitten , a lovely lovely man
tyrone n. from george
who done some work with grant lately
this cat was beside himself with grief
and we were reminiscing and crying and laughing together
and we both realised that we loved grant so much
that that alone made us friends for life
(and ty, i forgive ya for singing the words of un mo
to almost with you ..it was a stressful day
and grant woulda thought that was hilarious)
i had one of grants fave drinks a long island tea
which seemed to have 5 different white spirits in it
and certainly knocked me around
i met the moody and enigmatic ed kuepper
(and i hugged him!!)
what a gentlemen
i met peter milton walsh of the apartments
peter walsh of livid fame(no longer the bleary eyed idiot)
the fiery lindy morrison
the serene and lovely amanda brown
of course the likable and handsome ian haug
from p finger
who loved grantley as much as me
(they did the far out corporation together)
and he was stunned to lose a mate like grant
everyone i met there
i say
did you know grant
oh yes theyd say
getting that smile on their face
i knew him well
it seems to know him
WAS
to love him
this man wasnt just admired and respected
HE WAS LOVED
and all of us
will miss him every day of our lives
grant if youre reading my blogg today
see if ya can get some good players together
for when i next see ya
i love you grant
on the way home russell gives me a book by kurt vonnegut
called a man without a country
and blow me down
if he aint saying the same things as me
about war, the bushes, guns, america
never forget fiendss
my wife and 2 of my daughters are american
a lot of my best friends and greatest heros too
me and kurt and michael moore
and the likes are not anti american
we love the ideal of america
we love what america could have been
but its all gone wrong fiendss
im sorry, it has
it wasnt sposed to be like this
america was sposed to be the country we all looked up to
the fair and righteous one
but as kurt says
now everyones afraid of it
everyone hates it
why did that have to happen
i saw a picture of george w and his brother jeb
and theyre saying ..next pres jeb?
and gw saying
hes a big strong guy...makes the decisions
fiendss have ya seen this fucking imbecile ?
surely
surely
in that huge country
they have 10 million men more suited
to this most crucial position
than this obviously stupid tub of lard
bathing in nepotism, cronyism
and fuck democracy we were born to rule
fiendss the bushes are going for a dynasty here
thats what ya fought yer war against us limeys for
in the first place
to get rid of one brutal moron handing
down the crown to his even more brutal stupid kids
now look what ya got
so after reading kurts little book
i am vindicated(he even goes into rants like me
complete with "fuckin's and fuck offs when
he really gets mad)
this is a brilliant man
served his country ww2
and he says like me
no wars
no guns
love is the answer
etc etc etc
just the same stuff us
bohemians artists and intellectuals have been saying
for the last umpteen thousand years
but the aggressive turkeys always hi jack the agenda
and you get vietnam and iraq
which none of us ever wanted
you think vietnam woulda taught em all a lesson
but fuck no
these warlike types are thick n stupid
(and cowardly, they never do the fighting, themselves)
give fucking gw a gunny
and tell him to patrol the nasty suburbs of bag-dad
see how long he lasts
but everything i say you know already
if ya still hanging round saying
no iraqs a glorious victory
and thank god for the bomb
and nuke a gay whale for jesus
and all that...
i feel sorry for ya
thats it
read kurts book
itll only take ya an hour
i love ya
sk
Thursday, May 11, 2006
wear a breast and be proud but bare gunns aint allowed
a big hello to all the firearms enthusiasts
who set me straight on guns
why gandhi loved guns...even the one that shot him
why jesus loves guns
why we need more guns
guns for everyone
thank you
now please desist
you and i are diametrically opposed
guns are made to kill and maim from a distance
you see in the olden days
you actually had to have some skill
and some balls
if ya wanted to kill another man
but guns made it much much much easier
jus' squeeze that cute lil trigger, kidss
cmon you dont have to know nuthin'
bang bang
you just saved liberty
look im sorry
i tolerate most stuff on here
but i think you got the wrong blogg mister
i dont know frankly why youre here at all
you mustnt have listened to my songs, dude
you werent tuned into my wavelength, amigo
so look im sure
theres plenty of bloggs and chat pages
where you guys can go
talk your brave and big talk
about fucking militias and assault rifles
and dum dums
hand grenades
(every family needs em to protect
the land of the free)
why stop there
free bazookas
rockets
the whole lot
you see guns save lives
guns stop wars
guns are better for ya than pot
guns are your right
guns are your best friends
guns never hurt no one
(they was framed!)
guns are safe
guns are manly
guns are for the free and rebellious
try shooting
youll like it
im sorry
i think you got it so wrong
that we aint on the same page
what are you doing here
please
please
please
no more progun stuff
im asking ya respectfully
i ask you as a son of a man who gave 5 years of his youth
shooting and being shot at
in france, italy and germany
HE DESPISED GUNS
BRING ON YER BILE
IT LL BE MANNA TO ME
sk
who set me straight on guns
why gandhi loved guns...even the one that shot him
why jesus loves guns
why we need more guns
guns for everyone
thank you
now please desist
you and i are diametrically opposed
guns are made to kill and maim from a distance
you see in the olden days
you actually had to have some skill
and some balls
if ya wanted to kill another man
but guns made it much much much easier
jus' squeeze that cute lil trigger, kidss
cmon you dont have to know nuthin'
bang bang
you just saved liberty
look im sorry
i tolerate most stuff on here
but i think you got the wrong blogg mister
i dont know frankly why youre here at all
you mustnt have listened to my songs, dude
you werent tuned into my wavelength, amigo
so look im sure
theres plenty of bloggs and chat pages
where you guys can go
talk your brave and big talk
about fucking militias and assault rifles
and dum dums
hand grenades
(every family needs em to protect
the land of the free)
why stop there
free bazookas
rockets
the whole lot
you see guns save lives
guns stop wars
guns are better for ya than pot
guns are your right
guns are your best friends
guns never hurt no one
(they was framed!)
guns are safe
guns are manly
guns are for the free and rebellious
try shooting
youll like it
im sorry
i think you got it so wrong
that we aint on the same page
what are you doing here
please
please
please
no more progun stuff
im asking ya respectfully
i ask you as a son of a man who gave 5 years of his youth
shooting and being shot at
in france, italy and germany
HE DESPISED GUNS
BRING ON YER BILE
IT LL BE MANNA TO ME
sk
stupid magician, with his cloak and his wand.....
early morning to ya fiendss
ive been up an hour
meditated
chi gong
back killing me
i tried everything
evey yoga pose i know
hang from a bar says tim p.
hang out in a bar says david l
dencorub
anti inflammatories
big doses of aspirin, codeine, ibroproofun
a pair of city molls
nks worked on it
the masseur at the pool worked on it
now today
i drop an a bomb on my twisted knotted back
an hour of acupuncture
if you aint had acupuncture fiendss
and ya gotta badde back
get out there
and get those needles into ya
i wassa in the sauna yessaday
discussing acu and other arcane healing arts
and this woman says
i couldnt get pregnant without acupuncture
i says (quick as a flash) (straight of the cuff)
there ya go...all you needed was a little prick
(canned laughter)
but seriously folks....
acupunture is goode for
back, neck, shoulder, or headaches
acne
impotence
insomnia( a miracle cure)
and loads of other nasty painful things
ya see once i wassa getting off the gear
i hadnt slept for about 2 weeks at all
and i was, in its widest sense, tired and emotional
i was in la of all places
but lord vishnu must have been watching down on me that day
cos very early one morning
after trying warm baths, massages, sleeping pills
herbs, hypnotism, and simply tiring myself out
i was exasperated BEYOND BELIEF
now this is the very very nastiest thing about the gear
that the hysterical newspapers and hip smack priests
(now theres a temporary position)
dont tell ya about
when you get off a serious opiate addiction
you may not literally sleep for weeeks or even months
you are so unbelievably exhausted
your head falls back on the pillow
you close your eyes
you start to drift
then ......
click
this printer is out of ink
yep
you aint got the chemicals ya need
to sleep
you CANT go to sleep
and ya see
after 2 or 3 weeks of zero sleep
i was hallucinating, hearing voices
crying at anything at all
everything broke my fucking heart fiendss
the veneer was stripped back
i had nothing between me and a resovoir of tears
id never cried when i should have
and they all wanted to be cried NOW!!!!
i see mickey and minnie mouse embrace
i bawl my eyes out
i was crying watching the commercials..
i just wanted sleep so badde
now actually once in a rehab
i prayed and the sweet lord had granted me
30 minutes of nectar-like rest
and a lucid dream in which the lord appeared
and we walked together in beautiful gardens,
and when i awoke i was refreshed and renewed
but that didnt happen this time
i couldnt pray as singlepointedly as i had the other
and i was left to my own devices...
but this time
i was back in l a
i had gotten over most of the really nasty stuff
you know like cramps sweats vomiting etc
i was battered
an endorphin-less
and seratonin-less wreck
any how
aftet another sleepless night in a hateful hotel
a nasty nylony plasticy fake type modern hotel
i stumbled into a "drugstore" or pharmacy or chemist shop
or even apotek
as the lovely swedes say
(related to our old apothecary)
im in this pill shop
looking at mountains of painkillers
not a fucking one with codeine in it
ya see fiendss
codeine is a mild narcotic
it comes from the poppy
its one of opiums many alkaloids
so if ya can get a bit of codeine in yer system
you can stave of the horrors a tiny bit better
but
codeine aint legal in the u.s, or sweden
without a quack givin' ya a script
in australia they always put paracetamol or ibuprof
in there
so any jonesing junky trying to take a big codeine dose
is gonna get a nasty surprise
when his liver gives out from the other stuff in the pills
theres a bit of western logic for ya!
any how
im trying to read all the labels on the stuff in this chemists
i was quite a little pharmacological whizz by this stage
i could spot a pseudo opiate in the drug company lingo
a mile off
anything anything
if i could get 5 minutes sleep
disengage my screaming brain and nerves
the i tunes in my brain was stuck on a horror
eternal flame by the bingles
round and round
"give me your hand darlin, can you feel my heart beating
do you understand..."
oh no
sometimes i had to throw something even worse in there
like swallowing a spider to catch a fly
something really vile
like one of my own songs...
which i couldnt bear to touch
when i felt this way
anyhow
im looking through the pills
when this older, kinda jewish lady
says ah whaddya lookin for, sir
i give her an impatient look
how could she understand MY pain
ah i dunno
she says
maybe i can help ya
i look at her
i say
i doubt it
she says you lookin for painkillers
i say yep
she says nothin here doin it for ya
i say nope
she says what are your symptoms
i say my backs killing me
i aint slept for 2 weeks
ya got anything for that?
she says nothing here
i say thats whatti thought
she says i think i can help ya
i say look im getting over a narcotic habit
she says yeah, i know
she says im an acupuncturist
i'll put ya to sleep
i guarantee it
now i was very very sceptical
cos i had just come from dublin
where my dear friend frankie x
had hooked my up with the chinese woman
atta clinic
and she was acupuncture personified
chinese studied in peking
but she couldnae budge my insomnia
so i couldnt see how this small gladys kravitz
was gonna be any help
but she gave me her card
she said come and see me
and when i looked in her eye
her spirit jumped the gulf and said
i aint fooling!!!
so i go round her very hollywood little bungalow
im starting to think this wasnt a good idea
lay down on the table
she starts sticking in the pins
one in the top of my head
a network of em all over my back
she connects the one in my head
to a little generator
and gives me a few volts
to the skull
next thing i know
ive left my wartorn body
ah im out in deep space
or deep in inner space
or somewhere black and soothing
i have expanded to take up everywhere
but i also have ceased to exist
oh fiendss this is a beautiful place
and you can get there by meditation and yoga
and opiates get you there too
but what a terrible price to pay
where oblivion is beckoning
where leviathan is reckoning
you see fiendss
you gotta earn yer ticket to this place
or youll have to pay some nasty fines
anyway anyway
to cut this long story short
the lady woke me up
and said steven
honey youve been sleeping for an hour and a half
im sorry to wake ya up, my next patient is here
fiendss
i paid the lady
i tipped her good
i gave her a jubilant hug
and thanked her profusely
yes
i had underestimated someone AGAIN
because of their looks
but
id had some precious sleep
and shed broken my slumber-drought
so get a good acupuncturist fiendss
if ya ache or cant sleep
i guess thats the moral of todays rant
tomorrows grants funeral
goodbye
sk
ive been up an hour
meditated
chi gong
back killing me
i tried everything
evey yoga pose i know
hang from a bar says tim p.
hang out in a bar says david l
dencorub
anti inflammatories
big doses of aspirin, codeine, ibroproofun
a pair of city molls
nks worked on it
the masseur at the pool worked on it
now today
i drop an a bomb on my twisted knotted back
an hour of acupuncture
if you aint had acupuncture fiendss
and ya gotta badde back
get out there
and get those needles into ya
i wassa in the sauna yessaday
discussing acu and other arcane healing arts
and this woman says
i couldnt get pregnant without acupuncture
i says (quick as a flash) (straight of the cuff)
there ya go...all you needed was a little prick
(canned laughter)
but seriously folks....
acupunture is goode for
back, neck, shoulder, or headaches
acne
impotence
insomnia( a miracle cure)
and loads of other nasty painful things
ya see once i wassa getting off the gear
i hadnt slept for about 2 weeks at all
and i was, in its widest sense, tired and emotional
i was in la of all places
but lord vishnu must have been watching down on me that day
cos very early one morning
after trying warm baths, massages, sleeping pills
herbs, hypnotism, and simply tiring myself out
i was exasperated BEYOND BELIEF
now this is the very very nastiest thing about the gear
that the hysterical newspapers and hip smack priests
(now theres a temporary position)
dont tell ya about
when you get off a serious opiate addiction
you may not literally sleep for weeeks or even months
you are so unbelievably exhausted
your head falls back on the pillow
you close your eyes
you start to drift
then ......
click
this printer is out of ink
yep
you aint got the chemicals ya need
to sleep
you CANT go to sleep
and ya see
after 2 or 3 weeks of zero sleep
i was hallucinating, hearing voices
crying at anything at all
everything broke my fucking heart fiendss
the veneer was stripped back
i had nothing between me and a resovoir of tears
id never cried when i should have
and they all wanted to be cried NOW!!!!
i see mickey and minnie mouse embrace
i bawl my eyes out
i was crying watching the commercials..
i just wanted sleep so badde
now actually once in a rehab
i prayed and the sweet lord had granted me
30 minutes of nectar-like rest
and a lucid dream in which the lord appeared
and we walked together in beautiful gardens,
and when i awoke i was refreshed and renewed
but that didnt happen this time
i couldnt pray as singlepointedly as i had the other
and i was left to my own devices...
but this time
i was back in l a
i had gotten over most of the really nasty stuff
you know like cramps sweats vomiting etc
i was battered
an endorphin-less
and seratonin-less wreck
any how
aftet another sleepless night in a hateful hotel
a nasty nylony plasticy fake type modern hotel
i stumbled into a "drugstore" or pharmacy or chemist shop
or even apotek
as the lovely swedes say
(related to our old apothecary)
im in this pill shop
looking at mountains of painkillers
not a fucking one with codeine in it
ya see fiendss
codeine is a mild narcotic
it comes from the poppy
its one of opiums many alkaloids
so if ya can get a bit of codeine in yer system
you can stave of the horrors a tiny bit better
but
codeine aint legal in the u.s, or sweden
without a quack givin' ya a script
in australia they always put paracetamol or ibuprof
in there
so any jonesing junky trying to take a big codeine dose
is gonna get a nasty surprise
when his liver gives out from the other stuff in the pills
theres a bit of western logic for ya!
any how
im trying to read all the labels on the stuff in this chemists
i was quite a little pharmacological whizz by this stage
i could spot a pseudo opiate in the drug company lingo
a mile off
anything anything
if i could get 5 minutes sleep
disengage my screaming brain and nerves
the i tunes in my brain was stuck on a horror
eternal flame by the bingles
round and round
"give me your hand darlin, can you feel my heart beating
do you understand..."
oh no
sometimes i had to throw something even worse in there
like swallowing a spider to catch a fly
something really vile
like one of my own songs...
which i couldnt bear to touch
when i felt this way
anyhow
im looking through the pills
when this older, kinda jewish lady
says ah whaddya lookin for, sir
i give her an impatient look
how could she understand MY pain
ah i dunno
she says
maybe i can help ya
i look at her
i say
i doubt it
she says you lookin for painkillers
i say yep
she says nothin here doin it for ya
i say nope
she says what are your symptoms
i say my backs killing me
i aint slept for 2 weeks
ya got anything for that?
she says nothing here
i say thats whatti thought
she says i think i can help ya
i say look im getting over a narcotic habit
she says yeah, i know
she says im an acupuncturist
i'll put ya to sleep
i guarantee it
now i was very very sceptical
cos i had just come from dublin
where my dear friend frankie x
had hooked my up with the chinese woman
atta clinic
and she was acupuncture personified
chinese studied in peking
but she couldnae budge my insomnia
so i couldnt see how this small gladys kravitz
was gonna be any help
but she gave me her card
she said come and see me
and when i looked in her eye
her spirit jumped the gulf and said
i aint fooling!!!
so i go round her very hollywood little bungalow
im starting to think this wasnt a good idea
lay down on the table
she starts sticking in the pins
one in the top of my head
a network of em all over my back
she connects the one in my head
to a little generator
and gives me a few volts
to the skull
next thing i know
ive left my wartorn body
ah im out in deep space
or deep in inner space
or somewhere black and soothing
i have expanded to take up everywhere
but i also have ceased to exist
oh fiendss this is a beautiful place
and you can get there by meditation and yoga
and opiates get you there too
but what a terrible price to pay
where oblivion is beckoning
where leviathan is reckoning
you see fiendss
you gotta earn yer ticket to this place
or youll have to pay some nasty fines
anyway anyway
to cut this long story short
the lady woke me up
and said steven
honey youve been sleeping for an hour and a half
im sorry to wake ya up, my next patient is here
fiendss
i paid the lady
i tipped her good
i gave her a jubilant hug
and thanked her profusely
yes
i had underestimated someone AGAIN
because of their looks
but
id had some precious sleep
and shed broken my slumber-drought
so get a good acupuncturist fiendss
if ya ache or cant sleep
i guess thats the moral of todays rant
tomorrows grants funeral
goodbye
sk
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