florida

wake of the storm
everything been smashed
malls n markets abandoned
trees blown down
rubbish
trash
garbage
flotsam n jetsam
smashed windows
empty shops
rusting hulks
the brave and resilient people who made it thru
lord preserve them
we hit the gulf
the gulf of mexico
its warm
its balmy
over long bridges that go for miles n miles
over the sea
all the weird new cars over here i aint seen before
the humvees
the porsche 4 wheel drive guzzling planet draining monsters
the traffic abounds
we pass bellingham gardens and some bayous
dense thick swamps
a place for nevets yeblik to meet a voodoo chile
a real zombie n dead chicken allusion
push those pins in nevets
push those little pins in
whose effigy do ye burneth
now do the voodoo you do so well
all those shops with skulls n powder
but dont ask any questions about her
all your songs come back n bite yore ass nevets dont they
no no muse that is not the case
but your words torment you nevets...admit it at once
no muse it is the balm of the tormented man
that he may forget at will , i have this ability
and often do i exercise it...
then tell them nevets
tell them of alabama
tell them of mobile where yer best frend jc n mr sleigh
escaped from
muse, you know i was half asleep
listnin to hawkwind space ritual
i but glimpsed the city fromma dream
and drifted back
nevets tell them of the beggars at the service station
tell them of the explosion of vegetation
nature prevails...
itll take five minutes after humans disappear
before the jungle swallows this whole place up
and swallows it down too
tonite im in a nice room looking out at leafy hedges
a blue pool undulates in the sickle moonlight
there is a gentle haze over the world
light is diffused
the temperature is the most perfect temp i ever felt
you wouldnt want a split nano up or down
the night air fills up my stuffy room slowly
i blow a bone
i need to do some yoga
i need to call nk n doodles
but its so late now
and 2morrow another long drive to fort lauderdale
early morning
but i certainly travel
and i see such stuff
and i try to remember it
and drag it into songs
for y'alls pleasure
thats it
its early morning now
bye
sk

jazz funeral

new orleans
how is it nevets?
its smelly thats for sure
loadsa overmade up women
with huge hair n loud voices
drunk people
dark bars selling shots n hurricanes
the (nauseating) smell of meat n fish cooking
live sex acts....bottomless...topless....sideless
t shirt shops
make levees not war
shady characters whisperin' in doorways
voodoo shops
full of charms, masks, skulls, talismans, philtres, spells
old black blues guys playin' on corners
the deafening sound of a hundred bars
full of a hundred geetar players
all playin' the same olde tired 12 bar jive
tourists in their pastel clothes
fat policemen with silly uniforms
a car pulls up n a pretty girl rolls down the window
whatcha lookin for honey?
a million answers go thru my mind
but i say
"nothin'"
i wander round to the house o blues where we be playing tonite
its fulla the jesus n mary n day o the dead iconographia
the dressing rooms are amazing
they really look after ya here
i guess theres about 10 h o bs in the u.s.
great venues...someone shoulda do one in sydney
the venues in the u.s. really know how to do it right
great catering, helpful attitudes
the americans invented show biz
i guess they should know what theyre doing
its so humid out on the street
im instantly drenched in sweat
boarded up houses
empty shops
tantalizing glimpses of cool courtyards
w/ boston ferns n magnolia
its a lot quieter than the other times i been here
i go up to check out the roof pool
full of drunk white middleclass yobbos
i guess i wont be doing my laps in there today
i feel like such an outsider
the omnipresence of the alcohol is sickening
a town fulla pissed people
n its only 6 oclock
rah rah rah
not much for me to eat here neither
actually not really my kinda place
i miss the clean dry desert
this whole place hassa naggresive vibe
my hotel is real nice
but the air cond is freezing my ballzoff
its hot n humid outside
in here its ice station zebra
i dunno
i sounda bit negatori today dont i
nevermind we got our hands on some nice jazz records
and i do think i might give one of em a listen real soon
apparently not many tickets sold tonite
i guess the people who liked us mighta all moved out after
katrinas big blow job
i resist buying a t shirt that says
im surrounded by fucking idiots
i figure the other fellas mightnt like it....(whatta diplomat!)
anyway
thats it
i love ya
sk

the donkeys do dallas

goodbye austin
hello dallas
we drive n drive thru the 101 degree heat
huge highways choked with traffic
giant trucks n lorries speeding along
stop at a servo
want some turkey jerky?
or a little replica of the decalogue
(the ten commandments)
some olde people (even older than me)
approach us...
youre not from around here, are ya?

last nites gig was a good one
thanks austin
you were bohemian n cool
i dissed the prez
and no one booed
blah blah blah
we were raggedy but energetic
which is better than the reverse
i guess
we were potless tho
potless n bible black
whatever happened to the sixties
(ah they ended 40 years ago you goose)
jesus its not too much to ask.....is it?
a wee smoke before playin'....?
wanna zan x someone asks...?
no thanks druid
not quite the same thing
thats real drugs
not the god given herbal sacrament.......
but
you can get guns n fireworks pretty easy tho
gee
maybe i should try lettin off some crackers
before i play
i guess it cant hurt...

so im sitting back here
in the granada theatre
with big bucks burnette
petaluma our merch girl
n rob d
and im writing what i'm writing about
big bucks n i have just invented the "bloggcast"
actually im gonna do an unprecedented thing here
im gonna turn my blogg over to big bucks
whose gonna have a texas word with ya all
so here goes.....


********************************
(the next words you read will be bigs bucks)

THE NEXT HALLUCINATION
(Poem For Steve Kilbey)


Some call me a legend
But I'm just a rumor in my own time
I use capital letters
And to kilbey that's a crime

Been with Willson-Piper
For far too long
But I have to give them credit
They wrote my favorite song

I can't remember how it went
Can't recall a single word
It hit my ears, I disappeared
Flew unseen with the birds

And all the buildings disappeared
My feelings came unwound
Another way of being
Was the next thing that I'd found

I circled many planets
But I never left my home
And not unlike Steve Kilbey
My heart was meant to roam

He's made many, many records
I've made seventeen mistakes
I guess all kinds with different minds
Is what this poor world takes

Thank god that I met them
In a decade far away
You won't believe what my friend Steve
Can do or think or say

He sang Cortez The Killer
With Tom Verlaine on stage
When it comes to what he knows
He's written every page

If you catch a shadowed glimpse
In the backyard of the night
It's probably Steven Kilbey
Finding something else to write

He never told us who he is
Or where he's from or how
If I believe what I believe
He's here before me now

But then again he's prone to prose
At length in every nation
His favorite speech of how he seeks
The Next Hallucination

Angels, stars and small guitars
Are in his childhood bedroom
In his brain a choo choo train
Pursues a witch at mid-broom

This fairyland that claims his soul
Casts charm to him eternal
The world responds with yen and yawns
Reward is found internal

In closing I should tell you
He's paid me now to lie
I'm guilty of professing love
And selling alibis

Goodnight children, kiss you now
Don't forget to feed the tigers
You're on your way to holiday
At Steven's gig in Algiers

Bucks Burnett
July 28, 2006
Granada Theater
Dallas, TX USA Earth Universe 14 Over There
That One There

well there ya go
thats ole' bucks for ya...
ever the poet
and folks
across the road from this gig
is the place where one night 20 years ago
we wrote nse+w
gee was it really that long ago ???
(yes)
tonites gig is in a lovely olde cinema
lovely lite show
great sound
texas is cool fiendss
dont believe the hype
the cool guys here are uber cool
cos of the opposing forces of cowboydom
its easy to be a fucking hippy in n bondi
but maybe its a little harder here in some places
things just aint so easy going here
and i can understand n respect that
it coulda been easy....
but it aint
and thats that
texas ah yer myth looms so large
johnny wayne
(real name : marion morrison)
davy crockett
jimmy bowie (no relation!)
jfk
zz top
(the one without the beard is frank beard)
buddy holly( early rock tradge)
stevie ray vaughan
willy nelson( love yer pigtails you big sissy)
roky erikson( hes a little nutty i hear)
charlie sexton( oh you pretty thing)
edie brickhel(mrs p simon)
billy preston (rip)
jr(from i dream of jeannie)
i dunno
the lone star state
the moon at night burns big n bright
deep in the heart of texas
we re leaving tomorrow
maybe i'll never get to come back
if it takes as long as last time
i'll be 67...
if i even get to 67
thats not a given
dont tempt fate you hubristic olde rocker
you could get electro-cuted tonite on the stage
ya never know when ye olde numbers are up
anyway
thats too gloomy for you fun loving blogge fiendss
so i aint gonna bring ya down with talk of my sad demise
(i bet i become huge the day after i drop off my perch)
never mind my grandchildren will live in lux
anyway
thats it for today
thanks b b b for the pome
thats to texass for being great audiences
thanks to my manager for letting me breathe
thanks to weather for making it seethe
good buy
goodboy
turn me on deadman
over
n
out
s the k
ps
a huge gushing thank you
to the dallas contributors to sks timebeing blogge
special jazz war chest
your sacrifice is appreciated
me

going down beneath the texas moon

what should i tell em?

tell em nevets, tell em about the gig in houston
oh yeah..the gig in houston....
well i keep thinkin' about this band called
the sacred cowboys
from melbourne
and they hadda song called
nothing grows in texas
and as i landed in houston
i thought how fuckin wrong they were
cos its greene here
and everything is growing all over the place
we hadda nold black lady called patricia drivin' our cab
whaddya think of the bush family, patricia?
what do yall think? she replies
no no we say
what do you think?
well i don' wanna say says patricia
cos of that little camera watching us up there...
she points to camera mounted in roof of cab
well i think theyre all pricks i volunteer
she looks at me n smiles
yeah i guess im along the same lines as you honey..

the gig is a huge old warehouse downtown
its a cavernous place
we get a not too bad amount o people
and they dig it
we're a little raggedy n nervy but we
getta cuppla encores blah blah blah
(you see i cant really review my own shows
can i?)
afterwards a nice mexican woman tells me her 2 year old son
is learning to sing metropolis
fair enuff
we pack up n drive to austin
capital of texass
rob dickenson whose opening for us
drives our car
he wassa in a group called the catherine wheel
now hes solo
hes good too
and the audiences really dig him
last nite he came on in our encore
and slid behind the drum kit
i didnt notice for a while until the song
didnt seem to be going where it usually did
i look up and theres rob bashing the kit
while powlesy standin round shakin a tambo
robs an english guy livin in l.a.
hes pretty funny too
and we instantly like him
and hes one o the family
which means he gets to see all our squabbles n sulks
we get in about 6 am in the morning
our motel here is swarming with coppers
whats happnin officeer
i ask some porky sergeant
oh just some dead guy in a car he says
im shocked by his nonchalance
hes far more interested in who we are and where we're playing
than "the dead guy"
would an aussie cop be so fucking callous...?
i guess these cops have seen it all
i wake up round one
and do my chi gong n yoga routine
whilst listnin to the instrumental ambient mixes of mimesis
nice work, polinski
i take my hat off to ya
and i wish i was in sandringham melbourne
in the cold winter
than here in this hot swampy heat
i look out my window
peddlars, beggars, flower sellers, tramps, hookers, n dealers
are plying their trades
at this huge intersection
where 16 lanes of traffic meet
some cops come along
and handcuff some n take em away
im always shocked by how america treats her poor
i mean
WHAT THE FUCK!!!??
you gotta nuff money to invade afgannystan n irak
but people here
(where fucknuckle w bush was the gov)
are so poor n desperate
where is the compassion?
how can you enjoy yer fuckin priveleged lives
n just drive past these unfortunates like they didnt exist?
i saw a rich bitch once step over a convulsing tramp
as she got outta her limo in new york upper east side
like he was garbage...
didja know georgey w
that yer bible says
(tho I KNOW YOU NEVER READ IT)
that its harder for a rich man to enter heaven
than a camel to pass thru a needles eye...?!
that means that all yer ill gotten gains
gonna disappear when you shuck off yer mortal coil
but you aint learnt yer lesson
its no good havin money when every body else is
livin in abject indecent needless poverty
but georgey boy
you dont give a damn
do ya?
but no one gets off scott free
and im sure theres a little equalling up the score
gonna happen
cos every action hassa equal n opposite reaction
and i can see the fuckin heavy judgement gonna send them
white rich warmongering IMBECILES
sprawling
watch out
yer next life s just around the corner
make the most of this one
OR BEWARE
vishnu sittin in yer hearts
hes watching everything
hes listnin to yer thoughts
he knows if you been good or bad
so be good fer goodness sake
anyway
its just like ole nostradamus said
its all gonna begin in the fucking middle east
the end o the world
(as we know it)
(and i feel sick)
you stupid idiots
all of ya
every goose who thinks rockets n tanx
can solve the problems of this world
i dont know
israel, lebanon, palestine
who can unentangle this mess?
but surely...
i wanna scream
when will we ever fucking learn?
we can build n fly huge aeroplanes
that can fly 4 hundred people atta time
we can trace genetic code
we can go into space
we can work out the largest prime numbers
and irrigate deserts
we can build tiny computers that can hold more info
than a library
but we just keep killing each other
i dont have any answers people
but why do we all have to go down the drain
for these belligerent bloody bastards...?
anyhow
that leaves me in my hotel in austin texarse
the heart of bush cuntry
but also a fantastic music town
fulla bohemians n hippies n artists n musos
n veggy restaurants n trees n students n good things
a place where the uber"straights" n the bohos
rub shoulders
im leaving for soundcheque in 30 mins
im gonna try n ring my family
see if they still remember their big daddy
thats it fiendss
if yer from austin n coming tonite
bring me some jazz ciggies if ya wanna good show
if not
well
beware


xxxxxxx
stevo

potentiator

undulations in the graphs
the needles jump
the alkaloids merge
the chromatic ascent
the morning star
summer time over
black neon water
imperialista surprise
santa fes cool groves of pines
creature, what art thou?
followed thru the reeds n rushes
the magician
the scientist
the priest
the scholar
the neophyte
the hanged man
the future
what do you see in my hands
5 daughters and a long life
what do you see in my hands
money and suffering
what do you see in my hands
soothing touch in turmoil
the numbers stack up
partially chemical, partially spirit
i am
i slip thru the atmosphere
like electric intrusion
like x rayed luggage i am transparent
cooked up in the soup of life
reabsorbed in ozone stinking machinery
plated and pressed
minted and new
churning out the tunes
sing a song of sixpence
pocket fulla wry
mesquite trees
in the ordinary life and times
in the turning of the centuries
texas moon
texas tea
body of christ
impressions of another world
long avenues of the americas
the conquistadors
the indians
the mexican generals
remember the alamo
remember the moment before
forget yourself nevets yeblik
these anonymous rooms
the elevators to the 13th floor
the thunderstorm and its aftermath
alone under the blankets of air
no room service today
please do not peturb
connecting.....now!
knock knock
the window opens of its own accord
streets below
mixing in , blending in
millions of people
everyone doomed
a question of time
meanwhile.............
this is all we have
this
and the night
and the relief brought by sleep
dreams of dreams of dreams
days go by
days go, bye
what did you want again?
i'd quite forgotten
love is what we came here for
and a rusty white car
and where the badge was
i can still see the word
eternity

ocelot

reedy n me drivin along thru the desert
in reedys infinity
reedys fiddlin round with the stereo
man hes got some weird stuff
popol vuh
neu
some french guy who does this sci fi thing
the roof slides back
the hot dry air rushes in
my thin fine hair flies up in a tornado
reedys huge beard is parted into a fork
vultures way up in that cloudy angry sky
the weird music n the weird scenery n the weird drugs
make everything combine in my system
i cant tell if im hearing the scenery
or looking at the music
kraut rock from the 1970s
desert from now
the desert is now
the desert allows no memory or projections
the desert has been waiting for me patiently
the desert in so many of my songs
the desert says at last
youve come home to me
stop the car
i say to reedy
you dont wanna get out steve he says
its 120 degrees out there n everythings gonna wanna kill ya...
no no its alright i say
he shrugs his shoulders
i climb out
the sun is excruciating
i stumble over rocks n stones
i look back at reedys white infinity
but everything has vanished in the heat haze
everything has disappeared
i am in the wilderness at last
the hinterland
the no mans land
things rustle n slide n move
i am no longer afraid
and then
miracle of miracles
the sky opens up
a blessed monsoon
i see the cactii snatch the rain from the air
small colourful birds appear and scatter
a fox or coyote in the distance all bedraggled
the rain falls around me but not on me
the desert protects me with its warm arms
the desert says you were always mine
the desert says youre tired, sleep a little
a small dark woman appears outta nowhere
i try to talk
she holds her finger to her lips
she is old beyond years
she is younger than tomorrow
her nose is like a hawks
her hair is black threaded with blue n white
her nails are like talons
her eyes are like 2 black stars
she shakes her head slowly
as she looks at me
we are in her house suddenly
i try to sit up
i say but reedys waiting for me back there
she smiles but she doesnt understand
its dark n cool in here
a desert owl perches on a windowsill
half in half out
the smell in here, strange yet familiar
something ive smelt before like herbs or something
markings on the wall must be navaho or something
the monsoon keeps on falling
she opens her back door and an ocelot strolls in
elegantly grooms itself n stretches out
on the cool stone floor
she gives me some food
im a vegeta....i begin to say
she holds out her hand towards the food
please eat now her eyes say
its some kind of soup
its delicious
she reaches out takes my hand n squeezes it
she says something at last in a language i have never heard
but i understand the meanings
youve wandered long my husband
no no theres some mistake i try to say
but the words come out all wrong
the mirror on the wall in the gloom
reflects some other face than mine
older n younger than mine
long nose, black hair, dark eyes
its you she says
the real you

the desert is outside
its all around
its everywhere
to think that there are oceans and cities out there anywhere
to imagine offices with fluorescent lives
pop charts n maps of love
to try to remember someone elses life
the people
the rush n the noise
well its impossible
the desert banishes these fictions
theres no fucking internet
theres no traffic jams n starbux
theres no sydney harbour bridge or eiffel towers
theres just the desert
and it looks after its own
and the cactii bloom and we make sweet sauces from its flowers
the underground water is cool n refreshing
the beasts stay outta each others way
one day i walked with the ocelot further than ever before
we came to a white car rusted on the side of a road
overgrown n reclaimed by the desert
i looked up real close
the car musta been there for years n years n years
there was a badge that was rusted away
but where the letters had been
i could still read the word
infinity

wilderness

where are you now
a long way away
off in the distance
turned into a point
a speck in a void
a wave in the heat
the desert has engulfed me
i tried not notice
im shaking sand and pebbles out of my pockets
im walking in the sun and the rain
riverbeds
don van vliet
the vastness of nothing
suddenly i miss my home
i miss the ocean
i panic lazily
why am i here
this inferno is swallowing me
the englishman inside me is blasted
the australian is not so surprised
dry dusty trail
at the end of the rainbow another road
i am a drifter
shabby directionless temporary
i am a hermit in this desert
at the foothills of the mountains
i seek the philosophers stone among the twisted trees
the motels were mirages
the ice machine has melted
the carcasses of cars strewn over the sand
the memories of the good times
everything full of dust
the heat welcomes me like an old friend
the haze accelerates towards me as i sit here
out here where its nowhere at all
where are you now
im here in the shadow of the overpass
where 10 heads east and south
here amongst the black tarry stones
and the rusty cans
here where we laugh at the sun
everything has been fried, mister
nothing works here anymore
sure sure
take whatever you like
somebody else 'll come along if you dont
somebodies painted a bad picture of me
its already tomorrow and here i go
clouds gather
monsoon sends down a few huge drops
the monsters in the hills come out to drink
the rivers swell and flood
i need some medicine man
i need to escape from myself again
i need to run and run and run
down these carpeted corridors
and i need to find my door
i need to find my room
and then i'll just have it made
then i can just coast
and the churning airconditioning
will freeze my headache

adios

too sun, harris owner

here i am
in the greene room
tucson my man
oh whatta lovely olde theatre
whatta lovely part of town
whatta pleasant 115 degree breeze blowing down mainstreet
thats one way to keep he dope peddlars of the streets
115 degrees
actually its keeping everyone off the streets here
there aint no one out there on foot
around the edges of the towns are forlorn shacks
motels gone bust
ghosts in those dark boarded up broken down dreams mister
people lived n died doing it the hard way
living in the heat and hopelessness
of chickenwire, rusted caravans n wrecked cars
living inside in the airconditioning
the constant hum n hiss of the fans
the absolute omnipresence of the heat
i accept it
and it leaves me alone
like a big dog you treat cautiously n with respect
dont resist this heat
or itll chase you down n dry you out
dont hide from it
itll find you
just accept it
laugh about it
its like a blazing sauna outside
ah
but the desert nights
full of.....what?
oh something
you gotta feel it

the crowd last night were very very nice
the show went down well
i thoroughly enjoyed myself
showing off n being silly
when we lock in n fire on all four
we are inexorable
tim powles getting an energy burst
and the whole band lifts off
like a booster rocket has kicked in
pk n mwp are superb players
they still achieve the thing we go for
with accoustic guitars
we hadda ball
a lot more people there then ya mita thort
seems arizona n the cruchh can kiss n make up now
now tonite is tucson
and its a little more boho arty here than last nite
you know people read rimbaud at the rodeo
no no
im just kidding
im starting like arizona
ya gotta be tuff to live here
its almost like siberia in negative
i reckon i'd rather the heat than the cold
i reckon i rather tucson than glomsk
wow
imagine if yer mum was a navaho indian n dad wassa eskimo
youd have all climates covered
youd be able to handle the extremes
n
then imagine a boho n a "straight" having kids
youd get a guy who could write songs
and
read his recording contract

by the time i got to phoenix

wherever i was lassa night
is a distant memory
oh yeah.......
oh yeah....
itsa all coming back to me
anaheim
we played a big place
it was a little empty
sometimes when this place is kinda empty
how those words haunt me at poorly attended gigs
anyway tho
we were magic
for what its worth
from my point a view anyway
patti hood played the harp like a goddess
have you grokked this yet...?
we hadda harpist playing with us
shes not here anymore
we gonna miss her
the harp n her playing lent an indescribable sheen
like fuckin' fairydust sprinkled onto everything
dan from 91x was there
huh you fiendss out there thinka that ya true fanss?
dans gotta ipod EXCLUSIVELY FOR HIS CHURCHNSOLO COLLECTION!!!
thats a true connysware of all things chruchy
dan dan dan
if only more of those powerful execs loved the chruch
the way you did
ah well.....
itd bee so easy, baybee
its so hard to walk away
easy now
edit me gently
anyway the gig was easiest the best
a lovely venue actually
just far too big for a olde bunch in their twilit years n tears
like tonites place
a huge monolith of a gig in the middle of a desert
a hoarse with no name
miles 2 big for the cuppla hundred who are actually coming
rite now i have reid wilson
heatherspace
n jesuskrishna here backstage in tempe
in this mega venue where you could hide an army
my "biographer"
robby lurid turns up
hes interviewing pk
ive warned pk dont slanda me
or i'll get even with ya online
ON MY BLOGGE!!
pk dont spin yer yarns n tall tales bout me
tell the everlovin' truth
im a good guy
arent i....
arent i?
today the weather is 120 degrees farrenhite
its hotter than syddleys 110 on new years day
we stopped in middle of desert
it was so hot
the cactii fiendss
just like in the movies
badlands
dead rivers
vultures
twisters
tumbleweeds
railway tracks
gila monsters
piles n piles of rocks
miles n miles of hazy heat
blue jagged mountains
deserted houses
everything here is surreal
scorched dry beyond belief
now ive runnoutta time
too badde
see ya tomorrow
sk

skyriver

why dont hotel room windows open in america
to stop people jumpin' out
?
why the obsession with ice?
the pool is tepid
my shower only runs on hot
you cant get it cold or it turns off
so its a boiling hot day here in san diego
but the pools warm n the showers hot
?????????????????????????
and ice
and a.c.
but no cooling water or breezes
is something wrong here?
the pool water was like sliding into
tepid chemical soup
my skin began to itch
my eyes went red
and my poor thin fine hair split its ends
itsa lovely vista from my hotel
an absolute riot of trees
palms, oaks, elms
(as if i wood know what an elm tree looks like)
(but its nice to go on listing the lovely names
of the lovely trees)
birch, sycamores, honeysuckle w/ hummingbirds
hazy grey blue sky
i think of the spanish , zorro
it IS very like spain here
it IS a beautiful part of the world
but its weird too
laidback n expensive n slightly uptight
a sub-culture of (presumably) mexican maids n waiters
they appear n do things but it SEEMS like yr not supposed to talk to em
i said thanks to a guy taking away my plates
and he looked at me like
what are ya talking to me for
some things i guess im naive about
some lovely fans from mexico last night with vinyl
san diego belly up was our first good show here
but it was pretty good
good size crowd
great venue n equipment
good time guaranteed
we transcended, didnt we?
i thought so
now sitting in motel room
waiting for another intavu to come thru
steve?
im larry wankler from the bingle herald, nth dakota
i normally do the sport but the rock guys wife hadda baby
so here goes
um...tell me somethin' about yerselves...ah,
why did yall call yerselves the church...and...ah..
tell me bout yer new record...i aint heard it yet tho...
it only arrived this morning, and i couldnt get the cd player to work
but i heard that other..
ok
this blogge is being interrupted by my conscience
who says
tell them nevets about the 2 very eloquent n knowledgable dudes
you just talked to
who knew all about yer music...
even this blogge
tell em how ya enjoyed the interviews
and they were nothin like what ya said
ok ok
its true
america aint all badde fiendss
the best stuff is THE best
AND
the worst stuff is THE worst
tonite anaheim
and itsa big place n we aint sold many tickets
boo hoo
why dont people wanna see washed up olde one hit wunderkinds
aussie hippy jingly jangly scruffy space rockers
i'll never know
i love you fiendss
you are the very core of my sanity
please behave yerselves
the whole worlds watching
sk

everything a happening at the same time being

a sequence of events
a vegan cafe
eating a vegan foccacio with cain-o
we turn up at lovely olde theatre henry ford
lovely support act majorie fair
dreamy stuff indeed
rob d was great
its la maaan
theres flesh to press
we soundcheck koppesless
a guy from mj brings vegan cookies
show is so so i guess
toddy said dry n flat
not too many people there neither
oh well
idunno
immediately after show we drive to sandy ego
3 hours or more
i get to bed at 6
i up at 11
i pack up suitcase n stuff
all down to car
im reassigned room next door where i was
back up stairs
caught in traffic jam
4 lanes of traffic goin nowhere fast
eventually we turn up to 91 x
sandiegos big station
we are playing half a dozen tunes to about 20 people
theyre recordin it and its goin out live ish
the stations got vegan noodles n desserts for us
a guy comes up n says
im one of those obsessive fans
AND
i own a radio station
everynow n then
we meet one of these guys
guys who liked us from the beginning
who are now in important positions
and using their clout to get things done for us
everythings laid on for us
its a great gig
we all have a laugh
the owner says easy could be a single if edited
ok with me
we leave station
drive to belly up tavern where we play tonight
san diego is arid and upmarket
the houses are mostly beautiful
and the gig tonite is in a nice part of town
im sitting here backstage
typing to you
more reflective stuff later
cant think straight
lotsa nice gifts from people
thatsit
longer blogg soon
sk

indifferent blogge

i am non-plussed
i am feeling neutral
neither happy nor sad
sobering up to the long hard gruelling tour ahead o me
the long long miles
the heat n grime
the short hours of sleep
the 3 am stops in garages buying crisps n juice
phone interviews with distant voices
going thru the m'oceans
how was sanna barbra, sk?
how was yer gig?
it was ok
it was all ok
ok?
ok such a lovely phrase
a world of meaning in ok
saying everything n nothing at the same time
santy bra bra is a lovely town
seriously gorgeous in its summery blossoms and village-y atmosphere
people are doing well there
everyones relaxed
(mellow as they would say themselves)
anyway
thanks to the people who helped out
they know who they are
i also forgot to tell ya we gotta harpist playing with us in socal
patti hood who is brilliant
youve always wanted to hear the hchcur with a harp
hears your chance
thanks to deniece for prints n gifts
paulie v whos got more footage of us up his sleeve than ya can beleeve
hours n ours n hours
we gonna try to putta little video on here for y'all
(maybe)
(if my lappy is up to the gig)
the audience was very nice
we played 2 on-cores
it was hard to breakthrough...
breakthrough to what, nevets
what are you breaking thru to, olde bean
sigh
i dunno
whatever it is/was we didnae do it last nite
but i aint complaining
ive been up early swimmin' in the lovely roof pool
fountains spitting water
cool arbours n shady nooks
i did my chi gong
my lungs trying to sort the smog from the chi
the prana from the fumes
sometimes i just going thru motions
sometimes i connect
but once youve connected, nevets
once youve reached that audience
or that satori
or that deeep place
well you cant stand it if it aint like that
all the time,everytime
so there ya go
sports fans
kilbey kicked a few goals
hes in ok form
maybe shed a few pounds and dollars
maybe pace himself more
(a guy came on stage with about 15 jagermeistahs lassa nite)
maybe he should train consistently
and try harder
so
la tonite
i gotta feeling she aint gonna take me in her arms
i gotta feeling hollywood aint returning my calls
its ok
gotta let it go
breathe deep nevets
see your california dream fly away...
just like the red balloon from th'other day
let it disappear up in the clouds
who are,
after all
uninvited,
just like you





kilbey
ps peter pogcast
where am i now?
can i bee back in personal?
please
getta me backa onna mah charte
demon

centre barb error

im sitting in my hotel fiendss
in the lobbie
watching wiltshire blvde go bye
in the heart of korea town
ive a hadda shower n had some refreshments
its about eleven in the morning
lassa nite i retire to cain-os lovely studio
for a nite of jamming n lo-jinks
plucking a tele bass slumped back in the the luxurious upholstery
i was in a mood for simple basic things
i made up songs with cain-o
and our drummer mr sleigh
one horse open etc
mr sleigh appeared up to the task
and he drummed artistically on n on
beyond the call of judy
ready to give a little rhythm to the most
fanciful of our whims
cain-o provided tech support n guitar
we had italian before this
i had delicious minestrone n salad
i picked up my new favourite drink
a vanilla soy chai
full o' shuga says mr sleigh
but oh so good
so we jam until 2 30 in ye olde morning
earlier that day i did my laps in the hotel roof pool
totally empty
beautiful but slightly faded very hollywood setting
almost expect joe dallesandro to appear
flesh/trash/heat
wow
i saw em all
the blowsy chicks lounging round the pool
the detached n distant hero
the head jobs
the drugs
the cars n the blvdes
the fractured dialogue
you understood
that hollywood contains unbearable excitement
plus
crushing boredom
coexisting side by side
people sitting in doorways
low riders
people of every possible combination
weird mixtures
ragged dirty tramps who would make sydneys worst "derro"
seem like fuckin george clooney
models n acktresses of unbeleavable artificiality
muscley guys with boils on their backs (steroids?)
long red buses
mirrored n chrome buildings reflecting only each other
porsches...a dime a duzzen
celebs...thyre everywhere baybee
hey aint that keanu in the limo....?
i swam in the empty pool on the empty pool deck
the water was velvety
i swam around under water like a kid
my chest grazing the pool bottom
i stared up from the bottom at the cracking sky n billdings
l.a.s weather is gentle, a film set
the never ending traffic
the taco joints
the jewellers
the cell-fone shacks
the sevenelevens
cactii n palms
glamour n despair
the publicity lady for cooking vinyl says theres lotsa
requests for interviews with me/us
do i make a refreshing change from the monosyllabic grunters
i wonder
why do they wanna talk to me
its funny how our clout in the press
is always much bigger than our actual success justifies

im sitting here listnin'; to stay on obscured by clouds
peter n marty are disckussing whether we gonna have
such n suches when we play live on 91x in sane diego
all around the mostly korean crowd gulp down starbux n tuna sandwiches
people come in n out with suitcases
a flock of korean air pilots n hosties appear
their luggage rolls along obediently like dogs
they are all perfect n unflustered after their last flight
they check in elegantly n without fuss
n quietly disappear to their rooms
peter k reappears clutching a packet of vitamins
the tvs have people working their "abs"
and news footage of some unfortunate bastard somewhere
getting his arse blown off in some missile attack
a red balloon rises across the street
loose from its moorings it ascends into the photosphere
a metaphor for....what...?
today im gonna drive up to santa hanna barbera
im gonna rehearse with the boys
we gonna do a gig
we gonna tighten up the loose bits
we gonna slacken off the tight squeezes
sunlight filters thru the smog
maybe go up to s.b with cain-o in saab?
should wind up n go do yoga
will be back
sk

holly would and the lost angelas

im in
life at last
im free
im here baybee
ive made it safely
oh hollywood take me in yer smoggy arms
into your hands i commend my spirit
im sitting in a bar in my hotel
the others in the band
everyone else pretty much korean
we just ate a korean restaurant
there was plenny o spice
and some gruesome fish
everything pickled n hot as all f&*%
we say wheres dessert
and we get these bowls of tepid water
with bits of burnt rice in it
is it sweet we ask
sweet asks the waitress
she aint heard that word in this restaurant before
sweet?
she laughs .....no oooo'
it really actually tastes like dishwater with burnt bitso'rice
maybe its a joke we think
later i divide n work out the bill
including the tip
thats your job for this tour says tp
just so you have yr own job
but..........
isnt being minister of esoteric affairs enuff?
do they really think i need another job?
the devil finding work for kilbeys idol hands
well the good news is i got to fly bizness class
the customs men n women did not manhandle me one bit
tho the lady gave me an interesting look
when she punched in my passport number
(british empire 666)
and realised i was a hippy ratbag
with a visa
and i was let be
la is flat n warm n hazy
my room is ok but i look out at the hollywood sign
up there in them holly wood hills
in them hollywood nights
people this is it
yeah theres new york its larger paler opposite twin
the two pull america in a ying yang relationship
the two cities could hardly be more different.....
and
you think even an olde committed bohemian like me
couldnt find a nice spot somewhere in the canyon
to eat freakin' tofu n do pranayama all day
and pretend that the rest didnae exist?
hey la n hollywood if ya listnin'
i am your true son
take me in
take me back
shower me in money
and a spanish style mansion
listen fiendss
i reckon when you all push me to # 1
on the bloggcharte
i reckon la gonna squeeze me to her ample bosom
and i'm gonna host my own esoteric tv show
a monster hit
the kilbey family will become the thinking mans osbournes
adventures of a stoned turkey in malibu with cute twin kids
who say oracular type things
a cute long suffrin wife
a big fat baby
and occaisional guest starring the twillies
who will bring northern angst and swedish chic
whatta mixture
its gotta bee a hit
how long before my blogg becomes a movie...?
julia roberts is already auditioning for nks part
remember
you read it here first

anyway enough of that
im in the city of the angels
im happening im hip
i got a hotel with a pool n airconditioning
theres a mcdonalds across the street
theres a grande piano in the foyer which plays itself
theres a porter keeps giving me a knowing wink
(dont ask me ....)
theres chandyleers n vases of flowers
everything is yellow or beige or gold
thers tvs playin a video channel that only plays clips from the 80s
marbled coffee tables, leather couches
outside the unlucky ones huddle in doorways
or push their trolleys of plazzy bags
people look at ya twice on the street
my naivete is like sign goin' off over my head
i could be easy pickings out here
i see a mexican guy in an internet cafe
pulling drugs outta the bandage round his knee
and sorting them out
he looks up and sees me staring at him
while i wait for my avocado sandwich
his eyes quiz mine
am i a cop
or a customer
for a moment a deafening chorus of voices
start screaming in my head
i start getting ready to score
the adrenalin rush
the sick excitement in the pit of the stomach
but
it all lasts a nano sec
then i look away
contact broken
bugger that for a joke
i aint getting back in the ring for another swing
i cant believe i used to go down badde nayborhoods in la
i mean real badde fiends
and cop dope
and sit around and score n get ripped off
and deal with this whole thing
thank god
it no longer has any hold on me
just vestiges of desires hard to extinguish
but dont worry fiendss
i bought my sandwitch and split
the hcrhcu were havin' a meeting
i tuned in n out
some hilarious vids from ye olde 80s
duran duran
oh lord...
her name is rio blah blah blah
how fuckin' abysmal
empty nothingness sung sharp painfully
cmon now fiendss
dont tell me ya dug these turkeys
yeah we started a tour with em
in 1982
but it quickly became clear that their gurly gooseball fans
had no place in their shallow hearts for aussie hippies
n unguarded moments
so we bailed
fuck em !!
what a bunch o tossers

funny footnote
everynight they dragged steve harley on to do make me smile...

anyway
why am i reminiscing london 82
when im in the future in la
i gotta machine that remembers 14000 songs
and its twice as small as a casstte walkman
i got tiny little speakers
which sound better
than my monstrous old stereo
this is california
look homeward angel
there is no weather outside
its about 75 degrees no wind
the lights light up the night
BRITE DENTAL
WOORI AMERICA BANK
ASIANA AIRLINES
FAMILY CLUB
CITIBANK
surely names from a william gibson novel...?
but here i am living it
im living a very strange dream
an olde guy looks back outta the mirror
my bass guitar lies in my room
bound n gagged in its case
ive smoked something very nice
(thanks d m)
tomorrow its monday
the other druids are gathering things
like strings n sticks n stuff
before santa barbara on tuesday night
well thats notta bad length blogg from a weary traveler
im gonna read tanglewreck by jeanette winterson
i'll tell ya what i reckon
wow
la
gee
ok
sk

the day we embarked for cythera

last minute stuffing stuff into eyetunes
guess while i got the olde lapptopp turned on
might as well type in a blogg from the frontline
we are the vanguard
we are at the edge of a fork in the road
the darkness of barbarism to one side
and the light that my blogg could shine on this earthy earth
yes but i need that number one slot
and the guy in number one is pulling 33 thousand per period
and im pulling 2 thousand n something
so fiendss we need some serious recruiting
and have ya read what im up against...
yes theres a spanking diary with pictures of botties
pre spank, during spank, after spank
comment deleted by author
i mean
i gotta have some good poetry to up against smacked bums, right?
and gay naked man in new york
how am i gonna snatch this blokes readership?
and do i wanna really havem?
and the girl with the (gulp) sexual urges
how can i go up against her famous urges with a diatribe against meat?
ive got rants while shes got no pants....!!??
anyway theres a couple of foreign language bloggs
i gotta just by pass them all together
or learn slovenien or whatever they are in
i bet they dont have much about dope smokin' or bass in them tho
yeah sk , youve got some real burning issues here dontcha?
but you know the greatness will only come when im truly # 1
check out the dude at #1
and tell me fiendsss
do i have a shott?
can i knock the king off his throne
i think i can
i think i can
i think i can
oh excuse me
just some positive affirmations

anyway yess
today at 13 45 i leave fior the u.s.
needless to say i'll be yr manne on the ground there
leading you thru the hilarious adventures
when a buncha olde rockers do a big tour of the u.s.
see ya there fiendss
sk

twenty five or sicks too flaw

the sly grey morning releasing
tiny droplets of cold rain but
the wind is warm
its 7.47
which reminds me im gonna be flyin' to america
sunday
oh dear........
if you look at the total bottom of these black pages
you 'll see a site meter and a position on a chart
giving me around the 24 mark for personal blogs
IN THE WORLD!!!!
yes im up against em all and im 24 baybee
of course i owe it all to you
youve clicked thru my etheric turnstile
where mangy panthers eat looking grass pie
and you guys have made mee 24
im back on the fucking charts baybee
you gotta love it
i am a blogg star of the early 21st century
THIS AINT JIVE!!!
check out my meter fiends
see my position
see me whizzing up that bloggladder
on this whole everlovin' planet
there are only 23 druids and chicas
who are pulling more fiendss to their bloggs
thats dope, my fruits
and
its fruit, my dopes
its angelfruit
lemme couch it in these turms
i am the 24th most popular blogger
on earth
right now
in this present
fragile as it is
but
all things being equal
if yall can stay put on my blogg
if i dish the rants by their pants
if i can give ya nostalgia without the neuralgia
if i am yer war correspondent on my u.s. trek
who else is out there charting these rogered waters
the icy water underground
fiendss if you stay right here on this kil-channel
im gonna take ya round america
and this cub reporter dont pull no punches
im gonna give ya the lowdown
and the highup
im gonna look at this place and its inhabitants
thru the eleven year old canberra boys eyes
and im gonna say
wow......
im gonna take ya deep into strange parts
and we're gonna take on the locals with bondi logic
pk will ask if the cream contains milk
mwp will ask if theres anything red in it
tp will ask if the music shops still open
sk will ask have any of you seen that guy with the dreadlocks....
pk will say we shoulda turned left at albuquerque
mwp will say lets stop for a sit down
tp will say just another 500 miles
sk will say did you guys know i was 24 on the blogg charts
the sky here is light grey with drifting darker clouds over it
the palms thrash in the wind
wriggle and shake
doing the tree
a new dance i just invented
the tree

now people
im so pleased with the high standard of comments here
theres statistics about how fast the "straights" are chopping down the forests
(and dont tell me it aint the "straights" cos it sure aint us hippies)
theres some nice anecdotes
theres some encouraging suggestions
theres mr baal n zeus
who does a very convincing nevets yeblik
in 45 minutes i will do an interview with man in florida
where the intelligent charismatic gentle jeb bush is the king
florida what a trip
i aint been there for years
like the gold coast but heavier
what will the floridians make of us?
i dunno
i just like the word floridian

anyway if you stay around on my blogg
and especially if you convert a friend
we could all be part of climbin' yon charte together
you could boast to yer colleagues
im part of the number one blogg on earth
we put him there
we keep him there
and we could be so self congratulatory
that people will flock here
hoping to be a part of the love
PLUS
success breeds success
ya know it
people gonna be here cos people gonna be here
and ya know we hoverin round the 700 mark
come on fiendss if you aint got no friends
(like me)
then invent a doppelganger n sign in twice
i dont care how ya do it
dishonesty is ok if its ME right?
any means for our ends
our mean ends
and our ends ending meanly
people get out there
preach n proselytize
steal n maim in my name
itll be like pyramid selling
youll all be my original 700
i'll have secret blog for you
with the troof the other neophytes cant handle
i must quickly pull my war cabinet together
dutch peter you are minister for gruff voices n ambassador to nz
eek is minister for secret police
merrick minister of trees
ra you be merricks offsider, give him back up etc
manfred can you find neumann, hes in a leather house in cologne
where in cologne? but not wearin' cologne you could say
florian trout secure montana, the enemy is sneaky
i'm personally sending eve n aurora to the u.n.
as my reps with veto tu tus
its a done deal
im going to the top of this game
im gonna be # 1
and im gonna rule
and then
we'll do things my way
sk

tax invoice

fifteen bushells of fun @ blah blah blah
three furlongs of fury @ blah blah blah
21 moments of eternity @blah blah blah
seven and half hundredweight of wait @blah blah blah
would like to deduct all monies pertaining to pam n perry potter
due to extraordinary circumstances, mercury in retrograde etc
i hereby acknowledge the real purpose of all this is to love each other
and have good haircuts n drive a nice car
actually a good set of gulf clubs wouldnt hurt
and the gucci shoetree
and
where was i?
im waiting for a guy to interview me
but he's either late
or confused as to what time it is here..
hopefully he wont ring at 3 am
hopefully......
the pool was very turbulent today
it smelt of fish and drowned sailors
the water slapped you round
like an angry wet mother
i got seasick just tryin' to do my laps
in the sauna a russian dude
tryin to get the sauna nice n scalding
chucked half a gallon of eucalyptus spiked water
on the hot rocks
sending out a roiling wave of steam
which nigh on peeled off my beard, eyebrows n eyelases
such was its intensity
a moment later the steam hit my long sufferin' lungs
like a punch in the guts
or seeing your sweetheart in the arms of a. nother
or getting yer credit card cut in 2 in kathmandu
insert own thing here
i have spring in my stride
tho my status is stricktly autumnal
i am endeavouring to remember everything
seasons of wither, fiendss
but the golden clean air of los angeles
will no doubt rejuvynate me
i'll be young again in no time flat
i'll be the old me before i was the olde me
i'll turn back that clock as i prowl down hollywood blvde
callin' out hey la
sk is back!
cmon la
we were made for each other
you need an undieground type like me
to inject some fuckin' pizazz into yer sorry carcass
you will have access to my brain for 1 million bucks a day
(and it'll take ya years to rummage round in there)
so book me a nice hotel now
nothing fancy
you know round the 5k a nite mark
i hope theres a chauffeur at the airport
with a big sign saying nevets yeblik
with a nice peaked cap and polished buttons
and i hope in the limo
is a bottle of champers n a cigar
n a copy of the latest billboard n financial times
n we'll do dinner at some cuisine nouveau joint
that chuck a bean on yer plate
and dare ya to complain
and they said marty cant come in cos he hadda hole in his jeans
and you, l.a., said i own this fuckin' restaraunt
and then we were in a car driving between melbourne n adelaide
in 1982
on the coast road
in the forest next to the sea
richard was in the back rolling away
kangaroos hoppin' out of the darkness all the time
and it was so dark and so quiet
when we stopped
and ummagumma stopped in the cassette player
in the ford fairlane
and the prehistoric forest with all its storeys
n stories
the violent day to day life of the beasts
the unseen carnage
ants versus termites
birds versus snakes
the wind versus the soil
the night versus the day
suddenly remembered something
anyway
in the stillness of this national park forest
the last gig still ringing in my ears
having a piss in the blackness
smokin' yet another reefer
the night silenced our chatter
which was
mainly about if such n such
was so n sos best album or not
or where we were on some chart
and how bloody rude it was that we werent higher up
than that
and which op shops we were gonna hit
on the way to adder laid
in the springtime of life
sweet burred of yoof
paisley shirts?
i hadda mountain of em
who was digging all this?
someone out there i guess
theyll all come out of the wouldwork
when its time for them to come on the stage of my life
the forest drips in the night
its air is cool n sweet
i love forests fiends
i love forests
sk

hurt my eyes wide open n thats no lie

tell them nevets
tell them of your world and your time
tell them about how you got the permission
youd been seeking
tell them how you wrested your fate from the monster
tell them how you communicated
how you paid and were paid
tell them about the wee bonnie children and their song
tell them who they are in their dreams
tell them who they sometimes become at night
and then tell them of the thoughts
like
could it be possible to have system without organisation?
and how far one would have to go
and the harmonica blazing finale as you ride off into that sunset strip
oh holly wood take me to thy heart
oh im back hollywood
oh please bestow 'pon me your wondrous aura of success
oh im sorry for the things ive said
it was jus' you know, sour grapes
anyway
so what
today a rainbow appeared in the sky
for the first time i really saw the violet
nice one whoever thought of that
maybe rainbows appear by accident
like everything else
so on yadnus, nevets
you sally 4th
the promised land,olde fellow
the fabled kingdom of riches
the mansions of glory
each one with a fireproof floor
who lies behind the north wind?
tell them nevets
about the cold water
about the salty suck of the seawater in the pool
on sulking overcast mornings
the rain on the surface
the zebra patterns in the sand on the bottom
all nature has a familiar style in her flourishes n swirls
the sea , the shadows, the beasts, the trees, the clouds
sunlight falling on the pillow
the arc of a gull
the orbit of the spheres
the golden mean
the way it all sometimes appears to join up
whats going on here?
what is this all about?
go on, nevets, tell them the secret
tell them the names
the techniques
the key to the future
the improbably simple release of breath
the lovely pause of sleep
the rhythm, that there is rhythm at all
that there is anything at all
that anything is out there
or in here?
whats the difference?
whats the difference between us fiendss
whats the similarities?
evening comes down in shades of purple
the city glows off in the distance
on one side the black ocean
swallowing boats and men whole
north bondi looks a bit like hollywood
a bit i said
some palm trees
some hills with spanish-y villa type deals
some beemers n merx
some tramps
and some monkey in a suit who whizzed up the ladder
and hippies like me who dont (have to) go to work
i wish i did but now its too late
who wants a fifty one year old apprentice
i could drop dead before i learn my trade
kn prepares spring roles
bacchus is finished if ya reading this yabber
doodles appear outta the bath
two merkids with bad attitudes
in my room i have these things
a printer
a big set of pastels
a loada books
a loada cds
a loada bitsa paper
a loada art mess dust paint flakes flecks
a painting of harry houdini, my hero
a self portrait
a tucson painting by lucy culliton
whose studio i have visited
its in the blue mountains
and its this huge like loft kinda space
on the edge of a valley
and the place is full of cacti and paintings of cacti
and animals like roosters walking around
god i love to see places like this
shes knocking em out and shes just in the groove
like a songwriter who cant stop writing
she just paints n paints
presumably getting better n better
until better is such a subtle increment
hardly anyone other than you will understand
arts like that
lifes like that
loves like that
music too i guess
blogging...
what is it?
is it art?
is this the reality version of literature?
or what?
what does it matter?
what does it matter to the beasts
our intellectual thrashing?
what do the beasts think about my blogg?
ha ha
thats right
its dark where i am now
thursday what a beautiful day fiendss
full of promise but still with holding
payday too for some
heyday for others
mayday in arcadia
goodbye then
sk

and i guess i just dont know, and i guess i just dont know

confused of north bondi writes
"i dont know what to do
i bit off more than i can chew
im up to page 34 but theres still 15 more to go
if i try n answer it could be woe, woe, woe
but if i dont complete that i said i would
will i reap bad karma
instead of expected good?
some of my fiendss say do it
some of em say i blew it
some say yer nearly thru it
just like leyton hewitt
some say what bout my query
the same one i asked olde leary
venus gave me a blessing
some others say im messing
i cant bear to answer any more
just to be a bloggy whore
but i cant bear to disappoint ya
when i was a washin yer feet tryin to annoint ya
they say curiosity killed some cat
now fiendiess we donna wanna that
we all know im a mangy panther
ive got a cousin named samantha
i dont know whether to stop or continue
ive strained n sprained all my backies sinews
i wanna be a gracious host...
i mean..i fuckin' answered most
what about my baby n my doodles
what about my paintings n my tempeh noodles
what about my appointment with us consulate
iffa they donna letta me inna i'll be inconsolate
theres guys in texas already bought their tickets
(hope the lone gunman aint in the thickets)
i wanna make yall love me more
but my bloggs down the drain n my fingers sore
my eyes are swimmin
and my light is dimmin
my wife is miffed
my nose just sniffed
i cannot handle one more question
can this be my lifes great lesson
mouth dont issue checks yer ass cant cash
ego dont issue challenges that are too damn rash
if ya dont want ya life to turn to ash
jus' cos ya wanted to make a lil splash
vegan beer hoover n lady di
bonny bon n kev nejedhi
all you anons n eek n the queen
therese n rubikon n the others on this screen
i love you my fiendss
but its beyond all my means
between planets speaks for me too
when he says man this bloggys turn into a zoo
but i feel so sorry for them all unanswered
like a boil that remains unlanced
or a pimple still to be squeezed
or a bottle of vodke still to be freezed
or a tickle in proboscis still to be squeezed
or an ardent lover down on his knees
or manuka honey without all those bees
and i know i rarely say please
but will ya forgive me
will you adore me
if i cant answer all the questions
that ya sent for me
even the bloggy itself is bucklin under the weight
how did i ever get in this state
ive still got em printed
olde sk subtly hinted
maybe when things are slow
i could try n answer em then you know
but as for now
just cant be bothered
even though my bad conscience has hovered
over me for daze as i try to get em done
but
the questions are history
now
begins the FUN!!!!
se ya round
sk

free troof part 3 over n out

serious fiendss
curiosity seekers
and those who dont give a tuppenny damn
here it comes
yes its questione finale
here
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daberhasher
im afraid im never gonna be a surfer..
you cant be good at everything, ee....
sk
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ra on bee half of merrick
did i ever think it was over for the church?
yes
and many times i wished it during the darke daze of the mid n late nineties
but something, something
said you should stay together
see what happens....
so im kinda glad we did
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z the h
crystal japan is a track on (among other records) all saints
by davey bowie
the olde island
i dunno really
could be atlantis
couldve been tasmania
yes lets drink to distant times n places
when memores came true
and everythig was self fulfilling
iao iao
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rubikon
many i would like to be but.....
their lives seem attractive
i guess i wish i'd been someone who'd made a difference somehow...
other than writing poptunes...
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A flea in my year
my biggest regret is that i never learn
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a moment on my own
asks a tricky question
it is either incredibly meaningful
or just a joke...
or a little of both
thats the way my songwriting works by the way...
sorry moment,
i reckon yer kidding me
so yer gonna get the short answer
no, but we will be soon
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another other asks what do you get out of this blogg?
and what do i want from ya if anything
well
i just started this as an experiment
as a guinea pig for my bruvver ruzty
hes a podcastin professa
and a blogge bionaut
he wanted to turn me into an early blogge
superstar for the 21st century
so here i am stumbling around
this is my diary on here
its starting to dawn on me what a gig this actually is
i mean im up early slaving over a hot keypad
answering queries
hmmm...
i just wanna connexion with someone
i wanna make ya laugh and cry
and wonder why..
i dunno...get things off my chest
and from you
i expect the same i suppose
but i never talk down to ya
and i appreciate your patronage
please leave the theatre as you found it
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ruby 2sday
yes on toast
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blew bell
my spiritual home is.....
i cant get a grip on that question
im gonna ask the doodles
they said
"here"
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curiosa
gee thats a big list my friend
sun
sky
sea
family
a little music
nice food
roof over ye olde head
thatll do
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mr d
thats a big and thought provoking list too
olde fruit
and
i cant go into all that as one answer itd take a long time
but i usually like the first track on each record the best i guess
from myrrh on...
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the lovely venus has appeared with a question of love
deep love
oh venus my sister who better than you
to tell the story of love
sweet love
terrible love
love that drives men to murder
love that makes angels weep and devils giggle
profane love
secret love
forbidden love
unnatural love
strong love
shallow love
only love
deep deep love
beware of love my fiendss
beware of cupid and his tricks
illusions
idiot love
stupid cupid
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anon at 856 NO!
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jonno
ok
ultc was finished
the backing tracks on bwtb were just a'languishin' in a computer somewhere
we think
get kilbey to sing on summa the leftover trax
we got another album
so those songs never competed against the ultc songs
they were done much later
but the backing instrumental tracks were written at same time..
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matt
after a show im drained
i aint got the energy to make small talk with strangers fer hoursnhours
i ve done my gig , i jus wanna get outta there n rest
be on my own or with friends sometimes
i dont wanna go to bars
i dont wanna hear yr cd
i just wanna get calm again
it aint a fuckin picnic being on tour
you get used up real fast
and i wanna avoid being "rude"
so i just usually avoid
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LE jaw
sgt pepper
blonde on blonde
mag myst tour
white album
beard of stars
thru past darkly
revolver
turn turn turn
tommy
who sell out
no more boxes of birds
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susan whos also tantalized asks no live dvd
i dunno susan
maybe one day ....
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people
i cannae go on
looks like 2morrow is finish day for questions
im running behind
oh well
thats fucking sk for ya!

you cant handel the troof...part 2

here we go
all the way to the end........
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pharaoh
i dont have my fender six anymore (sigh)
but marty does...so i guess i can use it
the fender jazz is the rolls royce of basses
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dear darkside
i reckon all creative moods are the same
you gotta disengage the ego a little
gotta tap in to that deep thing that knows good from bad
then....
just different applications
love sk
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anon 216 meddle
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warner how are ya?
its hard to answer these very defining questions
someone will forever hold me to the one i choose here
i think priest /aura is a mastypiece
thats for sure
but sos ultc
and narcosis
and...
"sk come in, this is yr ego calling....sk?"
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abid abid.
i am attracted to melancholia
i guess an artist doesnt NEED it
but it sure helps....
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poor olde fausty
i dunno
ok
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anon 248 i dunno
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banquos ghost...thats the spirit
the weakest song is.......
ah its so weak
i cant bear to hurt its feelings anymore
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a priest, a rabbi , a yogi and a buddhist monk all walk into
bar, the bar tender to them and says....
what ll it be?
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jaime r

would love a living guru
not read vivekananda
not read ramakrishna
dont pray together
would leave to be with the lord anytime
lousiana is about lousiana
some time i was there
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captain beyond
now is right now
i dunno
yes
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malcolm
my fave books are mahabharata
gormenghast
marcel proust in remembrance
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anon 3 04
i think i may have
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anon 304 no
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stealthybue
i couldnt say for sure, ben
but i'd know it when i went in there.......
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baby
we are all brothers and sisters here
thats the truth
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anon 3 53 a combination
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freddy merc (an amalgam of personalities)
aust just seems easier than anywhere else for me
life is relaxed n pleasant here
everywhere else is just so much harder
i cant be bothered resisting my environment anymore
so i just gonna stay put n soak up the easiness
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i think best bass part was all parts on p=a
i lotta snaky bass right there
reptile too....ssssssssssssss
oh that was for dave em
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triantelope because i couldnt resist it!
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fave rock doc cocksucker blues
yes
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the sonic collab just fizzled out.......
buck,moose
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jeff i love nielsens bay
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dear pippy longspliffings
well well well
if i could answer that
marijuana is a god given herb for man to use
if ya cant handle it, leave it alone
if ya like it, dont overdo it (like me)
it is a spiritual preview channel
its also a biochemical brain avalanche
i dunno
i sure like it tho
and it never lets me down
when i need some songwritin' ooomph!
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cst coach
well ya see coach ole sk likes them easy places
not too hot
not too cold
no mountains( that i have to climb, at any rate)
no hostile savages or bandits
no warlords or suspicious chieftains to deal with
just a bit of greenery and warm weather
so my five places are
somewhere on black sea in summer
somewhere on caspian sea in summer
somewhere on adriatic sea in spring
somewhere on aegean in spring
somewhere on south seas island, anytime
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maxi asks
bwtb on us tour?
i hope so but maybe not
live concert dvd....well theres live at basement coming soon
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lily of the valley asks my fave work of art ever?
wow
thats a biggy to commit to
im unable to answer definitively i m afraid
sorry not weasling out
just dunno
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teddy blunt that venue is in minneapolis but....?
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mcd you tell me....
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sandy id tell em our music was aromatic
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anon 6 42 ok
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dear billy m
rocks willy wanka, eh?
gene wilder or johnny deppressed?
yes i could have fanship with a friend
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anon 651
sks best 10 ipod tunes
sanskrit
providence
limbo
eyes smeared with ointment of love
kuala lumpur from mimesis
my birthday, the moon festival
ramble
neverness hoax
keeper
space
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pagey
i cant remember
heres some bits i can decipher
we walk towards it fairy dust encrusted
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anon im bitter n vain but not cos i'm well read
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anon at 755
my fave paul song is......drumroll........hello goodbye
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dear kurtez
i guess so, and thats for sure
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nevets deathbed confession
for those five minutes i understood the essential incandescent love
i dug the connexion, i noted the similarities, i applauded the differences
i realised i am he as you are me and we are all together
and then....
and then beyond all that
i remember a night in a room
an emptying pokermachine palace
god what year was that 2005, summer?
i was talking to this woman with wild hair n clothes
after i'd finished this little gig with mwp
i said dijana ....
i said dijana when will i see you again ?
and she said
this woman in my vision
she said
when you die, sweet one
i will appear as the last of your earthly memories
to guide you safely to the quiet realms
where you will be refreshed
before you return again......
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dijana
after all that yr asking me about petfood???????!!!
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i couldnt handle the end
i guess its gonna be a part 3 then
tho technically some of em were outta time
oh well

the troof the hole troof n nuffink but the troof

1st of all im overwhelmed by the sheer number of questions
2nd didnt i say sometime before no anonymouses
or any other rodents
3rd of all
im sorry to let down the people that sent in very kind and explicit instruckshuns
on how to cut n paste n heave n jerk
how to copy to word etc
but unfortunately i did it the hard way
i printed em out...
42 pages worth
and im gonna answer em my way
im rather ambivalent on the anonny mouses however and but
there 4
i will only answer truly pertynant n poygnant a. questions
its a compromise.....
ok


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wow im gonna do it again
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isolde asks have i been to india
no
not as sk
it scares me
the poverty might do me in
or the bombay belly rot
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b bon asks bout my wife n blogg
shes not sure.
she dont read it religously.
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a prince (of where)
says mimesis n gig in melbourne
if its gonna bee anywhere princess
itll be in melby
thats for sure!
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puccifiche asks songs /lyrics/poems
they turn into songs when theres music involved
otherwise i guess theyre poems
not a good answer but as suggested a big topic
but they all come from same place
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chump
was it me??????!!!!
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(('{ etc asks which past life would i relive
im sorry but i dont really remember enuff to choose
its more like impressions
cant always trust impressions
(and i hope youre feeling a little better, m'dear!)
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mr derby
im gonna find slow crack n have a listen
cos i cant remember
wait there
yeah have a seat
wanna drink?
jagermeister?
its ok its herbal..
now i'll just go in there and have a look
(noise of hippy going thru record collection)
sighs
exasperated...
hmmmm
theres two legged pete(? a name) and his both ways bet stare
his house down the lane and the life he leads there
you notice hes gone( his gun?) and he jus' doesnt care
he claps his wine for a handful of juggs
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ap asks for studio set up
studio mus' contain music, incense, i sit, the door is open, no distractions(ha ha)
i must have all my paints n pastels n pencils in one big mess
so i cant move or find anything
olde pastel dust covering everything
jars with dirty paintwater
mannikin bent outta shape by doodles
books n cds everywhere
ganeshas n buddhas n vishnus etc
got the picture?
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rigid type asks what home studio
none, sadly
none
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imber
been a vegan for 4 years
i was very cruel to insects as a child
i have a lot to atone for!
(sadly)
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anonymous at 956
i met nk in lemuria in about 5,678 bc
we bumped into each other again in philly, 1998
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eldivik in genoa
i would love to stay with you in genoa
italia is an sk kind of place!
but......
i dunno......
hopefully.......
one day andreas
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g and r
which dockers?
(sounds of genuine puzzlement...?!)
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dear megan
megan the vegan?????????
i dont look at chickens and think i want their eggies in my tummy
and although if i had my own cow
which i loved and respected
and hadda relationship with
i would drink her milk...
i reckon the dairy industry is ruthless cruel inhumane
love sk
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imber again
im proud of you my friend
people dont eat MEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
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veleska from 1970 who would i be
thats so fuckin' hard to answer...
but todays answer is
bobby dylan
cos i'd have had it all
and still be alive now!!!
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the queen de knees
asks what will i miss when im dead?
reading your comments baby.....
ok
seriously folks
this is another tuff one
jesus...
(sound of ruminating hippy head)
really?
i'll miss all the knowledge i worked for and suffered to obtain
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richard
coral kingdom was delayed indefinitely cos of my drug usage
which interrupted our project
frank n i will finish it in the not too distant future
franks got some lovely tunes on there
i just gotta do my bits......
(sigh)
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curious y
when i listen to own stuff always disappointed!
so i try to avoid
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mission my fave writer changes day to day
but i wanna tell ya all about an Amazing book called winterlong
by elizabeth hand. money back guarantee youll f%^&ing love it!!!
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anon 10 27
dont wanna be remembered
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anon 10 32
relatively happy
most unhappy on the gear
happiest when im being good
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please wonder woman
cant i have the money AND the happiness
ive never tried that
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pinkgirl asks a very pertinent one
what was my lesson in this life?
my lesson was to learn how to be nice
and im still learning
doesnt come easy to me
i thought being clever meant you could be rude n nasty
it doesnt
be a human being first n foremost
love yr naybor as ya love yrself, baybee
pinkgirl, youre a beautiful creature!!!
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adrak asks ..
dont care for barnesy one little bit
ditto fartnham...
meatloaf.....what the fuck???!!!
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timmy billabong, anon at 1102
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mutant the power of ivisibility
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ra no dont feel badde, olde sonne
why dont you come back with merriques question later???
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derfnam up and moore
you know the answer
the church jam the music n i write the words
OR
i jam the music n i write the words
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anon 11 10
i miss his wicked laughter
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tommy irvin
they sound like the church w/out me as well
sometimes we cant tell or remember who played on what
or if they was playing at all
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jeannie zee
hob was excruciatingly awful for me....my drugg hell
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brien b
i like moorcock, cs lewis, tolkien, mervyn peake
but do check out winterlong
and w. gibson, neal stephenson
dick, ballard etc
you name em
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nowhere man
i reckon for a few years....i guess
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jeannie cee
5 oz bands
gersey
underground lovers
all india radio
augie march
decoder ring
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landru
music is /will always be central to my life
cant live without
love it at cellular level
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larry
2.70...........cash flow crisis
now rectified
(thank you moneygod)
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trout
id say probably never
(sadly)
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noely c
hadda black guild acc stolen in nyc
wouldnt mind just spendin' an hour alone with it again...
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dr
strangely, ive never timed myself.....!?
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krissy
it was heroes.....!?
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russell paul
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simon binet
my iq is off the graph dude
they couldnae have the instruments to correctly measure it
actually it wassa bout 129 i believe
whatever that means
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joey in chicago
i like the mushies n acid
but they dont always like me...
have to be sparing...
i reckon acid harsher than mushies...
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gavgams
i reckon we nailed block...it rocks
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dreamweaver
i cant tell
can you?
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johnny garrotte
no
they all depress me
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abtom0104
youd be lookin at about 15 to 20 k mister
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renee
i had some regressions/hypnosis
i seemed to have lived all over the place
like...a goat girl in the caucasian mountains.....!!!???
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jax
ive read perdido
a mate of mine had it and i read it as his place
read something by john crowley
anything
theyre all brilliant!
and winterlong!
sk
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padders
todays choice
and todays choice only
hmmm.
what comes to mind........
christ...........!!!!!/
in distorted haze the zebras graze
is that al right?
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anon at 12 14
im a pitta
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dear einstein
i think donnie darko is a bloody great film
i loved it
and the twillies were real proud when utmw came on
it was even better than the o.c.
i was hip for five minutes.......
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anon at 12 20
i go to bed early dude
10 oclock
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wiley ...neither...EVER!!
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couldbe anyone
encouraging daughters creative n individdy?
well
i always critize bullshit when i see it
when they got bratz
well,
there these dolls with no noses whatsoever
i keep asking doodles
wheres their blooming noses , doodles?
till they start to see
absurdity
just a little
give emm loadsa paints n paper n scissors n stuff
emphasise pleasure at artistic acheivements
talk to them about how important art n music are for us as humans
be patient
turn em on to good stuff n
tell em why ya reckon its so good
tell them what complete bullshit make up is
a conspiracy against yerselves...cos most men dinnae like it
ridicule britney et al
just so they get both sides of the story
eg
aurora screaming "this is 'opeless" in sk accent
at silly girlie vid on sat morning
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drumwill wise
more isidore eventually
1 third way there maybe...
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ceciliagin
i want something nice that i'll like
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chela chela
the biggest misconception
ooooooh thats a curly one
i guess it is
that
im any one thing
im all over the place you know
im always different
everytime!
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anon 12 39
i try and give em some idea of how i see it
then i say
i hope you never do any of the badde ones.......
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anon at 12 40
i'll come n produce for 15 - 20
plus expenses
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finn
oh dear
is this a pertinent question or what?
yes
gold afternoon fix woulda been a whole other thing if jpj
had done it
oh boy
it makes me cry jus' thinkin' about it....
does that answer ya
(but the songs were still a little under par)
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kris
1 veganism =clearer sysem = better lyricsnmusic
2martynorth
petersouth
kilbeyeast
timwest
couldnt fit seattle in...(sadly)
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trickster
pitch me yer script
ive gotta suggestion for the end of it
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alister
ive always been disappointed that mae chose to
talk out of class like that but lemme say shes no angel herself...
gavin mixed the record yes
but i produced it..
you can hear that....cant you...
some nice stuff
but mae...
wait till i write MY memoirs....
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Anon 102 maybe
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eeeeek! ....a mouse
anon 116
a dolphin
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anon at 121
i didnt much
tho i like rehoboth beach where i lived during a winter
a bit of a sad atmosphere everywhere else
not sks cuppa tea at all!!
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all i know will be played on us tour
thats for surelucky farmy boy
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anon 131 yes
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microgiant
ive read famished road given to me by my dearest friend
j cain
but not one you say
will read if i see
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shuffler
who are you?
telecaster paisley long gone
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pjc
sorry
we couldnt fit it in(sadly)
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sue darling c
1travel by thought
2yes
3oh theres no three...
huh!
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fantastic candy
unless your cd is the best thing EVER
i dont wanna hear it nor have time
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anon 1 54 never
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nice n concise both
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anon i56
i love dub!
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john said
what druid?
i want one of whatever youre on, mate...
1 the lord
2no....but i think i wouldnt mind....
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anon 2.00 any regrets
ive hadda few
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alienc
sadomasochistic sex
wasnt that mick karns third solo album?
as long as no one gets hurt....
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anon 201
got sick of myself
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fan door inn
havent listened to much classical i must admit
would love a riddle orch situation to ocurr
can you hook us up.......??
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fiends thats it for now
more troof 2 moorroh
sk
(phew!)

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error! error!
which version of adobe?
how the hellwould i know
install it pages fly up
error
install
enter login
blah blah blah
3 hours later
your humble juggernaut
has torn thru the online process
slower than a wet week
i hate redtape argy bargy malarkey
what was my mothers maiden name?
and the name of yr 1st pet?
timmy bennet actually, what do yer reckon?
whatta loada tricky questions
sks head done in
ring tp at least 10 times for help
ruined my good day fiendss
swalowed up mah yoga n nearly mah blogg
oh well
it was inevitable
computer illiterate impatient olde hippie
fills in work permit blah blah blah
on ye olde computer
sparks bound to fly thats for sure
hear olde hippie scream curses as the error finder
ruins another attempt to "continue"
DONT press continue twice
warns a disclaimer
nk presses it twice
accidentally
eventually after an hours struggle i triumphantly complete
and
print formy wormy
all nice n official lookin'
i feel a true cog in ye olde mekkanizm
i ring tp tell tell him
thats great he says
but that wasnt the right form
i fill in another form
a supplementary form
but after a struggle
the machine freezes up
great
i go one step back
and yeah yeah
i lose the whole bloody thing
i ring tp
thats sad he says
but that still wasnt the right form
finally i get the right form
im gettin' hot under the collar now
with officialdom and computers and filling in my address
i somehow make it thru to the end
hurrah
its 6 30
where did aftynoon go
damn officialdom
damn computers
damn filling in my address
im angry with myself fer being angry
and that gets me....well,
angry
its a blue loop fiendss
anger aint an energy
its a drainer of energy
damn anger then
i stride off into the winter night
to walk off excess anger
i plow down the avenues like a mangy panther
my souls curl into the pavement and force me along
down to the boardwalk in the black night ocean air
neon features in the lower reaches etc
the dark sea recedes from the sure
my ipod blasts rock music into my damaged ears
and into my angry confused mind
im overcome by doubts
im down by the ocean dressed in black cord shorts
black velvet shirt
black hemp cord jacket
explorer socks
black bonds undies
blunnie boots
two gold earrings hopelessly fused permanently
a few disgusting amalgam fillings
(mmmmm a mouthfulla mercury fiendsss!!!)
i had some receipts in my pockets
a taxi receipt with a bit torn off at the end
for a filter
a button fallen off from the jacket
a few coins
my keys
my bankcard now worth two humdred and seventy
cents
and rising
had dal for dinner with naan n rice
wrote an email to a stranger whose work i think is just excellent
i had a swim
tried to suck in some chi power
i think yoga n chi gong have a multiplication effect
just like cigarettes n booze
oh and i found some zwack unicum here too
the hungarian liquer
dont worry its herbal
i just happen to live near one of the only bottle shops that hazzit
and a real live hungarian lady gave me the tip off
yess she said
you can get that up in kemenys on bondi road
next day me n russell buy a bottle
his credit card bought it
which was very nice
but then i didnt get to keep it either
he said too bitter
it is bitter fiendss
but whatta neffect
never thought i'd be proseltysing ye olde booze
on my ye olde blogg
but yonder thou goest

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now here goes
my own rules n regulations
the only time you may ask a question is NOW
thats right
right now as a comment on THIS BLOGGE
no questions asked before or after this will be deemed admissable
nomatter how pertynent or poygnant either
one question per commentor
i will answer all
i promise
love
sk