oh im almost ashamed of myself
but i cant stop now
i have to say i have slightly adjusted my opinion of idol
first of all bobby flynn is just my cuppa tea
weirdly handsome, great hair
and you can see in his eyes this cat is gone man gone
hes a natural
hes the kinda freak they SHOULD be discovering
the wild eyed boys from free cloud
the mercurial gifted strange cats
bobby i dig ya man
i reckon ya could do pretty well without the show anyway
a zillion times better than the syrupy "boy" tripe
watch this guy
hes cool
you shoulda heard the cheer chez kilbey when bobby
got vindicated
and my stupid song got vindicated
even on this level
then surprise of surprises
a cuppla of the girls are actually good
(kilbey you olde fool this diametrically opposed to yessadays rant)
first comes on this very individual kinda girl
does this lousy song tho
and she gets outta time with the band
yep n so does everybody sooner or later
its like serving a double fault
even happens to the greats
the rodent sniffs the air and pronounces it a joke
a joke the girl numbly repeats
the rodent is unrepentent
a joke he says it again
gee how villainous
later on he comes up with such corkers as
i dont care what you think, youre an idiot
hiss hiss
what a cutting edge ubermoderne zeitgeist riding
entertainment machine, a master performer
a judge truly worthy of judgement
anyway
then comes on a very young girl
and shes simply brilliant
honestly
even to my jaded faded olde eyes
this chick got the x factor in spades
the weasely-one commands the audience
get up off yer arses
for the best thing ta ever come out of orstrayliah
so there
she was so good even he could see it
and like bobby boy
shes got her own thing goin'
very beguiling
effortlessly singing
very very goode stuff indeed
so im sittin' there thinkin'
well i was wrong about some of the contestants
but i was more than right about mr nasty
and ya gotta understand
i aint against villains in principle
ya gotta have a villain
i understand that
and simon cowell
is a nasty piece of work in full flight
but hes fucking witty
and hes got a schtick n hes gotta schpiel
and he demolishes em but good
all im sayin is
fer christ sake
in all of australia
aint we gotta better villain than that?
a good evil nastybastard...
look i aint gonna watch it again
so it dont matter to me
what the hell am i still goin' on about it for then....?
right now im listenin to pharaoh saunders
which was given to me by johnny garrett
in sin sin atty
yes johnny i did like meeting you
you are a no nonsense american guy
olde style in some strange way
a kinda ohian groucho marx or somethin
no johnny i didnt think you were whatever it was you said
and johnny
im enjoying this record very much
on a sadly negative side
may i enquire what happened to happy days by the c. wheel?
some of it sounds like bush...?!
what was dicko thinkin'
is this their mag among the spirits?
except for eat my dust
(which IS a classic)
its all kinda heavy riffy all pumped up
not really what i was wanting or expecting
like they were trying to be something they werent
record company pressure?
i mean it aint terrible....
but not up to dickos usual standard
tsk tsk!
in other bad news minna now has glandular fever
auroras asthma hovering in the background
and my room is a complete shambles n mess
gareth of notts, you handsome stud
please refrain from threatening talent show judges
on my blogge
my parole officer has told me im not allowed to associate with ya
melquiades cant ya trim yer poems down to just one per blog (max)
hello matt in nz
we're talkin to some druid in auckland re a show...
but who knows
hi to the grecian urn in melbourne
you ve been such a lovely n dedicated fan for so so long
much appreciation
hi to nickfiction
stevekoontz
all mah loverly readers
thanks for making me what i am today..
whatever the hell that is....
and channel ten
if you need an erudite urbane experienced judge
one who has actually trodden the boards
in london paris new york munich
a handsome olde devil
a twinkle in my i
a real callous judgemental nasty bastard
i might be available
but ya gotta pay me more
than hand-shandylands
have your people
call my people
and then
go tell it on the mountain
let my people go
no more idol banter
i promise
kill-bee
ps
ive just discovered petra hadens acapella who sell out
effing amazing stuff!!!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
thou shalt not have false idols
this blogge is for the dean...
ypu wanted an uninformed dullard roasted
ooh deany
i got just the turkey for you!
now no one on this blog can ever question
how much this olde hippy loves orstraylia
and i fall down and pay homage to the geniuses
n one-offs and all the other brilliant australians
the passing parade
our great painters
our great writers
our grate actahs (whoever they are)
our great musicians
(and heres a lil list in case ya forgotten)
grant mclennan, robert forster, dave mccomb
nick cave, hutch, all india radio, underground lovers
augie march, the finger, decoder ring,neil finn (well almost aust)
blah blah blah blah blah
i aint got no cultural cringe
i lived in the u.s. n i lived in europe
but i chose to come back here
an' i doo love it here
but one thing has always bothered me
about austrayliah
and that is
that the tendency to be a second rate
poor mans usa
we dont fuckin' need it
anymore than we need to be
second rate uk
australia has its own thing
it always had and it always will
why this desire to replicate american stuff
now ya may be wonderin' a'where im going with this
awkward little preamble
but this is it
(deep breath)
last nite i watched australian idol
a grim n horrible confession
to be sure
but ya see
i was curious to see how they were gonna do my song
so there we are
sittin round the idiot box
australian idol
yeah yeah
nothin new
we used to have these shows even when i wassa kid
talent shows
new faces
gong shows
but now mutated into this juggernaut
1st of all we getta recap on last show
a buncha of aussie chicks singin either
a) like they grew up in a ghetto in philly
or
b) like they grew up in a trailer park outside nashville
but whatever it is
it aint australian...thats fer fuckin sure
carbon copies of carbon copies
yeah yeah australias beyoncee from wagga wagga
yeah yeah australias dixie chick from adelaide
anyway
we have the ridiculous moment where all these
girls, bitter rivals desperately clawing their way
to the top of an illusory dungheap
and the 2 winners get announced
ah look
all the others so excited to see their rivals win
and not them
crying and covering the glorious winners in kisses
even tho theyre going straight back to wherever it was
empty handed
such false n sickening insincerity
played out by countless women in dopey miss universe pageants
since the year dot
every one of em wants to scream
what the fuck...?!
how did SHE win..?!
im a better beyoncee than HER!!!
but no
its fawning kisses and all that hysterical tripe
bah humbug!
but this is jus' the beginning
we meet the judges
now i know this much
cos i once accidentally watched american idol n swedish idol
that theres sposed to be 3 judges
the good guy
the woman whose kind to everyone
and the bad guy
the good guy turns out to be marko holdem
an ex teen crooner n distributor of roses
to the girlies in the audience
the woman turns out to be marshier hinds
an american veteran singer
been in australia forever tho
and the villain is
the superbadde guy
the one with the ascerbic wit n crushing put down
is....
drumroll
koyle handshandylands
oh koyle
watta loverly name
the feminine is koylie
so i guess yer mum was expecting a girlie
but she names ya the masculine equivalent
koyle
now our koyle
mmmm
how to describe this arch villain
think
think
rodent
a pudgy ginger rodent
turned into a man
(using the term loosely)
with a pointy ginger little hair do
full of "product"
and dressed i guess in expensive modern clothes
koyle is a shock jock talkback king here in sydney
which means hes the watered down local equivalent of some american dude
you see koyles ratlike face on all the buses round syddley
drumming up an audience for his lil radio show
and indeed thru out idol
ads would appear with our koylie dressed up
hilariously as a scotsman
a german
a frenchman (complete with beret..oh how hilarious)
doing the kind of cliched accents
which made the kids laugh back when he was in
port macquarie primary school
or wherever the fuck hes from
oh my koyle
yer a hilarious comedian
gee a beret n everything
wow
anyway
now its the boys turn
they all come on n do their thing
which is imitating the back street boys or whatever
you know
that fawning fluttery syrupy shit ya hate
in their insincere little voices
oh oh
one dude from tassie rocks out
koyle doesnt dig him tho
oh great show biz oracle that he is
so good at...
er..
hey koyle what do ya do again
can ya sing?
(nope)
can ya dance
(nope)
can ya play an instrument?
(nope)
are ya funny
(nope)
are you merely a cynical talentless butt ugly no one
who got very fuckin' lucky
on a radio show
and ya must look at yerself everymorning
in yer expensive mirror in yer expensive condo
and pinch yerself
cos ya cant believe yer good luck
that youve parlayed yer nothingness into a "career"
where you sit around in the anonymity of yer
radio show n laugh n swear
just like any other dime a dozen yobbo
you could meet in any pub on any night
man
youre not even a fuckin villain
youre not even a bad ass
youre just.....a little ginger nothin'
and in few years
youll be the kinda thing we'll all sit back n laugh at
as an example of the excess of the early 2000s
the emergence of the useless cynical talentless no one
as millionaire schlock jockey
that had his rodent like mug on a bus once
so when koylie disses the dude from tassie
mr tassies got this look like he wants to knock
koyles ratty teeth down his throat
n blow me down if i cant feel most of
australia willing him on to do it
i'd have voted for ya then pal!
anyway eventually a strange but hip young druid
sings under the friggin milky whey
a bit too jazzy n with a weird accent
but not a badde version of the olde warhorse
ooh ooh
guess what
koylie handshandylands
dont like my song
and he says it over n over
like hes got a personal axe to grind
OF COURSE YOU DONT LIKE IT YOU WANKER
COS YER A FUCKIN PHILISTINE
and that means
you dont know understand music or art or culture
and i was so happy you hated my song
cos youre anathema to me
you are my total opposite in everyway
and i would be disturbed if you cared for anything
that i had done
so there you go
not a badde version of the olde milky...
handshandylands
yer a complete failure as a villain
have me on yer show koylie
i dare ya!
lets duke this out man to rodent
anytime
anyplace
i'll fuckin have ya!
yer pathetic!
love
steve kilbey
ypu wanted an uninformed dullard roasted
ooh deany
i got just the turkey for you!
now no one on this blog can ever question
how much this olde hippy loves orstraylia
and i fall down and pay homage to the geniuses
n one-offs and all the other brilliant australians
the passing parade
our great painters
our great writers
our grate actahs (whoever they are)
our great musicians
(and heres a lil list in case ya forgotten)
grant mclennan, robert forster, dave mccomb
nick cave, hutch, all india radio, underground lovers
augie march, the finger, decoder ring,neil finn (well almost aust)
blah blah blah blah blah
i aint got no cultural cringe
i lived in the u.s. n i lived in europe
but i chose to come back here
an' i doo love it here
but one thing has always bothered me
about austrayliah
and that is
that the tendency to be a second rate
poor mans usa
we dont fuckin' need it
anymore than we need to be
second rate uk
australia has its own thing
it always had and it always will
why this desire to replicate american stuff
now ya may be wonderin' a'where im going with this
awkward little preamble
but this is it
(deep breath)
last nite i watched australian idol
a grim n horrible confession
to be sure
but ya see
i was curious to see how they were gonna do my song
so there we are
sittin round the idiot box
australian idol
yeah yeah
nothin new
we used to have these shows even when i wassa kid
talent shows
new faces
gong shows
but now mutated into this juggernaut
1st of all we getta recap on last show
a buncha of aussie chicks singin either
a) like they grew up in a ghetto in philly
or
b) like they grew up in a trailer park outside nashville
but whatever it is
it aint australian...thats fer fuckin sure
carbon copies of carbon copies
yeah yeah australias beyoncee from wagga wagga
yeah yeah australias dixie chick from adelaide
anyway
we have the ridiculous moment where all these
girls, bitter rivals desperately clawing their way
to the top of an illusory dungheap
and the 2 winners get announced
ah look
all the others so excited to see their rivals win
and not them
crying and covering the glorious winners in kisses
even tho theyre going straight back to wherever it was
empty handed
such false n sickening insincerity
played out by countless women in dopey miss universe pageants
since the year dot
every one of em wants to scream
what the fuck...?!
how did SHE win..?!
im a better beyoncee than HER!!!
but no
its fawning kisses and all that hysterical tripe
bah humbug!
but this is jus' the beginning
we meet the judges
now i know this much
cos i once accidentally watched american idol n swedish idol
that theres sposed to be 3 judges
the good guy
the woman whose kind to everyone
and the bad guy
the good guy turns out to be marko holdem
an ex teen crooner n distributor of roses
to the girlies in the audience
the woman turns out to be marshier hinds
an american veteran singer
been in australia forever tho
and the villain is
the superbadde guy
the one with the ascerbic wit n crushing put down
is....
drumroll
koyle handshandylands
oh koyle
watta loverly name
the feminine is koylie
so i guess yer mum was expecting a girlie
but she names ya the masculine equivalent
koyle
now our koyle
mmmm
how to describe this arch villain
think
think
rodent
a pudgy ginger rodent
turned into a man
(using the term loosely)
with a pointy ginger little hair do
full of "product"
and dressed i guess in expensive modern clothes
koyle is a shock jock talkback king here in sydney
which means hes the watered down local equivalent of some american dude
you see koyles ratlike face on all the buses round syddley
drumming up an audience for his lil radio show
and indeed thru out idol
ads would appear with our koylie dressed up
hilariously as a scotsman
a german
a frenchman (complete with beret..oh how hilarious)
doing the kind of cliched accents
which made the kids laugh back when he was in
port macquarie primary school
or wherever the fuck hes from
oh my koyle
yer a hilarious comedian
gee a beret n everything
wow
anyway
now its the boys turn
they all come on n do their thing
which is imitating the back street boys or whatever
you know
that fawning fluttery syrupy shit ya hate
in their insincere little voices
oh oh
one dude from tassie rocks out
koyle doesnt dig him tho
oh great show biz oracle that he is
so good at...
er..
hey koyle what do ya do again
can ya sing?
(nope)
can ya dance
(nope)
can ya play an instrument?
(nope)
are ya funny
(nope)
are you merely a cynical talentless butt ugly no one
who got very fuckin' lucky
on a radio show
and ya must look at yerself everymorning
in yer expensive mirror in yer expensive condo
and pinch yerself
cos ya cant believe yer good luck
that youve parlayed yer nothingness into a "career"
where you sit around in the anonymity of yer
radio show n laugh n swear
just like any other dime a dozen yobbo
you could meet in any pub on any night
man
youre not even a fuckin villain
youre not even a bad ass
youre just.....a little ginger nothin'
and in few years
youll be the kinda thing we'll all sit back n laugh at
as an example of the excess of the early 2000s
the emergence of the useless cynical talentless no one
as millionaire schlock jockey
that had his rodent like mug on a bus once
so when koylie disses the dude from tassie
mr tassies got this look like he wants to knock
koyles ratty teeth down his throat
n blow me down if i cant feel most of
australia willing him on to do it
i'd have voted for ya then pal!
anyway eventually a strange but hip young druid
sings under the friggin milky whey
a bit too jazzy n with a weird accent
but not a badde version of the olde warhorse
ooh ooh
guess what
koylie handshandylands
dont like my song
and he says it over n over
like hes got a personal axe to grind
OF COURSE YOU DONT LIKE IT YOU WANKER
COS YER A FUCKIN PHILISTINE
and that means
you dont know understand music or art or culture
and i was so happy you hated my song
cos youre anathema to me
you are my total opposite in everyway
and i would be disturbed if you cared for anything
that i had done
so there you go
not a badde version of the olde milky...
handshandylands
yer a complete failure as a villain
have me on yer show koylie
i dare ya!
lets duke this out man to rodent
anytime
anyplace
i'll fuckin have ya!
yer pathetic!
love
steve kilbey
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
brainhurt like a wherehouse
and im bustin' up mah brains for the words
set the scene nevets
3 52 tuesday aftahnooon
eternal
goodbye bacchus
hang on yabbers wall like a good god should
im only 29 in the chartes now
(sob)
i dont care
(panic...feeling of sliding into ooze of obscurity)
what do i nevets yeblik care for yonder blogge charte
yonder index of prestige n mettle
a gauge of popularity
a way of seeing whos who
ha!
i'll lock my self away in an eastern suburbs monastery
and type my loverly blogs for me me! ME!
and only ii! I! will get to read em
an i donna care if some goose is gonna cook
under the milky whey tonite on the telly
so donna tella me bout it now
(but you can be sure crafty ol' nevets is watchin')
television oh television
my face should be plastered all over every screen
my soft dulcid melodious voice should pump from every speaker
my blogge and only my blogge should be at # 1
bah puny earthlings
how could you understand my destiny
IS TO BE # 1 ON THE BLOGGECHARTES !!
i will never rest
i will always be plotting
ha
is it gonna take an eroticon de blogge to make the one
more rants n raves n all yer faves
georgie dubble ya money back to the wall
and i ran iran so far away.....
aurora bore all of us we say to our little a.
eve...why dontcha leave...thats our little joke round here too
the water so cold today fiendss
so cold at the edge of time
saw jonny z bassist extraordinaire at pool
plus brother john n matty c
(both lookin' fit n trim i must add)
only did 18 laps but i lied to myself
and i lied to everybody else
getting real hooked on oophoi
gettting real hooked on catherines weal too
a millioin times better for this olde space rocker
than the ye olde radiumheads
but thats jus my private opinion
between you me an the other 1100 jokers on here each day
christ i need somethin' controversial to hitch mah ratings up
i feel like the ratings are my trousers n theyre slowly falling down
(control thyselves, thouest fair maidens, the metafor is in jest)
i wanna pull my ratings UP
do you know how humiliated it is sliding down a fucking chart
with a bare arse?
or even a bare ass?
or even a bear donkey...ha ha nevets..thats pathetic
cmon people
indulge my ego
its outta control now
who cares?
its in charge and it wants one
it wants 1!
give me one
it moans
oh my muse i am besotted with the position one
sadly unattainable nevetsy my deer deer bouy
but why muse why
because nevets
because
youre
just
too
damned
goode !!!!
(lawd, ain' it the troof!!!)
do you really mean it muse?
yes darling nevets
after all whose muse am i anyway?
oh yer mine
all mine...
aint ya?
muse?
aint ya?
muse?
you aint been round rob dickos have ya?
i mean...
muse?
muse?
(sound of a disconnected phone line.....fade)
set the scene nevets
3 52 tuesday aftahnooon
eternal
goodbye bacchus
hang on yabbers wall like a good god should
im only 29 in the chartes now
(sob)
i dont care
(panic...feeling of sliding into ooze of obscurity)
what do i nevets yeblik care for yonder blogge charte
yonder index of prestige n mettle
a gauge of popularity
a way of seeing whos who
ha!
i'll lock my self away in an eastern suburbs monastery
and type my loverly blogs for me me! ME!
and only ii! I! will get to read em
an i donna care if some goose is gonna cook
under the milky whey tonite on the telly
so donna tella me bout it now
(but you can be sure crafty ol' nevets is watchin')
television oh television
my face should be plastered all over every screen
my soft dulcid melodious voice should pump from every speaker
my blogge and only my blogge should be at # 1
bah puny earthlings
how could you understand my destiny
IS TO BE # 1 ON THE BLOGGECHARTES !!
i will never rest
i will always be plotting
ha
is it gonna take an eroticon de blogge to make the one
more rants n raves n all yer faves
georgie dubble ya money back to the wall
and i ran iran so far away.....
aurora bore all of us we say to our little a.
eve...why dontcha leave...thats our little joke round here too
the water so cold today fiendss
so cold at the edge of time
saw jonny z bassist extraordinaire at pool
plus brother john n matty c
(both lookin' fit n trim i must add)
only did 18 laps but i lied to myself
and i lied to everybody else
getting real hooked on oophoi
gettting real hooked on catherines weal too
a millioin times better for this olde space rocker
than the ye olde radiumheads
but thats jus my private opinion
between you me an the other 1100 jokers on here each day
christ i need somethin' controversial to hitch mah ratings up
i feel like the ratings are my trousers n theyre slowly falling down
(control thyselves, thouest fair maidens, the metafor is in jest)
i wanna pull my ratings UP
do you know how humiliated it is sliding down a fucking chart
with a bare arse?
or even a bare ass?
or even a bear donkey...ha ha nevets..thats pathetic
cmon people
indulge my ego
its outta control now
who cares?
its in charge and it wants one
it wants 1!
give me one
it moans
oh my muse i am besotted with the position one
sadly unattainable nevetsy my deer deer bouy
but why muse why
because nevets
because
youre
just
too
damned
goode !!!!
(lawd, ain' it the troof!!!)
do you really mean it muse?
yes darling nevets
after all whose muse am i anyway?
oh yer mine
all mine...
aint ya?
muse?
aint ya?
muse?
you aint been round rob dickos have ya?
i mean...
muse?
muse?
(sound of a disconnected phone line.....fade)
Monday, August 28, 2006
intelligentleman
youve been there with me all day
as i rolled outta bed at 7 am
and i sat n meditated till the sun came up
drink goji juice
take nippers to school
walk to the pool
stop n buy a lime sports drink
buy 2 balls for 1$ gum
listening to adam n eve by cathy wheel on podman
theres the sea, slightly angry n restless
across the grass we went
the hot sauna
the cold green pool
again the sauna
a scalding shower
chi gong in the freezing wind
that was blowin' in from antarctica
pull on my clothes
ipodman reinstated
feel like a million bucks
sprint up the stairs from pool
buy a takeaway coffee for the missus
stride home listening to dickos old band
wow futureboy is a good track
good on ya dicko
a toffee nosed shoegazer
if ever there was one
(but werent they all a bit posh...them shoegazers?)
but im really enjoying it
its my fave record du jour definitely
dislodging the other one
strange parallel in a way
we were both too good to be really huge
ha ha
(but aint it the truth?)
(and who cares anyway?)
(and why everything in brackets?)
contemplated writing an erotic blog as experiment
(i have quite a way with words they say)
but eventually good sense prevailed
took aurora to dentist
tooth was singing should i stay or should i go
dentist saying could go either way my girl
have to wait n see
go to art supply shop
aurora wants something but not sure what
the whole time the dentist was working on the tooth
i was feeeling every last jab n buzz
eve n aurora baybee
what a trip
lovely doodles but growing up fast now
their faces imply the beautiful women they will become
eve swims like an otter
strange animal grace child
aurora like a palomino angel
dark skin yellow hair
today i have to interrupt class in library to get a. for dentist
the kids are all on computers
zooming thru paleofuckin'lithic landscapes
one kid yells out to me as he roars up to this towering reptile
hey you know what that is?
uh an iguanadon...i venture
nope he shakes his head
its an allosaurus
damn...i shoulda known that
i used to be a dino expert once upon a time
how i felt for the triceratops as the tyrannosaurus savaged his flanks
and how glad as it sank its horns into the rexs soft white beer belly
bugger those carnivorous bullies
take it hard you meat eating brute
hurray for the prehistoric vegetarians
do yoga on balc
cant keep my mind on god for even one second
then i see the sky
dali clouds racing on shreds of grey n blue
how can i doubt the hand of the artist conceiving this stuff
everything respiritualised
nk cooking bean ball burger things for dinna
baby crawling round demanding attention
a certain opportunity has presented itself to me
to be very showbiz
and i wonder if the new improved me
the avuncular cheerful good ole boy who got off the badde stuff
the white bearded hippy renaysonce manne
can this model successfully negotiate
the tricky paths of shonky show biz
and remain integritti intacto
or will i be dragged into its morass
???????????????????????????????????????
should i?
or shouldnt i?
nk says only you can decide
oh im quite the show biz trooper these days fiendss
you shoulda seen me treadin' them boards
in chicargy n old new york
jokes n quips
i escape from handcuffs
i do the indian rope trick
i charm the rope into the sky
i climb up
i pull up the rope
and i disappear
maybe my tanned mature good looks
will catch some powerful moguls eye
and i'll be catapulted to soap opera stardom
playing rob dickos long lost australian uncle
in the bold n the the byootifyul
ha ha
dont laugh
anything possible now
serious art critics like my paintings(!?)
ive done musical shakeyspeare
im gonna be a judge on a songwriting contest(?!)
im jamming with the crickets
im whistlin' in the fuckin' rain
whattya want from me?
i dunno
soon its dinner
yum yum
then...
the possibilities stretch out to a nice horizon
it aint all dancing on clouds man
as a swedish smack dealer once said to me
one freezin mornin in stockholm
in the darkness n snow
as we had our miserable meeting
ok
there it was
that was our day together
ha!
as i rolled outta bed at 7 am
and i sat n meditated till the sun came up
drink goji juice
take nippers to school
walk to the pool
stop n buy a lime sports drink
buy 2 balls for 1$ gum
listening to adam n eve by cathy wheel on podman
theres the sea, slightly angry n restless
across the grass we went
the hot sauna
the cold green pool
again the sauna
a scalding shower
chi gong in the freezing wind
that was blowin' in from antarctica
pull on my clothes
ipodman reinstated
feel like a million bucks
sprint up the stairs from pool
buy a takeaway coffee for the missus
stride home listening to dickos old band
wow futureboy is a good track
good on ya dicko
a toffee nosed shoegazer
if ever there was one
(but werent they all a bit posh...them shoegazers?)
but im really enjoying it
its my fave record du jour definitely
dislodging the other one
strange parallel in a way
we were both too good to be really huge
ha ha
(but aint it the truth?)
(and who cares anyway?)
(and why everything in brackets?)
contemplated writing an erotic blog as experiment
(i have quite a way with words they say)
but eventually good sense prevailed
took aurora to dentist
tooth was singing should i stay or should i go
dentist saying could go either way my girl
have to wait n see
go to art supply shop
aurora wants something but not sure what
the whole time the dentist was working on the tooth
i was feeeling every last jab n buzz
eve n aurora baybee
what a trip
lovely doodles but growing up fast now
their faces imply the beautiful women they will become
eve swims like an otter
strange animal grace child
aurora like a palomino angel
dark skin yellow hair
today i have to interrupt class in library to get a. for dentist
the kids are all on computers
zooming thru paleofuckin'lithic landscapes
one kid yells out to me as he roars up to this towering reptile
hey you know what that is?
uh an iguanadon...i venture
nope he shakes his head
its an allosaurus
damn...i shoulda known that
i used to be a dino expert once upon a time
how i felt for the triceratops as the tyrannosaurus savaged his flanks
and how glad as it sank its horns into the rexs soft white beer belly
bugger those carnivorous bullies
take it hard you meat eating brute
hurray for the prehistoric vegetarians
do yoga on balc
cant keep my mind on god for even one second
then i see the sky
dali clouds racing on shreds of grey n blue
how can i doubt the hand of the artist conceiving this stuff
everything respiritualised
nk cooking bean ball burger things for dinna
baby crawling round demanding attention
a certain opportunity has presented itself to me
to be very showbiz
and i wonder if the new improved me
the avuncular cheerful good ole boy who got off the badde stuff
the white bearded hippy renaysonce manne
can this model successfully negotiate
the tricky paths of shonky show biz
and remain integritti intacto
or will i be dragged into its morass
???????????????????????????????????????
should i?
or shouldnt i?
nk says only you can decide
oh im quite the show biz trooper these days fiendss
you shoulda seen me treadin' them boards
in chicargy n old new york
jokes n quips
i escape from handcuffs
i do the indian rope trick
i charm the rope into the sky
i climb up
i pull up the rope
and i disappear
maybe my tanned mature good looks
will catch some powerful moguls eye
and i'll be catapulted to soap opera stardom
playing rob dickos long lost australian uncle
in the bold n the the byootifyul
ha ha
dont laugh
anything possible now
serious art critics like my paintings(!?)
ive done musical shakeyspeare
im gonna be a judge on a songwriting contest(?!)
im jamming with the crickets
im whistlin' in the fuckin' rain
whattya want from me?
i dunno
soon its dinner
yum yum
then...
the possibilities stretch out to a nice horizon
it aint all dancing on clouds man
as a swedish smack dealer once said to me
one freezin mornin in stockholm
in the darkness n snow
as we had our miserable meeting
ok
there it was
that was our day together
ha!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
the usual bullshit
1.53 eternal sunday afternoon
the beginning of spring here
w/ slight aftertouch of winter
electronic space music on
pull up my blogge in the onternet
hmmm
what shall i give em today....
woke early after refreshing nights slumber
out on the balc doing chi gong at 7
took fam to ye olde caf for ye olde brekky
me n e n a had avocado n tomato bruschetta
nk has mushrooms
bb has milk
i have soy chai
and pineapple watermelon ginger juice
nk has coffees
doodles have milkshakes
we stroll in the early springsun
do some shopping
look at the people
listen to rob dickinsons fresh wine for the horses
interested to read how some thought his lyrics were "cheesey"
but im really enjoying it
also have bought n ripped all cathy wheel cds
but havent listened to much yet
except
eat my dust you insensitive f***
whatta romantic guy
lotsa songs about love love love
but so sumptuous so lush
beautifully put together
carefully conceived
yes indeed
lovely romantic stuff
if you like romantic stuff....
its a tradition
the eternally yearning male
under the window sill
promising how happy hes gonna make ya
if ya just let down yer hair rapunzel
anyway
despite all that
i am really enjoying this cd
and you aint a loyal time being fiend if ya dont
maxx out yer debit cards purchasing copies
of mr dickos cd
youll be be swimming in romance
i am re reading winterlong by elizabeth hand for 3rd time
i am being visited by my brother russell
n my neice mimi belle n nephew bubsy wubsy
mimi who has been performing has traces of stage make up around her eyes
she looks like an eleven year old debbie harry at her most beautiful
we gonna take kids for walkie to yon beach
oophoi drones n drifts
nice afternoon
so so blog
too bad
im only rating 24 now
(petulant sigh)
what does it all matter now
the beach beckons
the natives are restless
the earth revolves
dont hate yer lives
jaime r yer on the money honey
pull ripcord
disconnect
the beginning of spring here
w/ slight aftertouch of winter
electronic space music on
pull up my blogge in the onternet
hmmm
what shall i give em today....
woke early after refreshing nights slumber
out on the balc doing chi gong at 7
took fam to ye olde caf for ye olde brekky
me n e n a had avocado n tomato bruschetta
nk has mushrooms
bb has milk
i have soy chai
and pineapple watermelon ginger juice
nk has coffees
doodles have milkshakes
we stroll in the early springsun
do some shopping
look at the people
listen to rob dickinsons fresh wine for the horses
interested to read how some thought his lyrics were "cheesey"
but im really enjoying it
also have bought n ripped all cathy wheel cds
but havent listened to much yet
except
eat my dust you insensitive f***
whatta romantic guy
lotsa songs about love love love
but so sumptuous so lush
beautifully put together
carefully conceived
yes indeed
lovely romantic stuff
if you like romantic stuff....
its a tradition
the eternally yearning male
under the window sill
promising how happy hes gonna make ya
if ya just let down yer hair rapunzel
anyway
despite all that
i am really enjoying this cd
and you aint a loyal time being fiend if ya dont
maxx out yer debit cards purchasing copies
of mr dickos cd
youll be be swimming in romance
i am re reading winterlong by elizabeth hand for 3rd time
i am being visited by my brother russell
n my neice mimi belle n nephew bubsy wubsy
mimi who has been performing has traces of stage make up around her eyes
she looks like an eleven year old debbie harry at her most beautiful
we gonna take kids for walkie to yon beach
oophoi drones n drifts
nice afternoon
so so blog
too bad
im only rating 24 now
(petulant sigh)
what does it all matter now
the beach beckons
the natives are restless
the earth revolves
dont hate yer lives
jaime r yer on the money honey
pull ripcord
disconnect
Saturday, August 26, 2006
from an occult diary 2
muse, am i losing it?
theres a hand on my shoulder
faces in old photographs
the cold sea knocks the breath out of me
the sand is viscous
everything trying to suck me under
nothing suckles me anymore
i have ingested 2 grams of life
i am seeing things
flowers burst forth in bloom before my
astonished eyes
music fills me with joy
a package arrives from someone i glimpsed in a film
handed on to me now
oophoi emits from my music device
i crave to thank the man who delivered me
of this space music in san francisco
im smitten
goji juice washes away my 51 year hangover
the beautiful lord vishnu preserves and protects
the happy lord ganesha smooths our way
that someone filled with so much love
could create all this just astounds me
intelligent design...?
every tiny fucking piece of sand lovingly
dreamed up by our god
who sends us miracle upon miracle
every golden day
the sun in the sky
the moon at night
the sacred rivers
the elementals
everything has spirit
nothing which has lived will ever cease living
nothing that is dead will ever live
like a loving father,
and i realise this now...
like a loving father
wincing at the pain we must endure
no way we can understand everything now
like trying to explain the precepts of surrealism
to baby bumper
no way we can dig the whole picture from here
i am in love with everybody and all things
because they are you
always the trees
the trees withold their meanings from me
how many trees have i myself been
how many times
over n over
did my soul stagger in wood
my roots deep in earth
i groaned to move
and in secret ceremonies
i did leave my bark n branches
and i frolicked with other spirits
in the arcadian night
which was warm and dreamy
when men cut down trees
ah......
what are we doing?
how can all these trees be cut down
its like cutting off your own fingers
lord if you would fill me with magic
i could stop this
how can i love the rapers and pillagers ?
i would blast them
and become as bad as them
everything seems to have an opposite effect
you push one way
you go the other
oh the arcadian evenings
the mysteries on the tip of my tongue even now
im remembering everything now
were you ever there?
how you would love me to invoke those nights
with my words
how deep you would like to go
into the arcadian night
and the lemurian nights
the jungle all around waiting
and the nineveh nights
and the atlantean night
and all the nights
and the things that occur
in the darkness
the sweet sweet warmth of the others
the rituals, the wine
yet it eludes me
as always
clouds outside in shapes of dragons
the children have a fishtank
bananas are expensive after the cyclone
eve and aurora are becoming always more beautiful
words music pictures fill my head
the "straights" are back in my life
im a hippy
i was hooked at thirteen
i had no chance
i love long hair
i love flowers
i love pot and acid
i love peace and vegetarianism
i love nature especially the wonderful trees
i love the deep mysterious ocean
i love the wide open skies
i love space rock in all its forms
i am a spirit buried in flesh
i long for the vastness of space and eternity
its 1 15 on an eternal saturday afternoon
sydney sunk in its hedonism
its bridges
its beaches
its gangs
its ugly suburbs
its beautiful leafy esplanades
its nightlife strip clubs brothels private booths
its criminals and local colourful identities
its rocknroll stars on the dole
its geniuses driving taxis
and its idiots running the big monster companies
sydney swallow me up this afternoon
we're gonna walk down the promenade
and i need to be swallowed by you
and i want no more significance
no more extra sensory overloading stuff
i just want to walk and talk
thats all
the sky has changed
clouds appear
over and out
theres a hand on my shoulder
faces in old photographs
the cold sea knocks the breath out of me
the sand is viscous
everything trying to suck me under
nothing suckles me anymore
i have ingested 2 grams of life
i am seeing things
flowers burst forth in bloom before my
astonished eyes
music fills me with joy
a package arrives from someone i glimpsed in a film
handed on to me now
oophoi emits from my music device
i crave to thank the man who delivered me
of this space music in san francisco
im smitten
goji juice washes away my 51 year hangover
the beautiful lord vishnu preserves and protects
the happy lord ganesha smooths our way
that someone filled with so much love
could create all this just astounds me
intelligent design...?
every tiny fucking piece of sand lovingly
dreamed up by our god
who sends us miracle upon miracle
every golden day
the sun in the sky
the moon at night
the sacred rivers
the elementals
everything has spirit
nothing which has lived will ever cease living
nothing that is dead will ever live
like a loving father,
and i realise this now...
like a loving father
wincing at the pain we must endure
no way we can understand everything now
like trying to explain the precepts of surrealism
to baby bumper
no way we can dig the whole picture from here
i am in love with everybody and all things
because they are you
always the trees
the trees withold their meanings from me
how many trees have i myself been
how many times
over n over
did my soul stagger in wood
my roots deep in earth
i groaned to move
and in secret ceremonies
i did leave my bark n branches
and i frolicked with other spirits
in the arcadian night
which was warm and dreamy
when men cut down trees
ah......
what are we doing?
how can all these trees be cut down
its like cutting off your own fingers
lord if you would fill me with magic
i could stop this
how can i love the rapers and pillagers ?
i would blast them
and become as bad as them
everything seems to have an opposite effect
you push one way
you go the other
oh the arcadian evenings
the mysteries on the tip of my tongue even now
im remembering everything now
were you ever there?
how you would love me to invoke those nights
with my words
how deep you would like to go
into the arcadian night
and the lemurian nights
the jungle all around waiting
and the nineveh nights
and the atlantean night
and all the nights
and the things that occur
in the darkness
the sweet sweet warmth of the others
the rituals, the wine
yet it eludes me
as always
clouds outside in shapes of dragons
the children have a fishtank
bananas are expensive after the cyclone
eve and aurora are becoming always more beautiful
words music pictures fill my head
the "straights" are back in my life
im a hippy
i was hooked at thirteen
i had no chance
i love long hair
i love flowers
i love pot and acid
i love peace and vegetarianism
i love nature especially the wonderful trees
i love the deep mysterious ocean
i love the wide open skies
i love space rock in all its forms
i am a spirit buried in flesh
i long for the vastness of space and eternity
its 1 15 on an eternal saturday afternoon
sydney sunk in its hedonism
its bridges
its beaches
its gangs
its ugly suburbs
its beautiful leafy esplanades
its nightlife strip clubs brothels private booths
its criminals and local colourful identities
its rocknroll stars on the dole
its geniuses driving taxis
and its idiots running the big monster companies
sydney swallow me up this afternoon
we're gonna walk down the promenade
and i need to be swallowed by you
and i want no more significance
no more extra sensory overloading stuff
i just want to walk and talk
thats all
the sky has changed
clouds appear
over and out
Friday, August 25, 2006
from an occult diary
the trees are whispering to me
its sydney
its thousands of seconds
who are you?
every thing is a signal to me
what is happening to me?
into what are you transforming effortlessly?
alchemy?
have i cracked the code?
august strindberg burning his hands black
sulphur/the crucible/the retort
philosophers stoned indeed
am i crazy?
is this an onset of madness?
and why now?
the silver clouds superimposed on a peach sky
i tell you i love to be 51
subtle powers
have you any idea?
cosmic messages and wild geese chase
the patterns of the birds has a meaning
how could it not?
my kitchen darkens
my thoughts turn to god
all that love he has for us
expressed in so many ways
in the spectacular heavens
in the intricate designs of nature
for letting us live these lives
oh so many luxuries
we are living it up
purpleleaved trees buckle in the wind
you may forget something you really should remember
it seems i hear them
a child said my name in the marketplace
i found two shells in a unused drawer
music permeates my brain now
day and night
im swimming in it
i feel that fucking galaxy sliding away
like a slide sliding up the neck of a distorted reverberating guitar
i feel the moon pull my soul each night
i opened a little box and found a silver plectrum
i mentioned your name accidentally to someone
i dropped a coin in a well and i wished for......
i am navigating the networks
i am in the system now and getting stronger
i have interpenetrated certain planes
under your skin
but im out here
totally unreal
everything you have ever read here
has been fiction
any resemblance to anything else
is unlikely usually
i saw a tiny grey birdling in a tree doomed to die
i could not help it
can you feel this?
and can you feel this?
and can you feeeel this?
im everywhere baby
but so are you
there you are a point in space and time
are you beautiful?
dont make me laugh
last nite we drank riccadonna wine + extra nice things
romance
what remains of the sky is white
inside my own continuum
i experience human pleasure
the elements are defined
the opposites are reconciled
the mystery is temporarily delayed
gravity set aside
logic defied
conditions gratified
implicit in life
but always rushing into the future
and what must always await us there
im a voyager
im a traveller
im down here on the surface
im underneath all that snow
wham! a shock
a sudden departure
beware
read between the lines
i can tell you almost understand
i can feel the crooked pulse in my fingers
alpha and omega
hey up and hey down
i am what you say i am
i am so close
so close, so close
so close to breaking
into it
or out of it
can you tell if its true?
what do you know?
are you awake now?
im still here
interpreting the stars
reading the dish suds
the clock tick tick tick
never tock
a stormy night comes down
we welcome each other like brothers
i am disposed to rambling
i live and i breathe
i am here to observe
god says this is all for you
i say i will tell people
he says good
they dont seem to notice
the oceans of fish
the nights of stars
the gorgeous desert
the mysterious nordic winter
the veins in the leaf of the oak
i say how could they not see
darkness envelopes me
we lose our connection
end
its sydney
its thousands of seconds
who are you?
every thing is a signal to me
what is happening to me?
into what are you transforming effortlessly?
alchemy?
have i cracked the code?
august strindberg burning his hands black
sulphur/the crucible/the retort
philosophers stoned indeed
am i crazy?
is this an onset of madness?
and why now?
the silver clouds superimposed on a peach sky
i tell you i love to be 51
subtle powers
have you any idea?
cosmic messages and wild geese chase
the patterns of the birds has a meaning
how could it not?
my kitchen darkens
my thoughts turn to god
all that love he has for us
expressed in so many ways
in the spectacular heavens
in the intricate designs of nature
for letting us live these lives
oh so many luxuries
we are living it up
purpleleaved trees buckle in the wind
you may forget something you really should remember
it seems i hear them
a child said my name in the marketplace
i found two shells in a unused drawer
music permeates my brain now
day and night
im swimming in it
i feel that fucking galaxy sliding away
like a slide sliding up the neck of a distorted reverberating guitar
i feel the moon pull my soul each night
i opened a little box and found a silver plectrum
i mentioned your name accidentally to someone
i dropped a coin in a well and i wished for......
i am navigating the networks
i am in the system now and getting stronger
i have interpenetrated certain planes
under your skin
but im out here
totally unreal
everything you have ever read here
has been fiction
any resemblance to anything else
is unlikely usually
i saw a tiny grey birdling in a tree doomed to die
i could not help it
can you feel this?
and can you feel this?
and can you feeeel this?
im everywhere baby
but so are you
there you are a point in space and time
are you beautiful?
dont make me laugh
last nite we drank riccadonna wine + extra nice things
romance
what remains of the sky is white
inside my own continuum
i experience human pleasure
the elements are defined
the opposites are reconciled
the mystery is temporarily delayed
gravity set aside
logic defied
conditions gratified
implicit in life
but always rushing into the future
and what must always await us there
im a voyager
im a traveller
im down here on the surface
im underneath all that snow
wham! a shock
a sudden departure
beware
read between the lines
i can tell you almost understand
i can feel the crooked pulse in my fingers
alpha and omega
hey up and hey down
i am what you say i am
i am so close
so close, so close
so close to breaking
into it
or out of it
can you tell if its true?
what do you know?
are you awake now?
im still here
interpreting the stars
reading the dish suds
the clock tick tick tick
never tock
a stormy night comes down
we welcome each other like brothers
i am disposed to rambling
i live and i breathe
i am here to observe
god says this is all for you
i say i will tell people
he says good
they dont seem to notice
the oceans of fish
the nights of stars
the gorgeous desert
the mysterious nordic winter
the veins in the leaf of the oak
i say how could they not see
darkness envelopes me
we lose our connection
end
Thursday, August 24, 2006
with a sickening jump i fell thru the surface of my life
well what do you know?
no tell me what you know...
the bluesman
greyday coldfeeling
still travelling but not moving feeling
everything a little outta focus
like someone smudged my world
i gotta lotta things to think about
i started out one thing
i ended up another
26 years ago i was a malchick
demanding the spoils of this world
now im an olde hippy somehow become
a locus which disparate individuals occaisionally frequent
you think you know who i am
the more you think you know me
the less you do
its a new guy here everyday folks
ruefully surveying the wreckage
eyeing up the opportunities
making notes
comparisons
november 22 looms like a maw for ya!
my darling mother told me she read all my u.s. blogs
"first thing everymorningson" joycie says down the phone
sorry bout the swearing mum i guiltily offer
"thats allright son " she says
"i'll never change you n you'll never change me"
tell me then dear mother
why did i not inherit that cool quality of yours
of never getting all nostalgiac or schmaltzy
or emotional or all carried away with yerself
i wish i had your detachment
but maybe growin' up in the blitz can do that for ya...
ah but my dad, he was a nostalgic cat
he anticipated n felt loss
when the holiday ended
when the evening with his friends would draw to a close..
it was from my dad i got that side
and from my mum i got resilience
and a good english sense of when something
was a load of bloody old nonsense
i was telling joycie today
that more n more
i rely on my dads approach to life
particularly in dealing with strangers
he had a jokey way of putting people at ease
i remember once
in a workshop in fyshwick canberra
i was waitin for my dad to do somethin' or other
and this bloke there introduces this geezer to my dad
and my dad says oh yeah n you got a pretty wife havent ya?
and this geezer says (weirdly)
yeah n you can fuck her if ya want....
and my dad looks around slightly bemused
and says
no thanks, im not that kinda bloke
now i reckon it was the perfect rejoinder to this
aussie yobbos weird little mindgame
and he delivered it with such timing
n you know
maybe i was the only one in that room who appreciated
my dads wry humour...
but i dunno
thats how im tryin' to deal with this, dad, if you read my blog out there
and with the kids too, dad
all your olde lines
i love to say em
i love to tell em off the way you told me off
like half a joke
the way that got joycie so mad
when you were sposed to be "chastising that child, les"
anyway
thats my strategy with this fuckin world , dad
play it fer laughs like you did
all that poutin' n posin' n carryin' on
is fer turkeys
this is my real life
n my dad woulda loved to go round
n played his piano in theatres in the u.s.
and he woulda tolda loada gags as well
so ive turned into some kinda english vaudeville
down the enda the pier comic as well
im letting this thing go wherever it wants
i cant be bothered tryin to control it
if its funny so be it
if its tragic ya gonna get both barrels
if its psychedelic hold on to yer carpet
if its real its gonna be hyper real
if its bullshit ya gonna know straight away
im a handsome olde devil may care got nothing to lose
vagabond scruffy hippy trippy namedropper
oh well steve, you just wont believe me today
i aint australian
i aint english neither
im old but im not wise
but im fuckin wise to you sunshine
dont come the raw prawn on this blogg-king
im back in the low 20s on the charte
the tours over n now everything will slump
no no fiends
think of the gallons of drugs im gonna do
the songwriting contests
the solo gigs
the crunches aust electric tour
all the yoga
all the chi gong
all the arcane quotes from yer fave songs
my sublime reinterpretation of hinduism
to justify my hedonistic bohemian carryon
come on nevets pull the other one
they gonna keep coming back
its just dawnin' on ya isnt it you olde fraud
they like this stuff you write everyday
take it easy olde bean
relax
strike a pose
do a painting
pull whatever the hell that is outta yer toe
AND
FOR GODSAKE
grow up!!!!
no tell me what you know...
the bluesman
greyday coldfeeling
still travelling but not moving feeling
everything a little outta focus
like someone smudged my world
i gotta lotta things to think about
i started out one thing
i ended up another
26 years ago i was a malchick
demanding the spoils of this world
now im an olde hippy somehow become
a locus which disparate individuals occaisionally frequent
you think you know who i am
the more you think you know me
the less you do
its a new guy here everyday folks
ruefully surveying the wreckage
eyeing up the opportunities
making notes
comparisons
november 22 looms like a maw for ya!
my darling mother told me she read all my u.s. blogs
"first thing everymorningson" joycie says down the phone
sorry bout the swearing mum i guiltily offer
"thats allright son " she says
"i'll never change you n you'll never change me"
tell me then dear mother
why did i not inherit that cool quality of yours
of never getting all nostalgiac or schmaltzy
or emotional or all carried away with yerself
i wish i had your detachment
but maybe growin' up in the blitz can do that for ya...
ah but my dad, he was a nostalgic cat
he anticipated n felt loss
when the holiday ended
when the evening with his friends would draw to a close..
it was from my dad i got that side
and from my mum i got resilience
and a good english sense of when something
was a load of bloody old nonsense
i was telling joycie today
that more n more
i rely on my dads approach to life
particularly in dealing with strangers
he had a jokey way of putting people at ease
i remember once
in a workshop in fyshwick canberra
i was waitin for my dad to do somethin' or other
and this bloke there introduces this geezer to my dad
and my dad says oh yeah n you got a pretty wife havent ya?
and this geezer says (weirdly)
yeah n you can fuck her if ya want....
and my dad looks around slightly bemused
and says
no thanks, im not that kinda bloke
now i reckon it was the perfect rejoinder to this
aussie yobbos weird little mindgame
and he delivered it with such timing
n you know
maybe i was the only one in that room who appreciated
my dads wry humour...
but i dunno
thats how im tryin' to deal with this, dad, if you read my blog out there
and with the kids too, dad
all your olde lines
i love to say em
i love to tell em off the way you told me off
like half a joke
the way that got joycie so mad
when you were sposed to be "chastising that child, les"
anyway
thats my strategy with this fuckin world , dad
play it fer laughs like you did
all that poutin' n posin' n carryin' on
is fer turkeys
this is my real life
n my dad woulda loved to go round
n played his piano in theatres in the u.s.
and he woulda tolda loada gags as well
so ive turned into some kinda english vaudeville
down the enda the pier comic as well
im letting this thing go wherever it wants
i cant be bothered tryin to control it
if its funny so be it
if its tragic ya gonna get both barrels
if its psychedelic hold on to yer carpet
if its real its gonna be hyper real
if its bullshit ya gonna know straight away
im a handsome olde devil may care got nothing to lose
vagabond scruffy hippy trippy namedropper
oh well steve, you just wont believe me today
i aint australian
i aint english neither
im old but im not wise
but im fuckin wise to you sunshine
dont come the raw prawn on this blogg-king
im back in the low 20s on the charte
the tours over n now everything will slump
no no fiends
think of the gallons of drugs im gonna do
the songwriting contests
the solo gigs
the crunches aust electric tour
all the yoga
all the chi gong
all the arcane quotes from yer fave songs
my sublime reinterpretation of hinduism
to justify my hedonistic bohemian carryon
come on nevets pull the other one
they gonna keep coming back
its just dawnin' on ya isnt it you olde fraud
they like this stuff you write everyday
take it easy olde bean
relax
strike a pose
do a painting
pull whatever the hell that is outta yer toe
AND
FOR GODSAKE
grow up!!!!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
all come to look for america
we came
we saw
we got conquered
we drove
for miles n miles
santa barbara
upperclass hippy town
bouncer got me stoned
totally unlike whatever else was to come
la
disappointing
on all levels
but whaddya expect
(im more of an east coast intellectual, mahself)
san diego
ah these surfin cats knew how to rock
the first really good gig
god gave rocknroll to us
anaheim grove
lovely venue if only more bums on seats
good audience too
tempe
a surprise
a great crowd
loadsa love
thank you arizona
tucson
a smaller tempe
houston
weird rainy strange good
austin
ah the lovely crowd there
dallas
great night
n.o.
good night
all of florida pretty good
except jacksonhole which was pox
then myrtle
sorry bout problems
then atlanta
probably the best
norfolk n falls church
cant remember difference now
but ya were both real kind to us
new york
classic thank ye
sellersville
very tasty
detroit
the most rocknroll
indiana
thank you
we tried n so did you
ohio
much better this time
chicago
sks apex of show bizz
milwaukee
as good as it coulda been
sf
sorry i ran out of steam
but it was still alright....or what?
thats it
did i leave anywhere out
im home now
im at my kitch table
im about to do yoga on the balcony
the suns shining gently
its about 72 degrees
nk found some jazz for me while i was away
baby bumper was sayin dad dad dad in no time
doodles taller older wiser
we missed you round here dad they say
im listnin to air
my back aches a little from flight
got that weird jet lag feeling
havent sorted toes out yet either>......!
gonna pick doodles up n have a swim in pacific with em
its a dream life
but the weirdness of it
sometimes
drives me outta my fucking mind!
signed
the crazyman
we saw
we got conquered
we drove
for miles n miles
santa barbara
upperclass hippy town
bouncer got me stoned
totally unlike whatever else was to come
la
disappointing
on all levels
but whaddya expect
(im more of an east coast intellectual, mahself)
san diego
ah these surfin cats knew how to rock
the first really good gig
god gave rocknroll to us
anaheim grove
lovely venue if only more bums on seats
good audience too
tempe
a surprise
a great crowd
loadsa love
thank you arizona
tucson
a smaller tempe
houston
weird rainy strange good
austin
ah the lovely crowd there
dallas
great night
n.o.
good night
all of florida pretty good
except jacksonhole which was pox
then myrtle
sorry bout problems
then atlanta
probably the best
norfolk n falls church
cant remember difference now
but ya were both real kind to us
new york
classic thank ye
sellersville
very tasty
detroit
the most rocknroll
indiana
thank you
we tried n so did you
ohio
much better this time
chicago
sks apex of show bizz
milwaukee
as good as it coulda been
sf
sorry i ran out of steam
but it was still alright....or what?
thats it
did i leave anywhere out
im home now
im at my kitch table
im about to do yoga on the balcony
the suns shining gently
its about 72 degrees
nk found some jazz for me while i was away
baby bumper was sayin dad dad dad in no time
doodles taller older wiser
we missed you round here dad they say
im listnin to air
my back aches a little from flight
got that weird jet lag feeling
havent sorted toes out yet either>......!
gonna pick doodles up n have a swim in pacific with em
its a dream life
but the weirdness of it
sometimes
drives me outta my fucking mind!
signed
the crazyman
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
a bit of a mess,sire
deep dark dream
nevets come to surface quickly now
rise up through those layers of you
oh dear muse such a sad dream
that it'd all come to the end
i was alone
comradeless
i 'd been all these different places
seen the cities ripped backsides
i stood in front of hundredsa people
and i sang and i played
and then we drove
and we drove
and we drove
on crystal clear mornings
n foggy dawns
thru crumbling towers
mountains of stone
vast savannahs
oh those beautiful forests
oh those mysterious bayous
the heat in the south
i loved it
and now its all over
in 2 days i'll be skippin' down the street w/ mah doodles
on the way to school
this life
n all its noise n rush n excitement n anxiety
will seem as a dream to me now
oh nevets what a lovely hotel you find yourself in
yes muse
a gorgeous sentient tree stretched its hands towards
my first floor balcony
my room is bright colours
with great artwork upon the wall
cut up collages of masters
ruthlessly superimposed on top of each other
my curtains slide all the way back revealing
an amazing japanese-y garden
a swimming pool with the #s 69 painted on over n over
there are stunning mexican god statues
in mindbending tiny tiles
reptiles n buddhas
a carefully tended oasis
i sit at my desk in my lovely room
my last hotel room/womb for this tour
mimesis 2 the instrumental mixes
fill the air with soft muted melancholia
the nite before last we slept in the club
thanks to ed who let us sleep on his floor
shank hall millwalkee
ha it seems like a dream i had a million years ago
life speeds up
it goes by like blurr
the five week tour
all those miles
the conversations
the pitstops
the huge roadside malls
full of starbux, bugger king, kfcu,waffel house, maccas
the guys drivin winnebagos
where are all the stage techs n bartenders
my time has been sucked into the vortex of past
beware fiendss
time is moving faster these days
you all knew it yer heart of hearts tho, i guess
my dream is over
i can try to clutch at it
but its gone
as if it never happened
now i face a long flight back to australia
where things are easy goin'
thats true
but we dont get audiences like we do in
atlantadetroitsanfranchicagonewyork
and thats just a fact
these places ....
they give us back what we need
that final ingredient for transcendence
the audiences willingness
and will
to make it happen
yes i love sydney n melb n brizzy audiences
and im lookin' forward to or tour there
but the audiences in america
they deeply understand
they connect
they need
and if they get it
their reciprocated joy
enables musicians to take flight
i'm gonna miss that
its only in the states
cos the states invented show biz folks
yep
all the cliches
all the yardsticks
and before ya say anything else
let me just add that 95 per cent of the venues
we played at on this tour were IMPECCABLE!
beautiful theatres
groovy h.o.b.s
c'mon
i feel fucking priveleged to have played there
at this stage of the game
cos we're running on sheeer integrity only
and oh i wanna come and play again
cos despite the political stuff
and what say do we poor ordinary people have in that?
yanks?
pommies?
aussies?
cool euro trash?
none of us got much say in the way this poor olde world
is being right royally rogered
so....
this is it
the american people
you know
the ones i met at the gigs
n the people who took the money at the petrol stations
n the strangers who gave me directions when i was lost
n the hotel staff who gave me my magnetic strip kee kards
n the wonderful darling audiences who came n clapped n cheered
i love you
i really do
you fill me with purposes to live
your presence at our shows was magical
i feel honoured to have played before such people as you were
in every city
wonderful committed people
warm hearted modest hard workin'
i met professors, i met heirs, i met carpenters, i met nurses
i met bell man, i met maids, i met people
who didnt seem to know what they were doing
i met people from these comments on here
you know who you are
sorry if i didnae mention ya all
now youve seen me close up
can ya see the real me....canya? canya?
nope you didnt
you saw someone in extraordinary circumstances
that guy wasnt me
im always back home in bondi
on my balcony doing yoga
i can hear evie n aurora talkin n laughin
in their bedroom
nks in the kitchen w/powderfinger or tori amos pumping
baby bumper mobile n dangerous
spring is coming to my adopted home
spring in bondi
oh the cafes
of the night life
oh the romance
oh the blossoming forth of a thousand fragrances n colours
the sea still cold....just how this old beach comber likes it
maybe i made anuff money from this tour
to comb that beach a little
to hang in the sauna n look out over the pacific ocean
to do my laps n see the swimmin' regs down there everyday
this extreme chapter has almost closed
san francisco last night wassa dream
but i was too tired to knock it over the top
too much jazz!!!!!!!!!!!!
was inundated from the moment i arrived
i wassa smokin spliffs joints reefers pipes with kush
molecular redistributors hurling thc molecules
at yer fucking receptors like nobodies biz
i was tired
i was sad
i was emotional
it was the last show
n i was underwhelmed by myself
just like i guess when the day comes
that we really do our last ever show anywhere
itll be an empty feeling like this
a void
ah good
my olde mate rikki from the bjm rings to says hes comin over
n another friend waldo n his daughter
i gotta day in san fran to maybe buy some pressies
im afraid someones gonna leave before i can say goodbye
robby dicko....what can i say to that guy
what a pleasure
a real gentleman
a classic bona fide olde time film star type
long may you rock olde fruit
and so thats it really isnt it?
you may see me wandrin round san fran today
with presents for silly doodlegirls with wonky teeth
or ya may see me in aveggie restaurant
cryin crocodile tears into mah vegan burrito
or ya may see me smokin the rest of my sf jazz stash
(special thanks to lovely lady with red hair
n altoids tin containing 6 or 7 pre-made numbers
of v. high quality
WOW!)
we did a bit of clowning around at a shriek thing
we walked all the way there thru some bad bits of town
shame on the govts for letting san fran get like that
dirty shabby pissy grotty n nasty
the us aint gotta nuff dough to fix this mess up?
dont make me laugh
n yeah
im naive
i guess im not smart enuff to unnerstand
how a country can let its poor bits get so so so fuckin' rundown
n if ya dont believe me
then drive into chicago the back way
cos theres concentric rings of poverty
holdin' up the pretty bits in the middle
i just seen the tip of the iceberg
but as an australian...
and as a human
i was/am shocked at this tragic joke
the needless poverty
the need for socialism
the need to care for the down n outs
people, its no fun having money
when ya trippin' over the corpses of the destitute
cmon america
take care of yer own
give em some fuckin hope
oh you cold hearted wretches who have wrought this misery
of poverty
i seen stuff thatd make ya weep
america
how can i sum ya up
i love ya so much
i m scared of ya so much
ya so misunderstood
but youre a fuckin goose too sometimes
get with it
everybody
we gotta do the whole thing
we gotta go the whole way
no wars nowhere for no reason
no poverty, we wont stand for it
vegetarianism, no more slaughter of anything
decriiminalise the dope you morons
let school reflect the aspirartions of art n humanity
not sausage machines churning out yes men
switch off the telly you lazy dolt
exercise
breathe
see the beauty of this amazing n terrible land
pray to god for sweet mercy
hang up that mobile phone...dyer really need it?
love
love
love
give it a shot
its the easiest n the hardest thing
think of me tonite
on that miserable jet flyin back home
to nk n mah other darlins
bye the u.s.
see ya round
sk san francisco 12 17
overcast n cool
nevets come to surface quickly now
rise up through those layers of you
oh dear muse such a sad dream
that it'd all come to the end
i was alone
comradeless
i 'd been all these different places
seen the cities ripped backsides
i stood in front of hundredsa people
and i sang and i played
and then we drove
and we drove
and we drove
on crystal clear mornings
n foggy dawns
thru crumbling towers
mountains of stone
vast savannahs
oh those beautiful forests
oh those mysterious bayous
the heat in the south
i loved it
and now its all over
in 2 days i'll be skippin' down the street w/ mah doodles
on the way to school
this life
n all its noise n rush n excitement n anxiety
will seem as a dream to me now
oh nevets what a lovely hotel you find yourself in
yes muse
a gorgeous sentient tree stretched its hands towards
my first floor balcony
my room is bright colours
with great artwork upon the wall
cut up collages of masters
ruthlessly superimposed on top of each other
my curtains slide all the way back revealing
an amazing japanese-y garden
a swimming pool with the #s 69 painted on over n over
there are stunning mexican god statues
in mindbending tiny tiles
reptiles n buddhas
a carefully tended oasis
i sit at my desk in my lovely room
my last hotel room/womb for this tour
mimesis 2 the instrumental mixes
fill the air with soft muted melancholia
the nite before last we slept in the club
thanks to ed who let us sleep on his floor
shank hall millwalkee
ha it seems like a dream i had a million years ago
life speeds up
it goes by like blurr
the five week tour
all those miles
the conversations
the pitstops
the huge roadside malls
full of starbux, bugger king, kfcu,waffel house, maccas
the guys drivin winnebagos
where are all the stage techs n bartenders
my time has been sucked into the vortex of past
beware fiendss
time is moving faster these days
you all knew it yer heart of hearts tho, i guess
my dream is over
i can try to clutch at it
but its gone
as if it never happened
now i face a long flight back to australia
where things are easy goin'
thats true
but we dont get audiences like we do in
atlantadetroitsanfranchicagonewyork
and thats just a fact
these places ....
they give us back what we need
that final ingredient for transcendence
the audiences willingness
and will
to make it happen
yes i love sydney n melb n brizzy audiences
and im lookin' forward to or tour there
but the audiences in america
they deeply understand
they connect
they need
and if they get it
their reciprocated joy
enables musicians to take flight
i'm gonna miss that
its only in the states
cos the states invented show biz folks
yep
all the cliches
all the yardsticks
and before ya say anything else
let me just add that 95 per cent of the venues
we played at on this tour were IMPECCABLE!
beautiful theatres
groovy h.o.b.s
c'mon
i feel fucking priveleged to have played there
at this stage of the game
cos we're running on sheeer integrity only
and oh i wanna come and play again
cos despite the political stuff
and what say do we poor ordinary people have in that?
yanks?
pommies?
aussies?
cool euro trash?
none of us got much say in the way this poor olde world
is being right royally rogered
so....
this is it
the american people
you know
the ones i met at the gigs
n the people who took the money at the petrol stations
n the strangers who gave me directions when i was lost
n the hotel staff who gave me my magnetic strip kee kards
n the wonderful darling audiences who came n clapped n cheered
i love you
i really do
you fill me with purposes to live
your presence at our shows was magical
i feel honoured to have played before such people as you were
in every city
wonderful committed people
warm hearted modest hard workin'
i met professors, i met heirs, i met carpenters, i met nurses
i met bell man, i met maids, i met people
who didnt seem to know what they were doing
i met people from these comments on here
you know who you are
sorry if i didnae mention ya all
now youve seen me close up
can ya see the real me....canya? canya?
nope you didnt
you saw someone in extraordinary circumstances
that guy wasnt me
im always back home in bondi
on my balcony doing yoga
i can hear evie n aurora talkin n laughin
in their bedroom
nks in the kitchen w/powderfinger or tori amos pumping
baby bumper mobile n dangerous
spring is coming to my adopted home
spring in bondi
oh the cafes
of the night life
oh the romance
oh the blossoming forth of a thousand fragrances n colours
the sea still cold....just how this old beach comber likes it
maybe i made anuff money from this tour
to comb that beach a little
to hang in the sauna n look out over the pacific ocean
to do my laps n see the swimmin' regs down there everyday
this extreme chapter has almost closed
san francisco last night wassa dream
but i was too tired to knock it over the top
too much jazz!!!!!!!!!!!!
was inundated from the moment i arrived
i wassa smokin spliffs joints reefers pipes with kush
molecular redistributors hurling thc molecules
at yer fucking receptors like nobodies biz
i was tired
i was sad
i was emotional
it was the last show
n i was underwhelmed by myself
just like i guess when the day comes
that we really do our last ever show anywhere
itll be an empty feeling like this
a void
ah good
my olde mate rikki from the bjm rings to says hes comin over
n another friend waldo n his daughter
i gotta day in san fran to maybe buy some pressies
im afraid someones gonna leave before i can say goodbye
robby dicko....what can i say to that guy
what a pleasure
a real gentleman
a classic bona fide olde time film star type
long may you rock olde fruit
and so thats it really isnt it?
you may see me wandrin round san fran today
with presents for silly doodlegirls with wonky teeth
or ya may see me in aveggie restaurant
cryin crocodile tears into mah vegan burrito
or ya may see me smokin the rest of my sf jazz stash
(special thanks to lovely lady with red hair
n altoids tin containing 6 or 7 pre-made numbers
of v. high quality
WOW!)
we did a bit of clowning around at a shriek thing
we walked all the way there thru some bad bits of town
shame on the govts for letting san fran get like that
dirty shabby pissy grotty n nasty
the us aint gotta nuff dough to fix this mess up?
dont make me laugh
n yeah
im naive
i guess im not smart enuff to unnerstand
how a country can let its poor bits get so so so fuckin' rundown
n if ya dont believe me
then drive into chicago the back way
cos theres concentric rings of poverty
holdin' up the pretty bits in the middle
i just seen the tip of the iceberg
but as an australian...
and as a human
i was/am shocked at this tragic joke
the needless poverty
the need for socialism
the need to care for the down n outs
people, its no fun having money
when ya trippin' over the corpses of the destitute
cmon america
take care of yer own
give em some fuckin hope
oh you cold hearted wretches who have wrought this misery
of poverty
i seen stuff thatd make ya weep
america
how can i sum ya up
i love ya so much
i m scared of ya so much
ya so misunderstood
but youre a fuckin goose too sometimes
get with it
everybody
we gotta do the whole thing
we gotta go the whole way
no wars nowhere for no reason
no poverty, we wont stand for it
vegetarianism, no more slaughter of anything
decriiminalise the dope you morons
let school reflect the aspirartions of art n humanity
not sausage machines churning out yes men
switch off the telly you lazy dolt
exercise
breathe
see the beauty of this amazing n terrible land
pray to god for sweet mercy
hang up that mobile phone...dyer really need it?
love
love
love
give it a shot
its the easiest n the hardest thing
think of me tonite
on that miserable jet flyin back home
to nk n mah other darlins
bye the u.s.
see ya round
sk san francisco 12 17
overcast n cool
Sunday, August 20, 2006
a midwestern prayer
vishnu the preserver
iesus christos
krishna the avatar
and then next
buddha
and all prophets n seers n sages
n angels of the ages
bless this holy earth
the dreamy misty lakes
the green pointillistic trees a'swayin
the kind hearted people
the chemical factory guys who start work at 5 am
the broken down suburbs on the way in
the audiences in the darkness
the cops n the villains
the schoolhood buddies who got high together
the endless rivers of traffic
the gifts we receive
the girls with busted noses n single dads
the truckers swaying thru the night
the warm night
endless rolling undulating
the traintracks
the wire fences
the guys who got married too young
the history
the maverick quality
bless everyone
whoever you are out there
you always have answered my prayers
let these people get a little abundance
send their dreams to em with bells on
let everyone be a rockstar for 15 minuets
be fruitful
increase
gauge the truth
one sparrow worth more
than all them silver machines buzzin' chicago today
i got glass in my big toe
my little toe is sliced open on a bed leg
no hotel tonite
milwaukee all accom sold out
deliver us from evil
send me home
aum
iesus christos
krishna the avatar
and then next
buddha
and all prophets n seers n sages
n angels of the ages
bless this holy earth
the dreamy misty lakes
the green pointillistic trees a'swayin
the kind hearted people
the chemical factory guys who start work at 5 am
the broken down suburbs on the way in
the audiences in the darkness
the cops n the villains
the schoolhood buddies who got high together
the endless rivers of traffic
the gifts we receive
the girls with busted noses n single dads
the truckers swaying thru the night
the warm night
endless rolling undulating
the traintracks
the wire fences
the guys who got married too young
the history
the maverick quality
bless everyone
whoever you are out there
you always have answered my prayers
let these people get a little abundance
send their dreams to em with bells on
let everyone be a rockstar for 15 minuets
be fruitful
increase
gauge the truth
one sparrow worth more
than all them silver machines buzzin' chicago today
i got glass in my big toe
my little toe is sliced open on a bed leg
no hotel tonite
milwaukee all accom sold out
deliver us from evil
send me home
aum
Saturday, August 19, 2006
melancholy blog
im sittin' on the tenth floor of a chicago hotel
the gigs over ages ago
the applause dies down n fades
the people drift away
its raining
the hotel is quite horrible n sleazy
cars beep n bonk in the street
i feel sick
i feel empty
jus' nothin'
i look in the mirror
a freckly familiar face
thin damp hair stickin' out
those piercing eyes im so tired of lookin' back at me
darling muse where are you now?
im alwayshere steven at your fingertips
muse why do i feel like this
steven, you drank a loada booze
you ate no dinner
you did no yoga
you drove 7 hours
you ran around for 2 hours in the hotspotlite
carrying a heavy plank o' wood
you screamed out ya songs
you got hot n sweaty n giddy n silly
muse i feel a bit awkward now
muse i feel like i want my payoff
i want more than this orrible rheum
n this ringin' ears
n this sore throat
n this lonesome fuckin' feelin'
yeah yeah
ok i know im going home on monday
but right now
but right now
all i have muse is you
and youre just no one n nobody either
the rain streaks the dirty window
chicago street lights blur n distort
a fog comes down (over the marine city)
almost 3 in the morning
ha!
big song n dance man
a regular entertainer
w/ show biz in yer blood
rockn roll
so deep inna night it leaves ya stranded high n dry
i feel mortal
i feel olde
i feel vulnerable
dont rush to reassure me
in fact i forbid it
let me hurt n just read it
no advice please
itll be too late by then
if yer really my friends
then lemme cry on yer shoulders
but dont say nothin'
this is the empty side of showbiz
that you gonna get to see
the hollow parts
the bit that accounts fer all that drinkin' n druggin'
n the crack ups n the suicides n the late nite swims in rivers
miles from home
lonely
tired but not sleepy
hungry but no appetite
disappointed with some intangible....
drums still bang bang bang in me head
noises of fighting and/or fucking coming from other rooms
you think i got it made?
wheres the glamour, baby....
and yet
its damn well under my skin
n just like a drug im hooked on it
and i wanna travel n play
and be a teenager till im fuckin' sixty
grandad rock!
or what else muse
what else is there to do
get on the pension
be a postman
(i wouldnt mind that actually
put all the mail in the wrong boxes
shake it up a little)
anyway
i think i feel sweet brother sleep approaching
waltzing thru the chicago sky
n into my room
the traffic has almost died away
the occaisional cab hissing thru the puddles
everyone else is at a bar
bars dont work for me
poisonous noisy fuckin' establishments
chattin' up some boiler
or some turkey screamin in yer ear bout the footy
but good luck to em
jus' what they all need
more booze
for their blues
n all the things
which turned us
in to
what we are
the gigs over ages ago
the applause dies down n fades
the people drift away
its raining
the hotel is quite horrible n sleazy
cars beep n bonk in the street
i feel sick
i feel empty
jus' nothin'
i look in the mirror
a freckly familiar face
thin damp hair stickin' out
those piercing eyes im so tired of lookin' back at me
darling muse where are you now?
im alwayshere steven at your fingertips
muse why do i feel like this
steven, you drank a loada booze
you ate no dinner
you did no yoga
you drove 7 hours
you ran around for 2 hours in the hotspotlite
carrying a heavy plank o' wood
you screamed out ya songs
you got hot n sweaty n giddy n silly
muse i feel a bit awkward now
muse i feel like i want my payoff
i want more than this orrible rheum
n this ringin' ears
n this sore throat
n this lonesome fuckin' feelin'
yeah yeah
ok i know im going home on monday
but right now
but right now
all i have muse is you
and youre just no one n nobody either
the rain streaks the dirty window
chicago street lights blur n distort
a fog comes down (over the marine city)
almost 3 in the morning
ha!
big song n dance man
a regular entertainer
w/ show biz in yer blood
rockn roll
so deep inna night it leaves ya stranded high n dry
i feel mortal
i feel olde
i feel vulnerable
dont rush to reassure me
in fact i forbid it
let me hurt n just read it
no advice please
itll be too late by then
if yer really my friends
then lemme cry on yer shoulders
but dont say nothin'
this is the empty side of showbiz
that you gonna get to see
the hollow parts
the bit that accounts fer all that drinkin' n druggin'
n the crack ups n the suicides n the late nite swims in rivers
miles from home
lonely
tired but not sleepy
hungry but no appetite
disappointed with some intangible....
drums still bang bang bang in me head
noises of fighting and/or fucking coming from other rooms
you think i got it made?
wheres the glamour, baby....
and yet
its damn well under my skin
n just like a drug im hooked on it
and i wanna travel n play
and be a teenager till im fuckin' sixty
grandad rock!
or what else muse
what else is there to do
get on the pension
be a postman
(i wouldnt mind that actually
put all the mail in the wrong boxes
shake it up a little)
anyway
i think i feel sweet brother sleep approaching
waltzing thru the chicago sky
n into my room
the traffic has almost died away
the occaisional cab hissing thru the puddles
everyone else is at a bar
bars dont work for me
poisonous noisy fuckin' establishments
chattin' up some boiler
or some turkey screamin in yer ear bout the footy
but good luck to em
jus' what they all need
more booze
for their blues
n all the things
which turned us
in to
what we are
Friday, August 18, 2006
assailant identified as my self
who did this?
you did
why?
i dunno
ok then
cleveland ohio
the home of rock
last nite in cincin ok
nice crowd
nice theatre
it was pretty good i guess
lovely dressing rooms
we go back to hotel after
up to roof garden
under the big red vernon manor sign
lookin' out over the misty city in the weee small hours
have a smoke n a laugh
this morning we drive to cleveland
i arrive n do an interview
with 2 very cool guys in a religious bookshop
i drink iced peach tea
they ask about grant
bingo
the tears fill up mah eyes
still gets me sometimes
we talk about my favourite songs
jeff buckleys been on my mind a lot lately
forget her from grace #2
alternative take of dream brother
kanga roo
i stand out front of gig
meet some people
sign some stuff
someone gives me some jazz
(thanks nick!)
i i get to hug some people n get mah picture taken
hey honey i gotta picture with steve fuckin kilbey!
yeah but whos that olde hippy in the white shorts...?
oh...that is...steve...kilbey...
cleveland seems a little down on its luck as usual
all of ohio seems a little in disrepair
but not in a bad way
in an interesting way
gothic pointy roofs
weeds n trees
strange attic windows
the area here is kinda nasty
where the beachland ballroom is..
hey where the hell is the beach?
still all the people i meet are very nice
what would i know about cleveland?
i just got here
i have black beans n rice for din dins
people send vegan cookies grape juice, muffins etc
thank you
im sitting here under the gig rite now
rob dickos playin upstairs
pete n i do an interview with a lady
who doesnt seem to know anything about us
we walk into an underground shop(?) here
n a very tweaked lady walks up n says
i got under the milky way on my mind day n nite....
and then she says
who are you?
yeah whatever lady
have another margarita sweetie
the dressing room is long dark n hot
a loada fans hum n whirr warm air around
old bits of machines
busted up sofas
a room ful of gas canisters
im eating grapes
im drinkin pineapple juice
im smokin ohios finest
im waitin' to go on
i should do yoga
i should unwind
i should empty my mind n forget myself
i think of jeff buckleys lyrics
dont fool yerself
she was heartache from the moment that you met her
yer hearts cold n still as ya try to find the will
to forget her somehow..
i think ive forgotten her now
oh jeff yer voice is such sweet sadness
i went down n hadda look at the mississippee river in n.o.
why jeff oh why didja go swimmin' in there?
i wish ya hadna done it man
anyway
thats a mediocre lil blogg for ya
till somethin' profound
comes around
and hey gareth of notts
youre a handsome bugger!
sk
you did
why?
i dunno
ok then
cleveland ohio
the home of rock
last nite in cincin ok
nice crowd
nice theatre
it was pretty good i guess
lovely dressing rooms
we go back to hotel after
up to roof garden
under the big red vernon manor sign
lookin' out over the misty city in the weee small hours
have a smoke n a laugh
this morning we drive to cleveland
i arrive n do an interview
with 2 very cool guys in a religious bookshop
i drink iced peach tea
they ask about grant
bingo
the tears fill up mah eyes
still gets me sometimes
we talk about my favourite songs
jeff buckleys been on my mind a lot lately
forget her from grace #2
alternative take of dream brother
kanga roo
i stand out front of gig
meet some people
sign some stuff
someone gives me some jazz
(thanks nick!)
i i get to hug some people n get mah picture taken
hey honey i gotta picture with steve fuckin kilbey!
yeah but whos that olde hippy in the white shorts...?
oh...that is...steve...kilbey...
cleveland seems a little down on its luck as usual
all of ohio seems a little in disrepair
but not in a bad way
in an interesting way
gothic pointy roofs
weeds n trees
strange attic windows
the area here is kinda nasty
where the beachland ballroom is..
hey where the hell is the beach?
still all the people i meet are very nice
what would i know about cleveland?
i just got here
i have black beans n rice for din dins
people send vegan cookies grape juice, muffins etc
thank you
im sitting here under the gig rite now
rob dickos playin upstairs
pete n i do an interview with a lady
who doesnt seem to know anything about us
we walk into an underground shop(?) here
n a very tweaked lady walks up n says
i got under the milky way on my mind day n nite....
and then she says
who are you?
yeah whatever lady
have another margarita sweetie
the dressing room is long dark n hot
a loada fans hum n whirr warm air around
old bits of machines
busted up sofas
a room ful of gas canisters
im eating grapes
im drinkin pineapple juice
im smokin ohios finest
im waitin' to go on
i should do yoga
i should unwind
i should empty my mind n forget myself
i think of jeff buckleys lyrics
dont fool yerself
she was heartache from the moment that you met her
yer hearts cold n still as ya try to find the will
to forget her somehow..
i think ive forgotten her now
oh jeff yer voice is such sweet sadness
i went down n hadda look at the mississippee river in n.o.
why jeff oh why didja go swimmin' in there?
i wish ya hadna done it man
anyway
thats a mediocre lil blogg for ya
till somethin' profound
comes around
and hey gareth of notts
youre a handsome bugger!
sk
Thursday, August 17, 2006
sad blog
today everything makes me sad
im staying in a hotel thats said to be haunted
a jilted bride threw herself of the roof
a long time ago
well its sure olde n spooky
some strange feelings in the night
troubled sleep
where are you?
in cincinnati
last night we played i.apolis
a lovely audience
n
we really tried too
but...
venue a little too bign new n empty
we never really got there
all the way
n
once you have it all the way
there is no goin back
anyway
renees comment from yesterday made me sad
is it just my messiah complex
i feel like i could really make it all better for ya
if only......
?
i want to make it better
i want to heal it
i want to undo it all
i want it to make sense for us
your lives should be filled with joy
where does this sadness come from
how did these evils get into this world?
who sent them n why?
we see our mumsndads workin for the man
trapped in hopeless mundane mortgage misery
countries fighting over ideas
people blowing emselves up for god
only god knows what bullshit that is
an' we're lashed to our rituals n society
n up to our eyeballs in debt
workin n studyin' n being a waiter
and friends are hard to find
and then familiarity breeds contempt
we get money
n
we blow money
n we go up to 13
n we slide to 22
n we get older n older
n samosanx kitty kat ,
i miss that man too
and we do providence everynite here in the u.s,.
and i try to let grantley come thru my own voice
and i sing his words like he would have liked it
and i feel the place where he was when they filled up his mind
and it makes for a good concert
but it makes me sad too
cos grant was always a little sad
wearing his heart on his sleeve n jokin' around
and today
i go down to get quarters
so i can wash my motley collexion of t shirts n shorts
i call my wardrobe
n i meet up with this big black bald guy
who works here
and immediately we both feel it
we have known each other forever
doesnt matter that hes the fuckin handyman or bell man
here in cincinnati
yeah i bet hes hadda tuff life too
but hes so cheerful
and we chat about life
and he doesnt care that im some olde stoned hippy
with scruffy hair n white beard
how are things goin' for ya now he asks
implying that we are picking up some previous conversation
tho we have never met before
and thru his natural senses
he could feel i had things on my mind
and we talked
and later he bumps into me in the lift
how long yall stayin in cincinnati he asks
as if hes about to invite me over his pad
ah we're leavin tomorrow i croak outta mah sore throat
we both feel glum for the rest of the ride
see ya we both say as i get out
i feel everything too much
sometimes my nervous system cant stand it
every piece of broken glass
every weed n paper bag
is trying to tell its story to me
the clouds in the sky
the trees
every face i see
every person i meet
the audiences
the girls who make the subway veggie sandwiches
the cats behind the garbo bins
the sad tollway staff
the dealers n the buyers
the people who bring gifts
the coat hangers on
the long hotel corridors
wallpaper patterns
everything
everything has significance for me
i have been overloaded with associations
since the moment i could think
they thought i was a fucking freak
but its just that my veneer wasnt thick enuff
and it doesnt keep the outside out that well
n
everything is crying if you can just hear it
n sometimes i can
n
all ya got to fight it is yoga n swimmin n music
or ya gonna get them blues
renee
n samo-kitty
n {{=}}
n all you others
out there
we gotta put some joy into this world
or else its unbearable
and to the person who said in a comment that you
lost yer child
i guess that puts it all in perspective for me
but i do feel it for ya
im feelin it rite now
n my glasses are misting up a little
tho i dont know ya
i would like to extend my deepest sympathy
and i wanna bring that child back
and i wanna bring grantley back
n my dad n jeff buckley
and fucking sort the middleeast out
put auroras tooth back in her head
remove the twillies nasty thing
get rid of my mums arthritis
and make everything right
the way we feel it should be
but it never fucking is
and i guess my messiah complex has really run amuck
and ya think
imagine this cat jesus
if he really existed
or the buddha
to be able to make it alright again
so everyone was happy
and no one was excluded
and everyone was fulfilled n content
and there was someone for everyone
i believe..
something inside tells me
we are right to long for this place
where everything is as it should be
and this is a mean olde sad world
somedays......
im staying in a hotel thats said to be haunted
a jilted bride threw herself of the roof
a long time ago
well its sure olde n spooky
some strange feelings in the night
troubled sleep
where are you?
in cincinnati
last night we played i.apolis
a lovely audience
n
we really tried too
but...
venue a little too bign new n empty
we never really got there
all the way
n
once you have it all the way
there is no goin back
anyway
renees comment from yesterday made me sad
is it just my messiah complex
i feel like i could really make it all better for ya
if only......
?
i want to make it better
i want to heal it
i want to undo it all
i want it to make sense for us
your lives should be filled with joy
where does this sadness come from
how did these evils get into this world?
who sent them n why?
we see our mumsndads workin for the man
trapped in hopeless mundane mortgage misery
countries fighting over ideas
people blowing emselves up for god
only god knows what bullshit that is
an' we're lashed to our rituals n society
n up to our eyeballs in debt
workin n studyin' n being a waiter
and friends are hard to find
and then familiarity breeds contempt
we get money
n
we blow money
n we go up to 13
n we slide to 22
n we get older n older
n samosanx kitty kat ,
i miss that man too
and we do providence everynite here in the u.s,.
and i try to let grantley come thru my own voice
and i sing his words like he would have liked it
and i feel the place where he was when they filled up his mind
and it makes for a good concert
but it makes me sad too
cos grant was always a little sad
wearing his heart on his sleeve n jokin' around
and today
i go down to get quarters
so i can wash my motley collexion of t shirts n shorts
i call my wardrobe
n i meet up with this big black bald guy
who works here
and immediately we both feel it
we have known each other forever
doesnt matter that hes the fuckin handyman or bell man
here in cincinnati
yeah i bet hes hadda tuff life too
but hes so cheerful
and we chat about life
and he doesnt care that im some olde stoned hippy
with scruffy hair n white beard
how are things goin' for ya now he asks
implying that we are picking up some previous conversation
tho we have never met before
and thru his natural senses
he could feel i had things on my mind
and we talked
and later he bumps into me in the lift
how long yall stayin in cincinnati he asks
as if hes about to invite me over his pad
ah we're leavin tomorrow i croak outta mah sore throat
we both feel glum for the rest of the ride
see ya we both say as i get out
i feel everything too much
sometimes my nervous system cant stand it
every piece of broken glass
every weed n paper bag
is trying to tell its story to me
the clouds in the sky
the trees
every face i see
every person i meet
the audiences
the girls who make the subway veggie sandwiches
the cats behind the garbo bins
the sad tollway staff
the dealers n the buyers
the people who bring gifts
the coat hangers on
the long hotel corridors
wallpaper patterns
everything
everything has significance for me
i have been overloaded with associations
since the moment i could think
they thought i was a fucking freak
but its just that my veneer wasnt thick enuff
and it doesnt keep the outside out that well
n
everything is crying if you can just hear it
n sometimes i can
n
all ya got to fight it is yoga n swimmin n music
or ya gonna get them blues
renee
n samo-kitty
n {{=}}
n all you others
out there
we gotta put some joy into this world
or else its unbearable
and to the person who said in a comment that you
lost yer child
i guess that puts it all in perspective for me
but i do feel it for ya
im feelin it rite now
n my glasses are misting up a little
tho i dont know ya
i would like to extend my deepest sympathy
and i wanna bring that child back
and i wanna bring grantley back
n my dad n jeff buckley
and fucking sort the middleeast out
put auroras tooth back in her head
remove the twillies nasty thing
get rid of my mums arthritis
and make everything right
the way we feel it should be
but it never fucking is
and i guess my messiah complex has really run amuck
and ya think
imagine this cat jesus
if he really existed
or the buddha
to be able to make it alright again
so everyone was happy
and no one was excluded
and everyone was fulfilled n content
and there was someone for everyone
i believe..
something inside tells me
we are right to long for this place
where everything is as it should be
and this is a mean olde sad world
somedays......
sad blog
today everything makes me sad
im staying in a hotel thats said to be haunted
a jilted bride threw herself of the roof
a long time ago
well its sure olde n spooky
some strange feelings in the night
troubled sleep
where are you?
in cincinnati
last night we played i.apolis
a lovely audience
n
we really tried too
but...
venue a little too bign new n empty
we never really got there
all the way
n
once you have it all the way
there is no goin back
anyway
renees comment from yesterday made me sad
is it just my messiah complex
i feel like i could really make it all better for ya
if only......
?
i want to make it better
i want to heal it
i want to undo it all
i want it to make sense for us
your lives should be filled with joy
where does this sadness come from
how did these evils get into this world?
who sent them n why?
we see our mumsndads workin for the man
trapped in hopeless mundane mortgage misery
countries fighting over ideas
people blowing emselves up for god
only god knows what bullshit that is
an' we're lashed to our rituals n society
n up to our eyeballs in debt
workin n studyin' n being a waiter
and friends are hard to find
and then familiarity breeds contempt
we get money
n
we blow money
n we go up to 13
n we slide to 22
n we get older n older
n samosanx kitty kat ,
i miss that man too
and we do providence everynite here in the u.s,.
and i try to let grantley come thru my own voice
and i sing his words like he would have liked it
and i feel the place where he was when they filled up his mind
and it makes for a good concert
but it makes me sad too
cos grant was always a little sad
wearing his heart on his sleeve n jokin' around
and today
i go down to get quarters
so i can wash my motley collexion of t shirts n shorts
i call my wardrobe
n i meet up with this big black bald guy
who works here
and immediately we both feel it
we have known each other forever
doesnt matter that hes the fuckin handyman or bell man
here in cincinnati
yeah i bet hes hadda tuff life too
but hes so cheerful
and we chat about life
and he doesnt care that im some olde stoned hippy
with scruffy hair n white beard
how are things goin' for ya now he asks
implying that we are picking up some previous conversation
tho we have never met before
and thru his natural senses
he could feel i had things on my mind
and we talked
and later he bumps into me in the lift
how long yall stayin in cincinnati he asks
as if hes about to invite me over his pad
ah we're leavin tomorrow i croak outta mah sore throat
we both feel glum for the rest of the ride
see ya we both say as i get out
i feel everything too much
sometimes my nervous system cant stand it
every piece of broken glass
every weed n paper bag
is trying to tell its story to me
the clouds in the sky
the trees
every face i see
every person i meet
the audiences
the girls who make the subway veggie sandwiches
the cats behind the garbo bins
the sad tollway staff
the dealers n the buyers
the people who bring gifts
the coat hangers on
the long hotel corridors
wallpaper patterns
everything
everything has significance for me
i have been overloaded with associations
since the moment i could think
they thought i was a fucking freak
but its just that my veneer wasnt thick enuff
and it doesnt keep the outside out that well
n
everything is crying if you can just hear it
n sometimes i can
n
all ya got to fight it is yoga n swimmin n music
or ya gonna get them blues
renee
n samo-kitty
n {{=}}
n all you others
out there
we gotta put some joy into this world
or else its unbearable
and to the person who said in a comment that you
lost yer child
i guess that puts it all in perspective for me
but i do feel it for ya
im feelin it rite now
n my glasses are misting up a little
tho i dont know ya
i would like to extend my deepest sympathy
and i wanna bring that child back
and i wanna bring grantley back
n my dad n jeff buckley
and fucking sort the middleeast out
put auroras tooth back in her head
remove the twillies nasty thing
get rid of my mums arthritis
and make everything right
the way we feel it should be
but it never fucking is
and i guess my messiah complex has really run amuck
and ya think
imagine this cat jesus
if he really existed
or the buddha
to be able to make it alright again
so everyone was happy
and no one was excluded
and everyone was fulfilled n content
and there was someone for everyone
i believe..
something inside tells me
we are right to long for this place
where everything is as it should be
and this is a mean olde sad world
somedays......
im staying in a hotel thats said to be haunted
a jilted bride threw herself of the roof
a long time ago
well its sure olde n spooky
some strange feelings in the night
troubled sleep
where are you?
in cincinnati
last night we played i.apolis
a lovely audience
n
we really tried too
but...
venue a little too bign new n empty
we never really got there
all the way
n
once you have it all the way
there is no goin back
anyway
renees comment from yesterday made me sad
is it just my messiah complex
i feel like i could really make it all better for ya
if only......
?
i want to make it better
i want to heal it
i want to undo it all
i want it to make sense for us
your lives should be filled with joy
where does this sadness come from
how did these evils get into this world?
who sent them n why?
we see our mumsndads workin for the man
trapped in hopeless mundane mortgage misery
countries fighting over ideas
people blowing emselves up for god
only god knows what bullshit that is
an' we're lashed to our rituals n society
n up to our eyeballs in debt
workin n studyin' n being a waiter
and friends are hard to find
and then familiarity breeds contempt
we get money
n
we blow money
n we go up to 13
n we slide to 22
n we get older n older
n samosanx kitty kat ,
i miss that man too
and we do providence everynite here in the u.s,.
and i try to let grantley come thru my own voice
and i sing his words like he would have liked it
and i feel the place where he was when they filled up his mind
and it makes for a good concert
but it makes me sad too
cos grant was always a little sad
wearing his heart on his sleeve n jokin' around
and today
i go down to get quarters
so i can wash my motley collexion of t shirts n shorts
i call my wardrobe
n i meet up with this big black bald guy
who works here
and immediately we both feel it
we have known each other forever
doesnt matter that hes the fuckin handyman or bell man
here in cincinnati
yeah i bet hes hadda tuff life too
but hes so cheerful
and we chat about life
and he doesnt care that im some olde stoned hippy
with scruffy hair n white beard
how are things goin' for ya now he asks
implying that we are picking up some previous conversation
tho we have never met before
and thru his natural senses
he could feel i had things on my mind
and we talked
and later he bumps into me in the lift
how long yall stayin in cincinnati he asks
as if hes about to invite me over his pad
ah we're leavin tomorrow i croak outta mah sore throat
we both feel glum for the rest of the ride
see ya we both say as i get out
i feel everything too much
sometimes my nervous system cant stand it
every piece of broken glass
every weed n paper bag
is trying to tell its story to me
the clouds in the sky
the trees
every face i see
every person i meet
the audiences
the girls who make the subway veggie sandwiches
the cats behind the garbo bins
the sad tollway staff
the dealers n the buyers
the people who bring gifts
the coat hangers on
the long hotel corridors
wallpaper patterns
everything
everything has significance for me
i have been overloaded with associations
since the moment i could think
they thought i was a fucking freak
but its just that my veneer wasnt thick enuff
and it doesnt keep the outside out that well
n
everything is crying if you can just hear it
n sometimes i can
n
all ya got to fight it is yoga n swimmin n music
or ya gonna get them blues
renee
n samo-kitty
n {{=}}
n all you others
out there
we gotta put some joy into this world
or else its unbearable
and to the person who said in a comment that you
lost yer child
i guess that puts it all in perspective for me
but i do feel it for ya
im feelin it rite now
n my glasses are misting up a little
tho i dont know ya
i would like to extend my deepest sympathy
and i wanna bring that child back
and i wanna bring grantley back
n my dad n jeff buckley
and fucking sort the middleeast out
put auroras tooth back in her head
remove the twillies nasty thing
get rid of my mums arthritis
and make everything right
the way we feel it should be
but it never fucking is
and i guess my messiah complex has really run amuck
and ya think
imagine this cat jesus
if he really existed
or the buddha
to be able to make it alright again
so everyone was happy
and no one was excluded
and everyone was fulfilled n content
and there was someone for everyone
i believe..
something inside tells me
we are right to long for this place
where everything is as it should be
and this is a mean olde sad world
somedays......
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
vanilla sky walker
nevets
nevets
wake up again
oh muse....
i was having a lovely dream
oh a creamy dreamy dream
oh i was the time being
i was a bigtime blogger
hurtling up the charts
i was playing a fender bass
i was fiddling about with pastels
i was swimming in a cold green pool
i was travelling down an endless highway at dawn
i was walking in the empty places
i was blinking in the neon
i had a load of kids
all girls
2 sets of twins
i go all these places
people come up to me
i sign cds
i put this plastic card in here n money comes out
sometimes
i check in n out of rehabs n hotels
i get addicted to everything i touch
i long for a never ending stream of yesterdays
i play popol vuh on an ipod
i steam the creases out of my pants
i buy sox
i run out of things
i stand outside and talk to the bellman
i hang around where its desolate n read the tattered newspapers
i walk down railroad tracks n watch the buckle in the rail
i get born
i rush towards death
i meet my little sister
i undo what i have done
i am unmade when i make it
i lie in darknesses n writhe in insomnia
i gravitate to dust n ash
i give in n i give up
i write these songs about almost nothing
i blab on about myself
narcissus someone calls out
childhood exit stage left
auroras missing tooth
ellis cyst
minnas broken arms
evies stitches
my ears ring on
my eyes fade off
my imagination has gone haywire
everything ive ever done or said or sang
leading up to this moment
here
with you
and now
its gone
hasta la vista
baby
nevets
wake up again
oh muse....
i was having a lovely dream
oh a creamy dreamy dream
oh i was the time being
i was a bigtime blogger
hurtling up the charts
i was playing a fender bass
i was fiddling about with pastels
i was swimming in a cold green pool
i was travelling down an endless highway at dawn
i was walking in the empty places
i was blinking in the neon
i had a load of kids
all girls
2 sets of twins
i go all these places
people come up to me
i sign cds
i put this plastic card in here n money comes out
sometimes
i check in n out of rehabs n hotels
i get addicted to everything i touch
i long for a never ending stream of yesterdays
i play popol vuh on an ipod
i steam the creases out of my pants
i buy sox
i run out of things
i stand outside and talk to the bellman
i hang around where its desolate n read the tattered newspapers
i walk down railroad tracks n watch the buckle in the rail
i get born
i rush towards death
i meet my little sister
i undo what i have done
i am unmade when i make it
i lie in darknesses n writhe in insomnia
i gravitate to dust n ash
i give in n i give up
i write these songs about almost nothing
i blab on about myself
narcissus someone calls out
childhood exit stage left
auroras missing tooth
ellis cyst
minnas broken arms
evies stitches
my ears ring on
my eyes fade off
my imagination has gone haywire
everything ive ever done or said or sang
leading up to this moment
here
with you
and now
its gone
hasta la vista
baby
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
indiana wants me, lord i cant go back there
just when things seem to be going well...
and this is life...
i hear that aurora has smashed out one of her front teeth
her adult front tooth
oh no
dentist says pins
braces
root canals
maybe still lose tooth
(it was knocked right out in a fall)
i speak to aurora
im so so sad thinkin' of all the implications...
she says its ok dad, my medicine tastes really nice..
i dunno what to say
i dont think shes realised the possible nastiness involved yet
im so upset
choked up all the way to indianapolis
(which is a fantastic name)
oh to be a human is a trip
up n down
round n round
i'd rather it was my fucking tooth that got knocked out
i love my daughters more than anything
even perhaps emancipation itself
and so you see
maya has ensnared me
with her beautiful traps
and all the beautiful things i stretch out my hands towards
they are all illusion
and they bind me
and they blind me
and then nothing changes
and i come back around
maybe aurora my mother this time
maybe joycie bennett will be my daughter
and i go to these venues
and i play my heart out
and i think now things will change
but everything is fleeting
and i read this graffitti
in the dressing room last nite
and make of it what you will
and please feel free to substitute the gender
cos its the same deal
NO MATTER HOW HOT YOU THINK SHE IS
NO MATTER HOW COOL,
SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE
IS SICK OF HER SHIT
and thats maya in action
the perpetual illusion
the beautiful illusions
and this illusion
i'm sitting in a very luxurious hotel in indianapolis
its the sheraton baby
and sheila chandra is on my ipod
and i just talked to an indian guy
who patiently guided me thru the process
of getting on the net
cos it was nae easy
and i wonder what the fuck im doing here
and then we have a great gig lassa nite
and bang!
i know why i'm doing it
cos im a musician
and thats my job
but who else am i?
how deep does it go?
and what will it take?
all this illusion
enlightenment a second away
always a second away
thank you william youre very nice
thank you wadey n moksha for alex grey paraphenalia
thank you all the others who gave of themselves
belfast frank for the licorice n being yaself
chris for telling off the hotel manager politely
ah hell
i appreciate everything everyone does
dear queen i use phone card everyday!
michigan is leafy n beautiful
an incredible midwestern sunset
a little mist
torn clouds filtering the dying sun
i have yet another subway veggie sub
i walk across a giant highway in middle of nowhere
and i feeel so fucking lonesome
so abandoned
just the hot roads
the trucks whizzing by
nothing cares about me at all here
these desolate places i love
the tracks n ditches filled with rubble
the overgrown alleyways
the weedy fences n lonely paths
where no one comes
here on my own
i will never bridge the separation
the separation is an illusion
the bridge is an illusion
the "i" is an illusion
this whole world is one thing
it is a fault in our perception
that we experience separation
i try to break thru with music
how naive....
theres only one way
its a lonely n austere path
its a path ya gotta walk everyday
no holidays
no special mitigating circumstances
its a path that may seem to be leading nowhere...
look at all these pretty ornaments nevets
why follow the path...?
what path?
the warpath?
the middlepath?
the path of least resistance
you woulda thought id have known by now
we fly down the vast american freeways
we stop n pay our tolls
we leave one state n enter another
another gig
another song
another red bull n jager
another dressing room
soon this will all end
it will seem as if it never happened
and thats like life too...
and life is pleasant
and life is painful
and the pleasant can bring pain
and the pain can beget pleasure
and ya never really know nothin' fer sure
ya never know what th'other guy is thinkin'
and misunderstandings abound
and so do blessings
and so many ladders
and so many snakes
and thats your gig, baby
thats why yer here
remember
you read it here first
esscai
and this is life...
i hear that aurora has smashed out one of her front teeth
her adult front tooth
oh no
dentist says pins
braces
root canals
maybe still lose tooth
(it was knocked right out in a fall)
i speak to aurora
im so so sad thinkin' of all the implications...
she says its ok dad, my medicine tastes really nice..
i dunno what to say
i dont think shes realised the possible nastiness involved yet
im so upset
choked up all the way to indianapolis
(which is a fantastic name)
oh to be a human is a trip
up n down
round n round
i'd rather it was my fucking tooth that got knocked out
i love my daughters more than anything
even perhaps emancipation itself
and so you see
maya has ensnared me
with her beautiful traps
and all the beautiful things i stretch out my hands towards
they are all illusion
and they bind me
and they blind me
and then nothing changes
and i come back around
maybe aurora my mother this time
maybe joycie bennett will be my daughter
and i go to these venues
and i play my heart out
and i think now things will change
but everything is fleeting
and i read this graffitti
in the dressing room last nite
and make of it what you will
and please feel free to substitute the gender
cos its the same deal
NO MATTER HOW HOT YOU THINK SHE IS
NO MATTER HOW COOL,
SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE
IS SICK OF HER SHIT
and thats maya in action
the perpetual illusion
the beautiful illusions
and this illusion
i'm sitting in a very luxurious hotel in indianapolis
its the sheraton baby
and sheila chandra is on my ipod
and i just talked to an indian guy
who patiently guided me thru the process
of getting on the net
cos it was nae easy
and i wonder what the fuck im doing here
and then we have a great gig lassa nite
and bang!
i know why i'm doing it
cos im a musician
and thats my job
but who else am i?
how deep does it go?
and what will it take?
all this illusion
enlightenment a second away
always a second away
thank you william youre very nice
thank you wadey n moksha for alex grey paraphenalia
thank you all the others who gave of themselves
belfast frank for the licorice n being yaself
chris for telling off the hotel manager politely
ah hell
i appreciate everything everyone does
dear queen i use phone card everyday!
michigan is leafy n beautiful
an incredible midwestern sunset
a little mist
torn clouds filtering the dying sun
i have yet another subway veggie sub
i walk across a giant highway in middle of nowhere
and i feeel so fucking lonesome
so abandoned
just the hot roads
the trucks whizzing by
nothing cares about me at all here
these desolate places i love
the tracks n ditches filled with rubble
the overgrown alleyways
the weedy fences n lonely paths
where no one comes
here on my own
i will never bridge the separation
the separation is an illusion
the bridge is an illusion
the "i" is an illusion
this whole world is one thing
it is a fault in our perception
that we experience separation
i try to break thru with music
how naive....
theres only one way
its a lonely n austere path
its a path ya gotta walk everyday
no holidays
no special mitigating circumstances
its a path that may seem to be leading nowhere...
look at all these pretty ornaments nevets
why follow the path...?
what path?
the warpath?
the middlepath?
the path of least resistance
you woulda thought id have known by now
we fly down the vast american freeways
we stop n pay our tolls
we leave one state n enter another
another gig
another song
another red bull n jager
another dressing room
soon this will all end
it will seem as if it never happened
and thats like life too...
and life is pleasant
and life is painful
and the pleasant can bring pain
and the pain can beget pleasure
and ya never really know nothin' fer sure
ya never know what th'other guy is thinkin'
and misunderstandings abound
and so do blessings
and so many ladders
and so many snakes
and thats your gig, baby
thats why yer here
remember
you read it here first
esscai
motor city madness
a lovely hotel room
a courtyard with playing fountains
a deep blue pool
trees everywhere
ah nevets you love those cool arbours
you are a celt
used to roaming the sacred groves
you love the trees
and believe
the trees love you
oh its so quiet here
an atrium
a grey overcast sky
the world is quiet
anyway
nevets
youve set the scene
whatta bout ye olde gig
did you rock?
yes i did
did you roll?
yes i did
did you sing every one of your words like ya meant it?
yes i did
did ya lovingly pluck yer fender jazz bass 1962 reissue?
uh-huh
did powlesys drummin send ya out into space?
why yes it did
and the audience?
lovely!
and the talking?
didnt notice
and did you find that jazz,mann?
i went out n walked down the line outside
and i called a spade a spade
when a kind man stepped forth
and my needs were sufficiently met
well thats it really
deetroit yer on my a-list!
that gig was a great load of fun
i really really enjoyed my old self
rocknroll fiendsss
oooh mah soul
esque
a courtyard with playing fountains
a deep blue pool
trees everywhere
ah nevets you love those cool arbours
you are a celt
used to roaming the sacred groves
you love the trees
and believe
the trees love you
oh its so quiet here
an atrium
a grey overcast sky
the world is quiet
anyway
nevets
youve set the scene
whatta bout ye olde gig
did you rock?
yes i did
did you roll?
yes i did
did you sing every one of your words like ya meant it?
yes i did
did ya lovingly pluck yer fender jazz bass 1962 reissue?
uh-huh
did powlesys drummin send ya out into space?
why yes it did
and the audience?
lovely!
and the talking?
didnt notice
and did you find that jazz,mann?
i went out n walked down the line outside
and i called a spade a spade
when a kind man stepped forth
and my needs were sufficiently met
well thats it really
deetroit yer on my a-list!
that gig was a great load of fun
i really really enjoyed my old self
rocknroll fiendsss
oooh mah soul
esque
Sunday, August 13, 2006
out of my brilliant mind
where are you now nevets?
ohio, in a hampton inn, room 316
its finally quiet
my room is sedate n welcoming
the bed seems very comfortable
the tinnitus sings in my ears
ah a job for some kraut rock to mask the whine
popul vuh....thatll do
now...
well we eventually got outta nyc in one peace
we hit the road to sellersville
lovely olde theatre
nice people
good gig
i read some where that some whinging bastard
thought we were boring cos we didnae play the olde numbers
gee i guess i musta imagined those 2 standing ovations then
always some wanka who dont like it
oh well thats life n thats the occupational hazard too
ive just driven all day across p.a.
whatta beautiful state
corn a swayin in the zephyrs
lazy meandering rivers
undulating hills
lovely olde houses
a lovely part of america....at least in summer
i guess its pretty bleak in winter
the weather is cooler here too
about 75-80
very pleasant
in fact i stood outside our hotel this morning
doing my chi gong
and i was totally blissed out
reminding me of sweden actually
later on i dropped a zxanax n smoked a spliff
strapped on the headies
and was completely surprised
when i woke up hours later at a gas station somewhere
i'd been out there in deep space
where there are no problemos
just the drift drift drift
we drive n drive thru tiny broken down towns
a town called sharon
(you are now entering sharon)
where everything seemed closed down
youngstown....no accom
i actually dont know where the fuck i am rite now
probably 5 minutes away from something or someone interesting
but what good does it do me
its sat'day nite
its 11 34
im on my own
weve had dinner
(a nother effing veggie burger w/ avocado)
i left the table early so the others get a decent chance
to bitch about me
it puts em off their vitriol if im in earshot
n
let me say
yer humble heros ears are burning like buggery rite now
ah
who cares
its like being in a family
only families grow up
n rock bands never do
how weird it is
sitting here where i dont know
on me lonesome
just popul vuh playing quietly in the background
maybe i'll have a bath n play submarines
maybe i'll get an early knight
maybe i'll switch on the telly n see how world war threes going
im atta loose end
i ring home but nobody answers
its sunday afternoon in aust
funny to think of nk n the doodles n bumper out there somewhere
i wonder if theyre thinkin' of me at this very moment
well ive met some of the famous commentators from these pages
krissy the grouper, a sweet young thing
baal n zeus, a wild hippy type
cst coach, lean n trim w/pretty girlfriend
melquiades whose bigger than he used to be
and a whole buncha others
thanks fiendss
you got me hovering round the 16, 17 mark
(i briefly hit 13!!!)
and that aint badde when ya think of 10 million bloggers in the us alone
i saw so much landscape today
i tried to remember it all for ya
but now my minds a blank(et)
im so weary atta cellular level
i aint had more than 4 or 5 hours sleep for weeks now
im too olde for this lark
need a holiday...
good gigs comin up
chicago.....yes
thatll be a good one to come to...
so come!
deetroit....hmmmm...not sure
indianapolis.....no idea..played there once in 90
cleveland (they never like us there)
cincinatti(ditto)
milwaukee....maybe....maybe not
san fran ah we'll have la hoodie back
oh hoodie we miss ya
we miss yer heavenly harp n yer armenian slang
hows yer silver mogadichon?
so i dunno
a strangely unsatisfying bloggie
i shoulda made uppa poem instead
it aint all dancing on clouds
a bit of a drive left to detroit 2 morrow
the magic theatre eh?
hope to find some jazz there too as we're out
i dunno
detroit scares me a little
am i just a coward?
dont answer that....
see ya in mitch again
fare thee well
stefano
ohio, in a hampton inn, room 316
its finally quiet
my room is sedate n welcoming
the bed seems very comfortable
the tinnitus sings in my ears
ah a job for some kraut rock to mask the whine
popul vuh....thatll do
now...
well we eventually got outta nyc in one peace
we hit the road to sellersville
lovely olde theatre
nice people
good gig
i read some where that some whinging bastard
thought we were boring cos we didnae play the olde numbers
gee i guess i musta imagined those 2 standing ovations then
always some wanka who dont like it
oh well thats life n thats the occupational hazard too
ive just driven all day across p.a.
whatta beautiful state
corn a swayin in the zephyrs
lazy meandering rivers
undulating hills
lovely olde houses
a lovely part of america....at least in summer
i guess its pretty bleak in winter
the weather is cooler here too
about 75-80
very pleasant
in fact i stood outside our hotel this morning
doing my chi gong
and i was totally blissed out
reminding me of sweden actually
later on i dropped a zxanax n smoked a spliff
strapped on the headies
and was completely surprised
when i woke up hours later at a gas station somewhere
i'd been out there in deep space
where there are no problemos
just the drift drift drift
we drive n drive thru tiny broken down towns
a town called sharon
(you are now entering sharon)
where everything seemed closed down
youngstown....no accom
i actually dont know where the fuck i am rite now
probably 5 minutes away from something or someone interesting
but what good does it do me
its sat'day nite
its 11 34
im on my own
weve had dinner
(a nother effing veggie burger w/ avocado)
i left the table early so the others get a decent chance
to bitch about me
it puts em off their vitriol if im in earshot
n
let me say
yer humble heros ears are burning like buggery rite now
ah
who cares
its like being in a family
only families grow up
n rock bands never do
how weird it is
sitting here where i dont know
on me lonesome
just popul vuh playing quietly in the background
maybe i'll have a bath n play submarines
maybe i'll get an early knight
maybe i'll switch on the telly n see how world war threes going
im atta loose end
i ring home but nobody answers
its sunday afternoon in aust
funny to think of nk n the doodles n bumper out there somewhere
i wonder if theyre thinkin' of me at this very moment
well ive met some of the famous commentators from these pages
krissy the grouper, a sweet young thing
baal n zeus, a wild hippy type
cst coach, lean n trim w/pretty girlfriend
melquiades whose bigger than he used to be
and a whole buncha others
thanks fiendss
you got me hovering round the 16, 17 mark
(i briefly hit 13!!!)
and that aint badde when ya think of 10 million bloggers in the us alone
i saw so much landscape today
i tried to remember it all for ya
but now my minds a blank(et)
im so weary atta cellular level
i aint had more than 4 or 5 hours sleep for weeks now
im too olde for this lark
need a holiday...
good gigs comin up
chicago.....yes
thatll be a good one to come to...
so come!
deetroit....hmmmm...not sure
indianapolis.....no idea..played there once in 90
cleveland (they never like us there)
cincinatti(ditto)
milwaukee....maybe....maybe not
san fran ah we'll have la hoodie back
oh hoodie we miss ya
we miss yer heavenly harp n yer armenian slang
hows yer silver mogadichon?
so i dunno
a strangely unsatisfying bloggie
i shoulda made uppa poem instead
it aint all dancing on clouds
a bit of a drive left to detroit 2 morrow
the magic theatre eh?
hope to find some jazz there too as we're out
i dunno
detroit scares me a little
am i just a coward?
dont answer that....
see ya in mitch again
fare thee well
stefano
Saturday, August 12, 2006
impressario
i never know what im gonna write
till i write it!
even that!
and even that!
whatta life this olde hippy foole be leading..
im sittin up in bed naked
(under a sheet so dont let yer imaginations
runnaway with ya)
all around the deafening roar of machines
air conditioners
vacuum cleaners
machines out in the street
pulverizing tenderizing the ungiving ashfelt
guys on the roofs busting up concrete
garbage trucks gasping n grunting
chimneys n exhausts exude poison air in a filthy hiss
fuck
i need the equatorial stars
the ipod goes on in its little speakers
robert fripps snake like guitar leaps into my room
enos ambiences merges with the symphony of new yorks machines
im on the 11th floor of the super 8 46 th street
its 10 41 the next day after the band im in
play a concert in a nice venue here called irving plaza
we have la hood join us, patricia hood
the greatest rocknroll harpist pluckin those heavenly strings
get your ass to s.f. if you wanna see her
cos thatll be yer last chance
shes a consummate performer
shes armenian, she coulda looked like that
and played like that 2000 years ago
you know what i mean fans
a timelessly talented strange little woman
and
she ironed my pants n sewed em up before the shows
patti thank you n see you in s.f.
(i noted your mistakes n yer pay will be deducted accordingly)
outside my window some hideously grinding machine
burrows into something
and it feels like getting a filling
big deal new york
with all yer this n fuckin' that
you got no peace
i d rather a peaceful grove and the whisper of leaves
than all yer discount starbucked calvin klein art gallery
limousine boutique baloney
the noise pervades n permeates everywhere
the poor bastards who are working those hellish machines
strapped all day to fume belchin' shudderin' monster
this world has gone so wrong
so wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
yesterdays events with the aeroplanes...
ah what fucking madness is this
which god ordered that?
who will this show?
sadness
hopelessness
inexorable hatred flowering from idiot misunderstanding
what about the innocents?
the children?
are we less than animals?
anyway
(deep breath)
(listen to the machines nevets, theyll cheer ya up)
im in new york
its ok
i dont care
im leaving soon for sellersville
unknown quantity
the others attended last nite aftershow party
nevets, why did you eschew that party
you know why, muse, that party is anathema to me
but nevets, its new york...
muse, i cannot insult you with the idle chatter n drunken bawling
i did my gig n i exited quietly
let others slap their backs n scream thru the booze n smoke
into their egos
let em laugh n drink n be mary for all i care
i walk the lonely streets of ny searching for my hotel
i go in a late nite deli n buy chocolate soy milk
oh nevets you wild olde rocker
mock me not o my muse this is my style
what do i care for the talk of men
i seek the heart n the depth of things
i seek the measure
i seek the real behind the facade
not mask after mask
veneer on veneer
then tell them nevets
tell them how you played your songs
tell them of the words that appear in your head
how your fingers pluck away autonomously
how the great weight of the bass becomes a feather
how you heat up and sweat gallons as the songs eventuate
tell them how the audience blurs
and your eyes fill with sweat but you dont care
and tell them how you drink red bull n jagermeister
to stop n go at the same time
and how you remember all those words
no you dont remember them do you
they unravel in my mouth, muse
you should know darling muse you put them all there for me
and my muse shall i tell them of the anaesthetic place
i go when the drums throb n the c ymbals crassh
and how i leave the room and leave this earth
and my only connexion is tim powles tic tic tic
on the hi hat
and how the piano notes open up memories that i fall into
how the guitars get into my ears n mouth
how my own bass registers low low down
so deep the notes pull me into the earth again
and how i opened my throat and my voice came sailing out
and i sounded just like.......me!
and i was happy to let it float around in that room
in the reverb n echo n delay n chorus
and the slurs n stops n mute palm ostinato
the slides the emphases the hammers the restraints
n pattis harp twinkling away in the stratosphere
a million miles from the elastic pulse of the bass
and i sing my fucking songs
about life
sweet sweet life
how strange this life is
this life we all be leading
YES
right now
you guys in the office
you kindergarten mums
you olde friends
you hungover wretches
you junk craving lords
you mixing it up engineeers
you sweet ladies with yer mysterious places
you ugly olde bastards with yer blubbery bellies
you darling kids who can still see the elementals
(aurora n evie)
you mountain climbers n window washers
you public savants n idiot winds
all of ya!
yer alive!!
sweet sweet life baby
love yer life
love other people
love yer enemies...yeah theres a trip
forgive people
theyre just human
be kind to animals
dont eat any meat under any circumstances whatsoever
you wanna know how i can strap onna bass n runnaround
a hot stage n drive 8 hours at 5 in the morning
and still get up at 7 and say
what the fuck is happening
and type out a blogg that deserves the ignoble prize
for littyrature
you wanna know where the words n music n energy comes from?
FROM NOT EATING MEAT!!!!!!!
you ready for it
you wanna vibrate higher?
you wanna transcend?
you wanna knock off songs in yer sleep?
dont eat meat
new york stinks of the cooking meat
ah you poor decadent fools
itsa gonna kill ya baby
its dead
do you ever look at something dead and think
mmm i wanna play around with that?
anyway
you carnivorous vultures...back to n.y.
it was nigh on solde out
we were slick n smooth
we gave em it with both accoustic barrels
and we blue those mothers away
we are one of the best rocknroll combos ever
to strum an f maj 7
im gonna piss off now
do some something
have a tepid weak shower
wash last nites charisma off my aching flesh
look my self in the mirror
nevets, are you man or myth?
this morning, muse
this morning...
im just a washed up olde rocker
in a skinny hotel
the maids a bangin at the door
"please you musta check out"
frippy n eno drone in the corner
another day
another dollar
another dollop of life
see ya in penisylvania
killer
till i write it!
even that!
and even that!
whatta life this olde hippy foole be leading..
im sittin up in bed naked
(under a sheet so dont let yer imaginations
runnaway with ya)
all around the deafening roar of machines
air conditioners
vacuum cleaners
machines out in the street
pulverizing tenderizing the ungiving ashfelt
guys on the roofs busting up concrete
garbage trucks gasping n grunting
chimneys n exhausts exude poison air in a filthy hiss
fuck
i need the equatorial stars
the ipod goes on in its little speakers
robert fripps snake like guitar leaps into my room
enos ambiences merges with the symphony of new yorks machines
im on the 11th floor of the super 8 46 th street
its 10 41 the next day after the band im in
play a concert in a nice venue here called irving plaza
we have la hood join us, patricia hood
the greatest rocknroll harpist pluckin those heavenly strings
get your ass to s.f. if you wanna see her
cos thatll be yer last chance
shes a consummate performer
shes armenian, she coulda looked like that
and played like that 2000 years ago
you know what i mean fans
a timelessly talented strange little woman
and
she ironed my pants n sewed em up before the shows
patti thank you n see you in s.f.
(i noted your mistakes n yer pay will be deducted accordingly)
outside my window some hideously grinding machine
burrows into something
and it feels like getting a filling
big deal new york
with all yer this n fuckin' that
you got no peace
i d rather a peaceful grove and the whisper of leaves
than all yer discount starbucked calvin klein art gallery
limousine boutique baloney
the noise pervades n permeates everywhere
the poor bastards who are working those hellish machines
strapped all day to fume belchin' shudderin' monster
this world has gone so wrong
so wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
yesterdays events with the aeroplanes...
ah what fucking madness is this
which god ordered that?
who will this show?
sadness
hopelessness
inexorable hatred flowering from idiot misunderstanding
what about the innocents?
the children?
are we less than animals?
anyway
(deep breath)
(listen to the machines nevets, theyll cheer ya up)
im in new york
its ok
i dont care
im leaving soon for sellersville
unknown quantity
the others attended last nite aftershow party
nevets, why did you eschew that party
you know why, muse, that party is anathema to me
but nevets, its new york...
muse, i cannot insult you with the idle chatter n drunken bawling
i did my gig n i exited quietly
let others slap their backs n scream thru the booze n smoke
into their egos
let em laugh n drink n be mary for all i care
i walk the lonely streets of ny searching for my hotel
i go in a late nite deli n buy chocolate soy milk
oh nevets you wild olde rocker
mock me not o my muse this is my style
what do i care for the talk of men
i seek the heart n the depth of things
i seek the measure
i seek the real behind the facade
not mask after mask
veneer on veneer
then tell them nevets
tell them how you played your songs
tell them of the words that appear in your head
how your fingers pluck away autonomously
how the great weight of the bass becomes a feather
how you heat up and sweat gallons as the songs eventuate
tell them how the audience blurs
and your eyes fill with sweat but you dont care
and tell them how you drink red bull n jagermeister
to stop n go at the same time
and how you remember all those words
no you dont remember them do you
they unravel in my mouth, muse
you should know darling muse you put them all there for me
and my muse shall i tell them of the anaesthetic place
i go when the drums throb n the c ymbals crassh
and how i leave the room and leave this earth
and my only connexion is tim powles tic tic tic
on the hi hat
and how the piano notes open up memories that i fall into
how the guitars get into my ears n mouth
how my own bass registers low low down
so deep the notes pull me into the earth again
and how i opened my throat and my voice came sailing out
and i sounded just like.......me!
and i was happy to let it float around in that room
in the reverb n echo n delay n chorus
and the slurs n stops n mute palm ostinato
the slides the emphases the hammers the restraints
n pattis harp twinkling away in the stratosphere
a million miles from the elastic pulse of the bass
and i sing my fucking songs
about life
sweet sweet life
how strange this life is
this life we all be leading
YES
right now
you guys in the office
you kindergarten mums
you olde friends
you hungover wretches
you junk craving lords
you mixing it up engineeers
you sweet ladies with yer mysterious places
you ugly olde bastards with yer blubbery bellies
you darling kids who can still see the elementals
(aurora n evie)
you mountain climbers n window washers
you public savants n idiot winds
all of ya!
yer alive!!
sweet sweet life baby
love yer life
love other people
love yer enemies...yeah theres a trip
forgive people
theyre just human
be kind to animals
dont eat any meat under any circumstances whatsoever
you wanna know how i can strap onna bass n runnaround
a hot stage n drive 8 hours at 5 in the morning
and still get up at 7 and say
what the fuck is happening
and type out a blogg that deserves the ignoble prize
for littyrature
you wanna know where the words n music n energy comes from?
FROM NOT EATING MEAT!!!!!!!
you ready for it
you wanna vibrate higher?
you wanna transcend?
you wanna knock off songs in yer sleep?
dont eat meat
new york stinks of the cooking meat
ah you poor decadent fools
itsa gonna kill ya baby
its dead
do you ever look at something dead and think
mmm i wanna play around with that?
anyway
you carnivorous vultures...back to n.y.
it was nigh on solde out
we were slick n smooth
we gave em it with both accoustic barrels
and we blue those mothers away
we are one of the best rocknroll combos ever
to strum an f maj 7
im gonna piss off now
do some something
have a tepid weak shower
wash last nites charisma off my aching flesh
look my self in the mirror
nevets, are you man or myth?
this morning, muse
this morning...
im just a washed up olde rocker
in a skinny hotel
the maids a bangin at the door
"please you musta check out"
frippy n eno drone in the corner
another day
another dollar
another dollop of life
see ya in penisylvania
killer
Friday, August 11, 2006
you rappin' how the big apple is outtasite, but you aint never had a bite
new york city baybee
the epicentre
oh im so impressed....
last nite in falls church was great
great crowd
great venue
great food
great dane
grate fruit
we were good
they dug it
2 on cores
the fuckin lot
virginia/dc ya always good to us
after gig
we drive 6 hours to nyc
oh so tired fiendss
i knock back 2 double expressos to keep me going
but they never kick in
(until i arrive n try n get some sleeep)
whatta long monotonous drive
hardly can keep my sore n tired olde eyes open
finally arrive
staying in a poxy overpriced dogbox
on the eleventh floor
can hardly fit mah bass in the room
construction buzzing n screaming all around
no peace for the wicked
tonite the big one
irving plaza
almost sold out
theyre gonna love us
we gonna rock
yeee haaa!!
man i need some sleep
im burning with tiredness
ok its 4 in the arvo now
soundcheck 6 o clock
im gonna close my eyes for a cuppla hours
will write ya a long one from sellersville pa
(ps im 13 on charts)
love on ya
sk
the epicentre
oh im so impressed....
last nite in falls church was great
great crowd
great venue
great food
great dane
grate fruit
we were good
they dug it
2 on cores
the fuckin lot
virginia/dc ya always good to us
after gig
we drive 6 hours to nyc
oh so tired fiendss
i knock back 2 double expressos to keep me going
but they never kick in
(until i arrive n try n get some sleeep)
whatta long monotonous drive
hardly can keep my sore n tired olde eyes open
finally arrive
staying in a poxy overpriced dogbox
on the eleventh floor
can hardly fit mah bass in the room
construction buzzing n screaming all around
no peace for the wicked
tonite the big one
irving plaza
almost sold out
theyre gonna love us
we gonna rock
yeee haaa!!
man i need some sleep
im burning with tiredness
ok its 4 in the arvo now
soundcheck 6 o clock
im gonna close my eyes for a cuppla hours
will write ya a long one from sellersville pa
(ps im 13 on charts)
love on ya
sk
Thursday, August 10, 2006
neither beast, norfolk
mornin' fiendsss
how the wack are ya
im sittin in the lobby of some hotel
eatin' mexican guaco salad
im drinkin' coca cola fer breakfast!!!!???
last nite we got to bed at 6 am
my phone didnae werk
so i couldnt call nk
i almost smashed the useless thing
the intanet didnae fookin' werk neither
we are now in falls creek virginny
lassa nites gig wassa ok in norfuck
a lovely venue
you shoulda seen the backstage area
does the word sumptuous mean anything to ya?????
there were a suite of lovely luxurious rooms
a huge hot tub (yes i had a dip)
a sauna...
pool tables n ping pong tables
ive never seen anything like it!!!
it wassa shame to have to play the gig...
i felt so glamourous n cocooned up there..
a few idiot talkers in the crowd
they seeem to be mainly women.....
one woman yellin out
YOU HOTTIE!
YOU HOTTIE!!
can someone give her the number of a good optometrist.....
another bimbo... i ask
dontcha ever shut up?
only in the bedroom honey she yells back
gee...is this sexual harrassment????
anyway the gig was pretty good
not amazing...but still pretty good
(amazing by any other bands standards)
after all we drove all fuckin day to get there
and our air cond blew up
etc etc
i aint even gonna bother ya with all our small
technical logistical probs
except to say that everyday
we been driving about 7 hours
anyhow now i gotta leave ya here
we gotta do some radio show
(yawn)
and rush off to tonites gig falls church
(no relation)
where weve sold some tickets apparently
see ya soon
you crazy crazy fiendss
im tired
im worn out
but im gonna soldier on
so that ye may rock
and that thee may roll
bye bye birdie
sk
how the wack are ya
im sittin in the lobby of some hotel
eatin' mexican guaco salad
im drinkin' coca cola fer breakfast!!!!???
last nite we got to bed at 6 am
my phone didnae werk
so i couldnt call nk
i almost smashed the useless thing
the intanet didnae fookin' werk neither
we are now in falls creek virginny
lassa nites gig wassa ok in norfuck
a lovely venue
you shoulda seen the backstage area
does the word sumptuous mean anything to ya?????
there were a suite of lovely luxurious rooms
a huge hot tub (yes i had a dip)
a sauna...
pool tables n ping pong tables
ive never seen anything like it!!!
it wassa shame to have to play the gig...
i felt so glamourous n cocooned up there..
a few idiot talkers in the crowd
they seeem to be mainly women.....
one woman yellin out
YOU HOTTIE!
YOU HOTTIE!!
can someone give her the number of a good optometrist.....
another bimbo... i ask
dontcha ever shut up?
only in the bedroom honey she yells back
gee...is this sexual harrassment????
anyway the gig was pretty good
not amazing...but still pretty good
(amazing by any other bands standards)
after all we drove all fuckin day to get there
and our air cond blew up
etc etc
i aint even gonna bother ya with all our small
technical logistical probs
except to say that everyday
we been driving about 7 hours
anyhow now i gotta leave ya here
we gotta do some radio show
(yawn)
and rush off to tonites gig falls church
(no relation)
where weve sold some tickets apparently
see ya soon
you crazy crazy fiendss
im tired
im worn out
but im gonna soldier on
so that ye may rock
and that thee may roll
bye bye birdie
sk
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
in transit
where are you nevets?
im deep in a dream, muse
im asleep at the bottom of a black chasm
im so far away...
wake up nevets its time you were about
(a phone rings)
from a million light years
my consciousness rises
up n up nup nup
ascending thru my hopes n fears
my past lives
my secret ambitions
up n up nup i go
rising up to myself
my hand goes out
picks up the phone
"steve, hello...."
am i steve?
where am i?
i was so far away
somewhere in a world of pure idea
somewhere out there so far
somewhere in here so deep
"steve its roger kaputnik from the miliapolis bugle..."
auto pilot switches on
oh hi roger...
an interview follows
under the milky way this
under the milky way that
ahh roger..you got the wrong room
under the milky way is in room 1313
rogers got it all confused
he must think its 1986
he must be thinking of the outfield n frankie goes to hollywood
n thompson twins n all the other detritus from those times
did i have to be pulled from my black place
to reminisce about this olde albatross...?
we finish our conversation
roger aint a badde guy
i end up likin' him
actually
i hang up my bone white phone
i sit up n look around
im in a hot room
in a king size bed
i could sleep in it sideways n still have enuff room
we need one o these at home
we could get everyone in this bed
the doodles, the bumper, the twillies, me n duckling, the lot
the a.c. is switched off
its either ice station zebra
or tropical humidity
and i prefer the latter
i hate freezing a.c.
look around the room nevets, what do ya see
well
i see my ipod sittin' in its lil charger
i see my lapptopp
i see my suitcase, an explosion of unwashed clothes
n gifts n bits n pieces
i see the tv set i will never switch on
i open the curtains
outside my room is an empty indoor swimming pool
nevets HATES indoor swimming pools
beyond that a riot of green trees
im in the south
im in ....(thinks hard)
im in...durham, north carolina
nothing would be finer than to be in carolina......
(at bully high we changed the lyrics to sixty niner)
in the mor-or-orning.....
wow im in carolina in the morning
but
well i think that maybe there are finer things...
so far
long drive from atlanta
we laugh n argue n listen to music in the vans
i watch the movie shriek by jeffy vandermeer
which features
*my voice
*my artwork
* our music
and queen hashy-putt
you gonna wanna see this moovie
cos its got yer painting in there
in a virtual art gallery
hangin on the wall as fine as ya please
shriek....its a about fifteen minutes long
its weird...ya gonna love it
ya gonna buy 2 copies
anyhow tonite we roll on to
norfolk virginia
virginia where mah sweet wife natalie grew up
(relive yer childhood down in virginia, duckling)
virginia where johnny fogerty went seekin' shelter from the storm
scarlet virginia kilbey aka baby bumper bumback
whos probably forgotten her ole daddy by now
virginny, where the whole damn thing started
i love virginia
i cant help it
its fuckin' beautiful
its in my blood
sweet virginia
meet virginia
virgin for short, but not for long
well we wont forget atlanta so soon
still feeling energised by that great night
despite all the starbux n subways we stopped at
(sk has veggie patty...it aint too badde...at least i aint got sick yet)
we last nite pull into this weird hotel
we all have a jap dinner
(sks has agi dashi dofu n tofu hibachi + 4 cold sakes)
we come back to hotel
retire to mr dickinsons room
i introduce him each night as roberto dickensian
hes comin on an playin more n more with us
lassa nite he wants to do some harmony rehearsals
on invisible
robby baby olde nevets is too "tired n emotional" for that
we sit around smokin n laughin and tellin' stories about "the day"
i really really like this character
hes a real handsome english lothario
a ladies man, a heartbreaker
a basil rathbone for the 21st century
im so glad he came on this tour
an instant rapport
heatherspace you were right
him n us are a good combo
if you aint heard his record fresh wine for the horses..
well
watcha waiting for
its been on high rotation in my poddy for ages
pick one up at the show
now lets see
some real highlights left
new york of course
chicago...always good town fer us
san fran..they like their choich there too
dunno how norfolks gonna bee
deetroit....yeah its usually ok there
sellersville pa...????????????????
where the hell is that?
im listnin to equatorial stars by frippy n eno
sks music of choice to tap blogg to
and people
my people
my wayward flock
my fiendss n fanss n friendss n assorted knuckleheads
WE ARE AT 17!!!!!
17 with a fuckin bullett
sweet seventeen
heaven seventeen
people
cmon people, we're making it now....
ha ha
we are indeed moving up the chart
displacin' the non entities hoggin the highway
my destiny is to be number one
i will sweep away the metrosexuals
the naked gay boy (not game to read his blogg)
the sexually impulsive girl
(we used ta call that loose morals back in the 1950s sweetie)
the bottom smacked bimbo
(but i DO like the pictures)
those bloody foreigners n their incomprehensible words
the boring olde other ones
im gonna get there
i think i can
i think i can
i think i can
cmon fiendss
get yer friends on my blogg
make up those numbers
stack the party with my followers
summon the faithful
olde sks going straight to numero uno
im gonna rool bloggtown
im gonna legalise bad spelling n self aggrandisement
im gonna wear a crown of words
and rule from a throne of ether
i am the blogg king
and
i can do anything
if you have jazz or vegan delites for olde sk
jus' tell em at the merch desk
theyll putcha durectly in touch
remember fiends
im countin on ya
number one
we can do it
im gonna do mah yoga n chi routine now
im gonna have ta turn on ac tho
its hotter than hell in this room now
i love ya
ya big dummies
sk
im deep in a dream, muse
im asleep at the bottom of a black chasm
im so far away...
wake up nevets its time you were about
(a phone rings)
from a million light years
my consciousness rises
up n up nup nup
ascending thru my hopes n fears
my past lives
my secret ambitions
up n up nup i go
rising up to myself
my hand goes out
picks up the phone
"steve, hello...."
am i steve?
where am i?
i was so far away
somewhere in a world of pure idea
somewhere out there so far
somewhere in here so deep
"steve its roger kaputnik from the miliapolis bugle..."
auto pilot switches on
oh hi roger...
an interview follows
under the milky way this
under the milky way that
ahh roger..you got the wrong room
under the milky way is in room 1313
rogers got it all confused
he must think its 1986
he must be thinking of the outfield n frankie goes to hollywood
n thompson twins n all the other detritus from those times
did i have to be pulled from my black place
to reminisce about this olde albatross...?
we finish our conversation
roger aint a badde guy
i end up likin' him
actually
i hang up my bone white phone
i sit up n look around
im in a hot room
in a king size bed
i could sleep in it sideways n still have enuff room
we need one o these at home
we could get everyone in this bed
the doodles, the bumper, the twillies, me n duckling, the lot
the a.c. is switched off
its either ice station zebra
or tropical humidity
and i prefer the latter
i hate freezing a.c.
look around the room nevets, what do ya see
well
i see my ipod sittin' in its lil charger
i see my lapptopp
i see my suitcase, an explosion of unwashed clothes
n gifts n bits n pieces
i see the tv set i will never switch on
i open the curtains
outside my room is an empty indoor swimming pool
nevets HATES indoor swimming pools
beyond that a riot of green trees
im in the south
im in ....(thinks hard)
im in...durham, north carolina
nothing would be finer than to be in carolina......
(at bully high we changed the lyrics to sixty niner)
in the mor-or-orning.....
wow im in carolina in the morning
but
well i think that maybe there are finer things...
so far
long drive from atlanta
we laugh n argue n listen to music in the vans
i watch the movie shriek by jeffy vandermeer
which features
*my voice
*my artwork
* our music
and queen hashy-putt
you gonna wanna see this moovie
cos its got yer painting in there
in a virtual art gallery
hangin on the wall as fine as ya please
shriek....its a about fifteen minutes long
its weird...ya gonna love it
ya gonna buy 2 copies
anyhow tonite we roll on to
norfolk virginia
virginia where mah sweet wife natalie grew up
(relive yer childhood down in virginia, duckling)
virginia where johnny fogerty went seekin' shelter from the storm
scarlet virginia kilbey aka baby bumper bumback
whos probably forgotten her ole daddy by now
virginny, where the whole damn thing started
i love virginia
i cant help it
its fuckin' beautiful
its in my blood
sweet virginia
meet virginia
virgin for short, but not for long
well we wont forget atlanta so soon
still feeling energised by that great night
despite all the starbux n subways we stopped at
(sk has veggie patty...it aint too badde...at least i aint got sick yet)
we last nite pull into this weird hotel
we all have a jap dinner
(sks has agi dashi dofu n tofu hibachi + 4 cold sakes)
we come back to hotel
retire to mr dickinsons room
i introduce him each night as roberto dickensian
hes comin on an playin more n more with us
lassa nite he wants to do some harmony rehearsals
on invisible
robby baby olde nevets is too "tired n emotional" for that
we sit around smokin n laughin and tellin' stories about "the day"
i really really like this character
hes a real handsome english lothario
a ladies man, a heartbreaker
a basil rathbone for the 21st century
im so glad he came on this tour
an instant rapport
heatherspace you were right
him n us are a good combo
if you aint heard his record fresh wine for the horses..
well
watcha waiting for
its been on high rotation in my poddy for ages
pick one up at the show
now lets see
some real highlights left
new york of course
chicago...always good town fer us
san fran..they like their choich there too
dunno how norfolks gonna bee
deetroit....yeah its usually ok there
sellersville pa...????????????????
where the hell is that?
im listnin to equatorial stars by frippy n eno
sks music of choice to tap blogg to
and people
my people
my wayward flock
my fiendss n fanss n friendss n assorted knuckleheads
WE ARE AT 17!!!!!
17 with a fuckin bullett
sweet seventeen
heaven seventeen
people
cmon people, we're making it now....
ha ha
we are indeed moving up the chart
displacin' the non entities hoggin the highway
my destiny is to be number one
i will sweep away the metrosexuals
the naked gay boy (not game to read his blogg)
the sexually impulsive girl
(we used ta call that loose morals back in the 1950s sweetie)
the bottom smacked bimbo
(but i DO like the pictures)
those bloody foreigners n their incomprehensible words
the boring olde other ones
im gonna get there
i think i can
i think i can
i think i can
cmon fiendss
get yer friends on my blogg
make up those numbers
stack the party with my followers
summon the faithful
olde sks going straight to numero uno
im gonna rool bloggtown
im gonna legalise bad spelling n self aggrandisement
im gonna wear a crown of words
and rule from a throne of ether
i am the blogg king
and
i can do anything
if you have jazz or vegan delites for olde sk
jus' tell em at the merch desk
theyll putcha durectly in touch
remember fiends
im countin on ya
number one
we can do it
im gonna do mah yoga n chi routine now
im gonna have ta turn on ac tho
its hotter than hell in this room now
i love ya
ya big dummies
sk
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
eat a peach!
ok
ok
jus' like in the films
yer humble hero comes goode
oh atlanta you saved the day
a lovely venue
loadsa people
mwp recovery
we play like daemons
powlesy crashes n simmers
mwp rox n rollz
pk is pk is pk
me?
i pluck some bass
i croon some toons
i shimmy n i stroll
like a chicago moll
wow
i feel like im in a real band
atlanta always been so good n kind to us
always
the south will rise again......
thanks so much to richard n dana for vegan delights
thanks to kevin ns mum n dad
who brought the zwack unicum from hungary
(the black bitter herbal liquor that we all love)
thanks to the people we met at restaurant...mark etc
thanks to keithy dee n rylan
(made ole sk very happy to see ya!!!!
please come to aust soon)
im sittin' here now
in a very nice hotel lookin' out over atlanta
huge skyskrapers
a canopy of green trees
a beautiful city
lovely accents
sun shinin'
breezes a' blowin'
i have an hour left to do some chi gong
do some yoga
before another mammoth drive
to who knows where
somewhere else
the final quote belongs to rob dickinson
who as you may remember is our opening act
hes a very smooth english "cad"
as i said goodnight to him in the hotel corridor
he summed it up nicely
in his toffeee nosed british accent
"real gig, real hotel"
sometimes...
sometimes..
zeniths r us too
sk
ok
jus' like in the films
yer humble hero comes goode
oh atlanta you saved the day
a lovely venue
loadsa people
mwp recovery
we play like daemons
powlesy crashes n simmers
mwp rox n rollz
pk is pk is pk
me?
i pluck some bass
i croon some toons
i shimmy n i stroll
like a chicago moll
wow
i feel like im in a real band
atlanta always been so good n kind to us
always
the south will rise again......
thanks so much to richard n dana for vegan delights
thanks to kevin ns mum n dad
who brought the zwack unicum from hungary
(the black bitter herbal liquor that we all love)
thanks to the people we met at restaurant...mark etc
thanks to keithy dee n rylan
(made ole sk very happy to see ya!!!!
please come to aust soon)
im sittin' here now
in a very nice hotel lookin' out over atlanta
huge skyskrapers
a canopy of green trees
a beautiful city
lovely accents
sun shinin'
breezes a' blowin'
i have an hour left to do some chi gong
do some yoga
before another mammoth drive
to who knows where
somewhere else
the final quote belongs to rob dickinson
who as you may remember is our opening act
hes a very smooth english "cad"
as i said goodnight to him in the hotel corridor
he summed it up nicely
in his toffeee nosed british accent
"real gig, real hotel"
sometimes...
sometimes..
zeniths r us too
sk
Monday, August 07, 2006
nadirs r us
this is gonna be short
i gotta leave very soon
and
ive lost my new glasses so
i can hardly see what im typing
dont blame florida
dont blame all floridians
yes yes
there were good shows st petes n orlando n laudydale
there were good people who listened
this is nt about blaming people
last nite halfway thru 1st song marty
gets a migraine, goes blind
(i kid you not)
and leaves the stage
(again)
that leaves me n pete n tim
to do our thing
i wassa real nervous
trying to figure out how we were gonna
roll along on only 3 wheels
sorry no encore
i was kinda flustered
what next?
i know atlantas gonna be kind to us
sweet georgia
keithy f...are you out there?
people
its ok
i love you all
im gonna try to keep on rolling
americas ok
we love the people here
most people in most places dont talk
the tour has been mostly fine
w/ some turbulence
we love our band
we love our audiences
we love to play
dont blame the us
dont blame florida
im sorry if it seems like i was doing that
the beautiful people make it worthwhile
they always have
we will lick our wounds
we will jump in yonder vans
truck our olde asses up ye olde road
we will prevail
i just spoke w/mwp
i think hes gonna be alright
hey its atlanta tonite
one o our fave cities in the world
im only 51 years young
i wanna rock n roll all nite
and drive every day
love
kilbo
i gotta leave very soon
and
ive lost my new glasses so
i can hardly see what im typing
dont blame florida
dont blame all floridians
yes yes
there were good shows st petes n orlando n laudydale
there were good people who listened
this is nt about blaming people
last nite halfway thru 1st song marty
gets a migraine, goes blind
(i kid you not)
and leaves the stage
(again)
that leaves me n pete n tim
to do our thing
i wassa real nervous
trying to figure out how we were gonna
roll along on only 3 wheels
sorry no encore
i was kinda flustered
what next?
i know atlantas gonna be kind to us
sweet georgia
keithy f...are you out there?
people
its ok
i love you all
im gonna try to keep on rolling
americas ok
we love the people here
most people in most places dont talk
the tour has been mostly fine
w/ some turbulence
we love our band
we love our audiences
we love to play
dont blame the us
dont blame florida
im sorry if it seems like i was doing that
the beautiful people make it worthwhile
they always have
we will lick our wounds
we will jump in yonder vans
truck our olde asses up ye olde road
we will prevail
i just spoke w/mwp
i think hes gonna be alright
hey its atlanta tonite
one o our fave cities in the world
im only 51 years young
i wanna rock n roll all nite
and drive every day
love
kilbo
Sunday, August 06, 2006
more gnus from grum.p. olde-basterd
are ya sure ya wanna read it?
yesterday we drove 6 or 7 hours from st petes
we got up nice n early
and we drove
n we got lost too
and we sped down huge highways
avoiding cops n trucks n speeding rednecks w/ confederate flags
we go to places where i cant eat anything
the heat n the fumes n the rest rooms
sitting in a van drivin down the endless road
its a hundred outside
humidity turned up full
thunderstorms
lightnin' strike me again n again n again
we finally roll in to jacksonville late n tired n hungry
(i aint ate anything all day
you see there is no time to explore america
we just gotta get where we going)
and the gig is a fucking hole
no dressing room
no nuffing
the meagre amount of people turn up
they talk all the fucking way thru
why?
a) cos we're boring
b) cos theyre rude idiots
c) all of the above
mwp who works hardest of all
cant stand it
after all that we put into coming here n playin'
they just fucking yack yack yack
i can hear the conversations over the top of music
the gig is 'orrible
mwp storms off stage
half the crowd leaves
he comes back
we struggle to the end
we hanga round packing up
i get to bed at 3
we get up at 9 and on the road again
i guess its pointless sounding off here
the rude ignorant hopeless yokels
who talked laughed guffawed screamed etc
all thru the gig aint reading this
the ones who might be reading were the quiet ones
who wanted to hear..
so i guess i thank them
i curse the other lot
im sorry to man who approached me n told me he read this blogge
i was rude n churlish
sorry pal
ya caught me at a despairing moment
i feel like i wanna give up
it was fucking hopeless
even if you were a band whod been around only a year....
after 26 years i need a gig like that
like i need a hole in my head
is that it?
after everything, now this
oh well
i guess if we'd been any good
you might have listened
and if i was half the man
i think i am
i'd just be happy
and nice
and everything
would be
ok
myrtle fucking beach
please shut up
please dont roar all the way thru our delicate songs
please...
pretty please..
aw, cmon..?
no..
ok
take a bass over yer head then you wankahs
sk
yesterday we drove 6 or 7 hours from st petes
we got up nice n early
and we drove
n we got lost too
and we sped down huge highways
avoiding cops n trucks n speeding rednecks w/ confederate flags
we go to places where i cant eat anything
the heat n the fumes n the rest rooms
sitting in a van drivin down the endless road
its a hundred outside
humidity turned up full
thunderstorms
lightnin' strike me again n again n again
we finally roll in to jacksonville late n tired n hungry
(i aint ate anything all day
you see there is no time to explore america
we just gotta get where we going)
and the gig is a fucking hole
no dressing room
no nuffing
the meagre amount of people turn up
they talk all the fucking way thru
why?
a) cos we're boring
b) cos theyre rude idiots
c) all of the above
mwp who works hardest of all
cant stand it
after all that we put into coming here n playin'
they just fucking yack yack yack
i can hear the conversations over the top of music
the gig is 'orrible
mwp storms off stage
half the crowd leaves
he comes back
we struggle to the end
we hanga round packing up
i get to bed at 3
we get up at 9 and on the road again
i guess its pointless sounding off here
the rude ignorant hopeless yokels
who talked laughed guffawed screamed etc
all thru the gig aint reading this
the ones who might be reading were the quiet ones
who wanted to hear..
so i guess i thank them
i curse the other lot
im sorry to man who approached me n told me he read this blogge
i was rude n churlish
sorry pal
ya caught me at a despairing moment
i feel like i wanna give up
it was fucking hopeless
even if you were a band whod been around only a year....
after 26 years i need a gig like that
like i need a hole in my head
is that it?
after everything, now this
oh well
i guess if we'd been any good
you might have listened
and if i was half the man
i think i am
i'd just be happy
and nice
and everything
would be
ok
myrtle fucking beach
please shut up
please dont roar all the way thru our delicate songs
please...
pretty please..
aw, cmon..?
no..
ok
take a bass over yer head then you wankahs
sk
Saturday, August 05, 2006
nice
what the fuck?
cheer up?
sleep on the sand?
be happy with yer life?
write this?
write that?
count yer blessings?
you want my diary?
you want what i think?
or you want some sanitised version of yes yes very nice?
you want me to type out some namby pamby baloney for ya?
you want me to write some happy songs too?
you want me to be a nice nice guy?
no complaints?
no feelings?
to pretend everything is peachy n rosy?
after all the stuff i write for ya fer free
that i find a cuppla hours a day to send ya this missive
that i religiously write to ya
day after day
you dare tell me what to fucking write?
you think im down on america?
i seen more of america than justa bout an yone here
i been coming here for 24 fucking years
ive lived in la, new york n delaware
am i qualified to complain yet?
jesus christ
I AM LARGE
I CONTAIN CONTRADICTIONS
some days its great
some days its awful
JUST LIKE ANY ONE ELSE
dont fucking attack each other on my blog either
it makes me sick
i dont need any sycophants
i dont need any anti sycophants
i aint no high n mighty fucking hero
im a washed up olde rocker
touring the states
writin'; a bitta blogge
for your amusement
i talk to everyone
fans, fiendss, disinterested passers bye
fat thin ugly rich poor beautiful young n old
i am/ have been all of these
i dont care who ya are
ok you dont wanna hear any negative stuff
no complaints
no downers (maan)
keep it all bright
ok
ok
you can have it just like everyone else then..
hi everyone
gee its so great to be me
its so great to be on tour
floridas real nice
the shows were lovely
the other fellas in the band are so nice too
i mean everythings just so.....nice
there
youve emasculated me
youve turned me into everybody else
and nowv my life is so
nice
nicely done
i nice you
the niceman
cheer up?
sleep on the sand?
be happy with yer life?
write this?
write that?
count yer blessings?
you want my diary?
you want what i think?
or you want some sanitised version of yes yes very nice?
you want me to type out some namby pamby baloney for ya?
you want me to write some happy songs too?
you want me to be a nice nice guy?
no complaints?
no feelings?
to pretend everything is peachy n rosy?
after all the stuff i write for ya fer free
that i find a cuppla hours a day to send ya this missive
that i religiously write to ya
day after day
you dare tell me what to fucking write?
you think im down on america?
i seen more of america than justa bout an yone here
i been coming here for 24 fucking years
ive lived in la, new york n delaware
am i qualified to complain yet?
jesus christ
I AM LARGE
I CONTAIN CONTRADICTIONS
some days its great
some days its awful
JUST LIKE ANY ONE ELSE
dont fucking attack each other on my blog either
it makes me sick
i dont need any sycophants
i dont need any anti sycophants
i aint no high n mighty fucking hero
im a washed up olde rocker
touring the states
writin'; a bitta blogge
for your amusement
i talk to everyone
fans, fiendss, disinterested passers bye
fat thin ugly rich poor beautiful young n old
i am/ have been all of these
i dont care who ya are
ok you dont wanna hear any negative stuff
no complaints
no downers (maan)
keep it all bright
ok
ok
you can have it just like everyone else then..
hi everyone
gee its so great to be me
its so great to be on tour
floridas real nice
the shows were lovely
the other fellas in the band are so nice too
i mean everythings just so.....nice
there
youve emasculated me
youve turned me into everybody else
and nowv my life is so
nice
nicely done
i nice you
the niceman
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