i want everything
the little doors in trees that lead to the underground
the soft clouds oozing between my toes
the neverending saturday afternoon goldentone blur
the morningside liftoff into crimson blue
the dancing child with her leopard suit
the perpetual emphases of youth
moving mountains
rolling hills
babylon brooks and ceramic buildings inlaid with jet
silvertopped peak smothered in snowy cream
mornings in my silk gown scoffing down an old poison
outlook: encoded in temperatures the real story
warning : trespassers will be forgiven
timeline : jehovah made earth on 22nd april at 2 34 in the afternoon
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more than anything i wish to heal
the feeling that i could
the feeling that i could
the feeling that i could if only i knew how
ah kilbey youre so mixed up
yeah i know
i admit to it
somethings coming at me too fast
somethings too slow
who are you man?
i dunno
the day before yesterday i was me you know
and then
and then
what are you trying to say
here?
are you trying to sell em yer uncertainty now?
are you joking?
are you listening to me?
do you remember that time
long long ago
long before deep black time
before you noticed the warmth
and stretched out your limbs
where you floating inside adventure
where you kick back and let the stream take you
where you dissolve
where you surrender
i need it i need it
you witness a struggle for a soul
a sole operator possessed by many voices
pull out all the stops
let me drown then in you
sinking into life
slowing down and getting heavy
attraction crash
rejection smash
collisions inavoidable
i dont care if they charge me a fortune
i gotta do it one more time
one more teensy time
then youll be done
then i'll be through
then youll be finished
then i'll be satisfied
then youll be satisfied?
yes me
yes i want i want and i want
i want this
i want that and that
thats a lotta wanting
the more i want the more i want
it gets worse the more i get
getting worse and getter even worse
the more i get the worse it gets
and still i get more
than i want
youre not seeing the big picture
then describe it for me
i cant its too big
ha!
then what
what what what is the point
no point
what i do is pointless
but we hoped for a point
whos we?
me and the others out there
you dont know them any more than me
yes i do im sks everyman
thats bullshit they dont even know what they want
they wanted a point
a point is a very western way of looking at things
am i a "straight"?
impossible!
youre cracking up
into constituent parts
what do your subscribers think of trash like this?
it aint trash its a glimpse inside my mind..
big deal
muse :its bullshit!
stay outta this
kilbey is mine
i will speak through him
no no
its my turn now kilbey will become everyman
muse : a revoltin' development
ha ha
kilbey is submerging
everyman for himself
anywhere anywhy anymore
i want the machine equivalent of love
i want the grande old emperor of showbiz humbled
i want the drunken cads punished
i want the reliable poetry of plus and minus
and deep long division
i want the mosaic version of events reset
i want to colour you in differently
i want music for breakfast served in a little silver platter
i want autonomous help and hands on freedom
i want the happy endings you cant find in a book
i want a blogge
that rates #1
and puts the textured vegetable protein on the table everynight
everyman
everyday
everytime!
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sounds like mick farren back in his 'social deviants' daze....
You heal more than you know. Knowing stuff isn't as important as inventing, conjuring and imagining. It is what you do with all that stuff that you know. Your words and your music resonate in me like a lingering, echoing mantra.
I reckon you should open with Comeuppance on the european tour.
Dutch Pierre
Amen brother...
Jon Jon
That was a lame blooge, and don't blame yr 'muse' Kilbey.
I am left cold after reading it, your all at sea, time to reset yr compass. I guess it's not realistic to expect gold everytime but you keep on sayin that the good stuff is flowing thru you, unlimited on tap...well it's not, you are mortal and darn ... an everyman, just like the rest of us.
I'll persist and read again tomorrow, I'm sure there must be reason for this glitch in the system.
I want more of ~this~
more more more
how d'ya like it?
how d'ya like it?
faith healing . > i want,
"i want to colour you in differently"~love that line....
last anon, you're tha' glitch
;)=~~~
Steve...don't now...don't ever your dark Shadow.....you know the one...The Hairy Man.. make the running...call the shots..or set the agendas.
It's a partnership not a fucking dictatorship. Work together or he will work you over and spit your empty husk out.
Forget us...just don't let your family down or even more importantly...don't let yourself down. If you are the best person you can be for yourself...then everyone else around you will benefit from who you are...and then...even your Shadow will have to pay you for that one.
"who are you man?
i dunno"
i don't think anybody really knows who they are....not really....we change too fast.
you just don't want the truth, cos you couldn't take it.
The anonymous wise man grinds his axe in oblivion
kilbey everyman
"I am large. I contain multitudes." - Whitman
"When you know that the Source of Love lies within you, you can leave your worries behind and enter the sanctuary for rest and renewal. Your heart is the place where love is born. It is the bottomless well from which you can draw as often as you need to. Every time you come to the well, you drink the waters of life. Your spiritual thirst is quenched. Your sins are forgiven. You are baptized, healed and renewed.
Whenever life shows up differently from the way you expect it to, whenever the problems of life seem to overwhelm you, there is only one place that offers you sanctuary. You must make your pilgrimage there on a regular basis.
Don't look outside of yourself for answers. Don't seek refuge in the ideas, opinions and advice of other people. Don't go into your head and try to figure things out. Surrender all of that, and seek the place where love begins, in your own heart. It is your responsibility to reconnect with the Source of Love when you need to. No one else can do it for you.
It doesn't matter what spiritual practice you do as long as it takes you into your heart and helps you connect with the Source of Love. If it does that, then stay with it throughout all the twists and turns of your life. Hold to your practice. It is your lifeline. When storms come up unexpectedly, it keeps you afloat. Ever so gradually, it brings you home.
When the spark in your heart is attended to, it grows into a steady flame. When the flame is fed by acts of loving kindness to self and others, it becomes a blazing fire, a source of warmth and light for all who encounter it."
Individuality
you know what
you want to be
until tomorrow
_psychedelic furs
Who's the one...tell me, who is the one? You're the Faith Healer...of pained psyches, analgesic for unfulfilled hopes, warm scenes that never came, opportunities grasped but unheld, the things that were wanted but slipped away.
I identified with today's blogge. Lost in Mexico, reflective, replaying the past. iPod carrying around the stored sounds of the Time Being.
oh oh. i got a chaka khan song running thru' my head now.
Your muse is a hoot. I like her. Love the way she gives you a little slap on the ass every once in a while too. ;-)
Oh, and I'm not quite sure why I like this line:
"the dancing child with her leopard suit"
but I really do.
A point is just a thread that's been cut off
As seen from dead ahead
Possibility reduced to a gaping zero
And rammed home
Give us more loose threads
So we can slip into something
A little less inevitable
'colour you in differently' yeah, thats a great line Kilbey and "a point is a very western way of looking at things" ..so true!
What did you eat for breakfast today SK? Muse-ly? Too good!!!
Textured vegetable protein is king. And I'm off to have some for lunch right now. ;-)
Got sucked in again. What a week of posts.
engaging.
revealing.
harrowing.
One of my heroes.
Something in today's post caused me to become almost instantly nostalgic for the
right now. I can easily visualize looking back upon these days of Steve Kilbey's
blog as a kind of "Heyday" of sorts. I come back to read these wonderful writings
time and time again, and am never disappointed. Enjoy this now, while it's in
full swing folks. I realize that I'm preaching to the converted here, but still,
this blog is one of a kind, and totally irreplaceable.
What a gift.
"Pre-orders are now being taken for Mimesis - Art Imitating Life. Go get it!"
Thanks Eek! Just ordered mine. :-)
Wow SK, it just keeps getting better, nice nice stuff! ("nice"... such a nice adjective...)
awww....!!! i can't get the "mimesis" link to work, eek. i get the dreaded "this page cannot be displayed message". eh, maybe it's my work computer, i'll try when i get home.....
awww....!!! i can't get the "mimesis" link to work, eek. i get the dreaded "this page cannot be displayed message". eh, maybe it's my work computer, i'll try when i get home.....
awww....!!! i can't get the "mimesis" link to work, eek. i get the dreaded "this page cannot be displayed message". eh, maybe it's my work computer, i'll try when i get home.....
gee~~do you think i got my message across??? **arrgghhh** blogger's gremlins hard at work again.
hey man...been busy, busy this weekend...just catching up with the last three blogs. glad you got to do something with matt tow. i've wanted to ask you what you thought of the lovetones. i like them quite a bit. i've talked back and forth with him on bjm's yahoo group and on myspace...seems like a good guy. talked about the church actually...all good stuff of course! sorry about the screaming lady...looks like you prevailed though. gotta get...it's my wife's (amelia) birthday today. have some details to sort out...no big extravaganza, just an intimate evening for two. lovely girl...you met and chatted with her at the restaurant and after the show too. she's also a time being reader...just doesn't post ever. but anyway, best thing that ever happened to me. i have love and stability...despite myself! take care man.
There is a point. Always.
I'm having a tvp chilli for din-dins. You healed me and saved me from the rotting carcass "food", SK.
I can't get the link either eek.
xx
но вы реально хотите?
Ack!! See, if I had bothered to check the damned thing I would have known that, but alas, I got cocky and didn't bother. Argh!
Here it is again. Correctly this time.
Mimesis preorder
...and now I'm going to go delete the incorrect entry...
yes, fultiltgonzales; being nostalgic for the moment when you're in it is a state I am most familiar with - it's knowing and valuing the precious; which can be taken in a flash, without warning,... it was gone from both our minds, thought that I I, thought that I I......
and jj, in mehico, same same, smile for us ttb passengers will ya, we all here too
anonymous 1:46; do one better, go on, I dare you
the line that most appeals to me this morning is probably
i want music for breakfast served in a little silver platter
Killer, you're already there, just keep weaving it, breathing it, sucking it in, blowing it out, letting it drip from your fingers and harmonise and echo whirr through your silver platter mouth,
you're inside the ryhthm now, hubba da hubba da, with bells and chimes and therimin, strewn with gold and scarlet, spangling in the sunshine, and whooshing in the cold like creaking sharp icicles...
yeah
Steve Kilbey must not be very lonely these days. He's always having a conversation between a minimum of two people while he's by himself.
John
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