my dearest fiendss....

i love you guys
thanks for your warm n heartfelt encouragements
i appreciate yer kind words
n i feel like a fool (again)
and mr van go has some good points
about being happy to play to anyone at all
and
as a solo artist i am
put me anywhere
and i'll play
but the church has overheads
we got car rentals
equipment rentals
weve got a small crew to pay
weve got flights n fuel n taxis n tax
weve got hotels n strings n repairs
etc etc etc
it dont run on pure love
unfortunately the logistics of this tour
mean it dont work when we only have small crowds
despite all the goodwill in the world
can ya see that?
it isnt only vanity that makes me crave a slightly larger crowd
i mean i dont wanna be at the enormo dome
but we need around a cuppla hundred just to make ends meet
or we can shrink down
jettison more things
we can all sleep in one hotel room
hell maybe let one of the guitarists go
only have 2 drums on stage
or...
or ya can say
hey
we lasted 27 years
we toured n we toured n we toured
we did it
no one lasts forever
maybe it really is time to not tour
and its all very well playing the "big" cities in uk
but who wanted us?
who was prepared to fork out our guarantee
that we need to not bring down financial ruin
the promoter in hamburg summed it up
"the old people dont come to gigs
the young ones want something new
i couldnt afford to put posters up
because it wouldve cost more than you wouldve made
theres no interest in radio or media
you got no record company anymore
but
i'd put you on again because i like you..."
we cant afford a manager
his cut is our meagre prophet margin
we need one of 4 things
1 a big new act aknowledging as as major influence
2 a big new movie or commercial featuring church song
hopefully not you know what
3 someone covering a song of ours and having a big hit
4 a complete revolution in mass consciousness
as for america
we do slightly better there
but only slightly
only just scraping thru there
hey we're old
ian hunter said you gotta be a young man you can never grow old
im 5 fuckin 3
yeah yeah i look ok
we all do
but the kids aint interested in 50 year olds n i dont blame em
yet we dont make oldies music
we still have edge n grit n darkness
and most people my age aint interested in that
we are an anomaly
we fall thru the cracks
we are neither one thing or another
we have been made redundant by grunge n britpop n hip hop
n emo n whoever the hell else is up the hit parade tonite
yet we still remain aesthetically superior to these things
the press dont wanna write about us...why would they?
we aint huge like the eagles or depeachy mode
we aint legendary like nick cave
we aint loverly pop like crowded house
we aint populist n sweeping like u2
we're just the church
our biggest n only hit 20 years ago
twenny years...?
are you kiddin me mister...?
and i wonder why we have fifty in hengelo
which by the way
is a lovely town
the venue was nice
the staff were helpful
and the 49 other people were v. nice
i still rate the dutch as the truly coolest people on earth
except for the occaisional dickweed
by the way
when we did play the hit
marty says that particular idiots dancing to it
made him wanna give up n go n get a real job
im lucky i missed that i guess
i dont resent hengelo
it was a fill in gig
between hamburg n brighton
i just reckon ive done my time on the frontline
i used to get real excited at the thought
of blasting some dark little dive
full of rocknroll
when i was 19...
but now.....
and i dont see the cities i go to
i see a venue n a hotel
i dont get to see many statues n museums
thats why my blogg aint full of culture...
i see the road
and somedays its lovely
a few fellas in a van
the wide open road
a cd pumping
a bit of a laugh or argument
yeah
i'd miss it
miss the camaraderie for sure
but a lot of it is just a numb bum n aching legs
wishing them fucking miles n kilometres away
being nervous at hurtling along in a fragile little body
being tired n lonely n mean n selfish n all the rest
having to be nice
(and i try lord i try)
losing things
breaking things
temper temper olde bean
all the anger n vanity is ill becoming an olde gent such as yerself
go on try n be all things to all people
go on n rock like the son of satan
then come off n be polite while you sign a cd
then be sympathetic when the promoter tells ya
how much dough he lost on ya
n the roadies complain that theyre not getting enuff
to do all the work (and theyre right!)
and yer running as hard as ya can
to stay in the same place
and i miss my fambley
so much
i just missed 3 weeks of the bumpers life...
but look
i aint complaining
i feel comfortable with ya
n im pooring out my heart
im crying on yer soldiers
you know me
i'll be better tomorrow
and hey
im alive
n im (relatively) healthy
n i do get to play n travel
i aint whingeing to you fiendss
im just telling it how it is...
brighten was great
not amazing
but great
boydie says after
wow killer...the english just get it, dont they?
course they do...
a great audience
lifted my spirits
brighton
love reign o'er me
a day off
a swim in sea but too cold even (embarrassingly) for me
wait till that waters up around yer dick said boydie as he immersed in it
yep
it felt like my family jewels were in the grip
of a powerful red hot vice
and i panicked
n got the fuck outta that dirty sea
(it is scummy...you dirty poms)
and the beach is rocks not sand
(fiendss...it aint like bondi)
brighton is full of mutton dressed as lamb
jaguars n prams n weird modern kids
who i dont understand at all
its sleazy expensive n slightly run down
my hotel is rated 4 star
but in most places it would struggle to get 2
everythings a bit worn out n busted
n shoddy
the desk clerk
some olde campy gent said
if ya dont like it
we provide complaint forms
they are on rolls in your bathrooms
ha ha ha!
outside my window the brown atlantic
across that ocean my darling fambley n missus in dela where?
the "balcony" is a tragic carpet of pigeon droppings n ciggie butts
a single bed....puh lease
no room to do yoga
i have to make do
but hey
im not a pig on the way to a slaughterhouse
its alright being me
i just had such high hopes.....
never mind olde rockah
ya got further than most
you did ok
maybe it is time for a revolution in mass consciousness
whats the time again?
sk brighton april 2007

backstage in brighton

yeah
thats right
arrived in the motherland
wheres rikki?
have met legendary church fans out the front
people from all over the world
dan from san diego
a guy from italy
etc
tonites gig almost sold out
last nite was only about 50
the smallest crowd we ever played to since 1980
wow
am i humbled now?
i think so
i do wanna give up
sometimes
obviously we cant tour europe again
its too close to the wire
too near the bone
it dont work playing to 50 people
yes im grateful to the 50 there
it coulda been even worse
even so we had some dutch wally yelling out
"play yer hits...thats what we're paying you for"
thanks pal
you hurt my feelings when i was already down
boo hoo
anyway i did my best
whatever thats worth
not much
i just read a message to anton alfred e newman backstage here
but i cant repeat in case my mothers reading
boom boom
so its nice down here in brighton
home to nicky cave n bob gillespie
neither of whom i presume will be coming tonite
i have been warned not to swim in seweragey sea
yeah...i guess i'll give it a miss
im feeling lonely n scattered
people talk to me but i cant concentrate
my eyes wander
i m disinterested even in someone
telling me im the best thing since sliced bread
i gotta rethink this whole thing
i gotta quit while im a head
i gotta ...
i gotta go
a big blogge 2 morrow i promise
if you thinking of seeing us in london
come...
it really could be the last time
maybe the last time
i dont know
oh no...

disengaged feeling of intermittent blues

hamburg
nice gig
not too many people
thats a shame but we played well
i had some tofu n seitan for dinner
under a lovely tree outside under a warm evening sky
hamburg throbbed along oblivious to my presence
just as it still does now i have left
this travelling can make ya feel real impermanent
some times im unaffected
other times it becomes hard to keep afloat
i saw nothing of hamburg
i did nothing except play n sleep
yoga n xi gong of course
in the warm sun of a german hotel room
at 8 am this smorning
stretch my tired bones out
calm my mind down
i listen to popul vuh hosianna mantra
im listening to it now off my lappy
as i sit sit sit backstage
in hengelo holland
our last continental gig
in a small dutch town
why?
logistics
we dont just randomly lurch about
its supposedly been figured out
availability of venues on certain nights
etc
anyway i feel sad to leave europe proper
not looking forward to you know where
where we fly tomorrow on ryan airways
the wurst in the world that i been on
but theyre cheep, people
and so we get up real early
drive to la dusseldorf where i wish we were playing
fly to uk
drive to brighton
do a soundcheck
dinner
do a gig
have noivous brakedown
commit chop sueyside etc
i really dunno
the future is uncertain
i love the music
but
but but
i dont wanna get on aeroplane
i dont wanna feel exhausted n miffed
standing in queues n lines
today i drove half way from hamburg
traffic on dutch border starts to slow to crawl
roadwork then a roadblock
we talking a big arterial autobahn
friday arvo
all them germans pouring into holland
all them trucks n bikes n tourists n families
all grinds down to standstillion
our 2 lanes become 1 n a half
in our big van i feel like im getting the squeeze put on
between mammoth trucks n steel barrier
then all traffic is slowly diverted into a carpark
everyone on the teeming autobahn
gets filtered thru this carpark
we get waved thru
others in a party stopped searched minutely
dutch cops looking for drugs?
yep or alcohol
or anything you aint sposed to have
within half hour of arriving at giggy
i have been to coffee shop
n purchased jazz smoking materials
thanks i say to red headed dutch girl
who takes me to the shop
no problemsh she says in that strange dutch lilt
i needed to buy shome hashh for myshelf anyway
ok ok
oh its a little strong i must say
peter k procures some absinth
but im unconvinced its the "real deal"
if you think its all frivolity
just remember i did 5 hours in the effing van
flying down the bahn
or grinding to halts
i m writing my blogge
then some kinda dinner
(have no idea how good or what?)
yeah then a soundcheck
then a short lull
then wallop
a gig
boo hoo!

whole lotta hurt for ya get to the bliss

strange life
strange daze indeed
what would i know
yessaday i visit christiana
boy things have changed within copenhagens weed compound
the cops did a big raid n closed down all the stalls
now ya gotta buy it off guys who look kinda nasty n desperate
its still there
but now its more expensive furtive n dangerous
nice work
gee that sure sorted em all out
2 hundred years ago there was no smuggling drugs
you could walk around high on whatever ya liked
there was no customs looking for hashish n opium n coca leaves
you could do whatever ya liked
no one had yet thought to intrude
on this last frontier...mans personal "headspace"
that is, some prick in a government
telling me n you what we can do...
ok its bad for us
let people take their chances the way they do with booze n cigs
booze n cigs killed more people than heroin has or ever probably will
so anyway in the early 1900s
i guess some smart little ratbag in the u.s.
realised they could seriously be able to clamp down
on certain groups...need i say
blacks, the poor, artists, bohemians,libertarians etc
by making dope illegal
ya could bust this lots balls
but your wasp folks would be fine
cos they didnt mostly do drugs
they just drank
anyway
christiana was a shadow of its former self
there was hardly any choice
everyone had same little baggies
100 danska kroner for a cuppla spliffs
bout the same as a 20 in sydney i guess
why is an otherwise law abiding
peace loving man such as myself
forced to consort with crims
jus' so i can have a smoke
or whatever
cmon leave me alone
lemme decide whats playing in my head
cos i dont dig this "straight" world youve constructed
im too big a goose to fit in yer cage
thats right im a goose
but i aint no chicken
so why are the turkeys dick-tating their alpha male jive
to such personages as ourselves?
no i will choose what i do with mah own brain
even if it means breaking some petty rule
that theyll laugh about in 100 years
just like these days ya cant believe
all that other persecution that gets dished out
and its always these same old guys
these bitter stupid old bastards
deciding which war youll fight
what drugs ya can n cant take
(eg no weed ...er have a valium)
because it has been determined
that the need to change consciousness
is only in third place behind foodnshelter and procreation
thats right
i have a god given right to alter my consciousness
it is a deep need within me
i use this change to create the music n words
that are the reason i presume
youre even reading this twaddle
unless youre my mother
in which case she hates drugs
ok
fair enough
she doesnt take them
but she once offered to stop drinking tea
if id stop shooting junket
unfortunately i never took her up
anyway
copenhagen was a good gig
no it was really good
really good on every level
austria was the best so far for me
but c-hagen was still pretty goode
i was talking about "princess" mary of tasmania
n the locals yucked it up beaucoups de ha ha ha
i was straddling n sprawling about
in a vain effort to look exciting
but as someone said
looking like a buddhist ski instructor
or something
anyway good luck to her
hello d'yer come here often...im the fucking prince of denmark, baby!
i mean
thats gotta be a better aphrodizzy-ack
than hi im stanley and im a clerk in the public service from croydon
yeah
howcome no princess ever discovered me
in some bar in sydney
muse: youre never in a bar for a start...
yeah its true i hate bars
except muesli bars with spelt bing-bangs
anyway driven all the way down south in denmark
across on a ferry to deutschland
n now backstage here in the knust club
n writing to ya as we speak
at this very very moment
i had pomme frites on the ferry n watched the propellors go round
on the misty coast of germany
i stood in the sun n fresh air
and the sky n sea both blue...royal blue
and the northern spring is unseasonably warm
its 27 ...
but people are determined to enjoy it
hamburg here i am
the most visceral n sordid of germanies cities
but very bohemian
more chaotic
more wild
what you want mister?
they got it here....
whats that?
oh yeah plenty of that too
anyway
thats it for today
sk

killas pix from sweden

minna n her fringe

me n elli

killa rockin them swedies

killa gives sage advice to hungarian rockers

swedes n turnips

whatta loverly day
we drove over the huge bridge connecting danmark n sverige
oh i love scanda in the spring
arrive at kb in malmo
theres marky s my olde buddy i known nearly 30 count em years
theres martin k my dear olde swedish friend
n sharers of many mis adventures
n therese whos now married.....
theres martin t who i aint seen for years n years
theres signe martys daughter
n then theres 2 certain twillipops
e n a
looking tall n slim n beootyful
(just like big daddy)
we play great
a reasonable size crowd
2 encores
joking around in swedish
the killas gusto re appeared
n i rocked rolled strolled n straddled
bomp bomp bomp went my bass
sing sing sing went my throat
a swede afterwards summed it up
"when i 1st saw you in 1986
youre were just sniffing at it...
now....you let it take you
and you give everything you have"
ah yes
well i'd like to think so
the twillies werent that impressed
but thats the twillies for ya
it was good daddy...but it gave me a headache
see...? no man is a prophet in his own family
nice club
nice place
nice people
minna minny strone came n slept here lassanite
that lazy little devil is still asleep
but i been up fer hours doing my xi gong n yoga
ah....youth.....
well i feel rejuvenated
and ready to rock again
tonite is copenhagen
a short drive away
ah
it aint so badde really
love to veleska ...hope its gonna get better
hope andys heart dont break again
hope davy mattison gets that part in nz
hope b bon is looking after the card board box
hope ryan is happy to be back
hey patty 12 string thanks for attempted jazz delivery
i appreciate it even if ya didnt get thru
today legal dope market in christiana denmark
i'll bee there
for sure
ok
gonna try n post pics soon
sk

danish pastry

dear fiendsss
youll be pleased to know
1 my washing dried( what a saga)
2 my t shirt found
3 about a 100 at gig
4 2 encores
5 today i see them twillie pops
oils well that ends well
but im suffering from a strange crash in mood n energy
no swimming?
no goji juice (i was warned)
whats missing?
be glad to get out of prison like hotel
hooray
another identical one in copenhagen
gee
whiz

and then.....

at the gig
i chuck all my washing in a machine here
its all black n sopping wet
then we find out the dryer is faulty
it dries for 1 minute n stops
n then has to be jiggered with for another 60 second burst
what will i do with no clothes
n a wet pile of stuff
i seem to have lost my alex grey shirt...
or have i lost my mind
my phone continued to not work
despite visits from different workmen
we have sold virtually almost no tickets tonite
but the venue is a corker with great lites n sound
of course
its denmark baby
they do things properly here
except no one wants to see old aussie rockahs on monday nite
i dont fucking blame em
my get up n go just got up n went
why am i struggling on with this?
i just feel de-feeted
under done
too little too late
i dont blame anyone
maybe myself
but who really knows
rocknroll is a twisting beast
im gonna end up with a loada wet clothes
my glasses are busted
im worn out
just trying to keep track of it all
passports n keys n money n glasses n sunglasses
computers n tickets n directions n bravado
so yeah im sitting here in arhus denmark
getting ready to play
thats gotta bee goode right?
but im ugly n olde n tired n sensitive
n i hadda nuff
hadda nuff
this is too much like hard work for me
what am i gonna do with these wet clothes?
FUCK!

nordic sadness falling down

the time being awakes
from a deep troubled sleep
trying to do some impossible task
some mystery achievement
i awake in a small dark room
outside a leaden sky
world drained of colour
then i remember
as far back as my thoughts will go
a town called utrecht
we were a little late hitting stage
but it was good
now no more than a distant set of images
playing n singing
technical troubles
all i ever wantd to see etc....
then find hotel in darkness
check in
try to call fambley but no luck
wanted to talk...never mind...
next day yoga n qi gong in hotel room
big spacious room
lovely bathroom
the sort of bathroom youd look forward
to using every day n night
a powerful stream of hot water
a nice range of bing-bangs for washing etc
thick ole towels
a hare drier
anyway have brekky
the boys from hs7 are down havin a very hearty
(meaty)
brekky
hammy miss pammy
bacony bacon
pressed meaty weaties all speckled with yrchhh!
anyway
my word theyre lovely guys
n a very good band
if you aint seen em yet
you will be surprised
i do wishh however
they could sort out the food
n the ciggies
or they aint gonna be rockin
in 20 years time like yours truly, julie
i mean
cmon
you cant rock on meat n cigs when ya nilly 53
that having beeb said howe ever
your lowly time being has been gorging on euro bread
n euro chockies....totally unvegan, megan
im sorry
at most places i been havin tomato soup n chips
or fries or pomme frites or whatever
predictably and including not swimming
even in this short time
the beings mortal frame has suffered
no exercise
just sitting in cars
like after brekky yessaday
well i had muesli n soy milk
the soy milk i procured for myself from gig last nite
but i also had 3 bread rolls with delishus jammy
i never would eat that at home
in other words im getting fatter again
after five years progress
undone by a weak week or so of chockies bready
n hanging about
or driving
driving the van
when did i sign up for this lark
a hundred n fifty on the auto -barn
jokers in porshies goin past like im standin' still
the van has little torque
tho it has plenny of talk
sometimes i get stuck overtaking a truck or something
n i become a bottleneck
holding up a thousand of deutschlands most impatient ninnies
who beep n gimme fingers n arms up
as they rocket past
after our olde nag has finally gotten past
yipee!
and sunday nite drivin along
seeing all the happy familys
driving home to warm well appointed houses
in some leafy tolerant suburbia
with veggie restaurants n people who clean up
after their canine friends
and i wish n i dream
if i was livin' in that flat there
if that bloke there was me walkin' along
if i was driving that beemer full of kids
if it was me riding along on a bike
holding hands with me girlfriend on her bike
the way they do in holland
anyway
i feel kinda temporary n lonely
driving thru a terrible traffic jam that meant
crawling at 1 k for about 20 ks
and its a manual.....
we stop at first place in denmark
i order chilli burger without meat
they still charge me over 20 aust bucks for it
n a platey of chippy whippies
wow thats nasty even for bondi
we drive n drive
through the gloaming
i get in back pull a blanket round meself
n ipod on
smoke some dutch herbals
but still feel empty lonesome n blue
we arrive in arhus denmark
worst hotel ever
like a network of tiny cells
like a jail cell for not so naughty crims
its suicide hotel
its joyless cheerless
prefabricated
its still a hundred aust bucks a night
everything in here is pale green
my phone didnae werk
i wanted to call nk...
march down to desk
wheres me phone?
gormless clerk: its there
no it aint
gc : yes it is
i go back up
no it aint!
gc : listen im ringing it..hear it ringing
maybe so but its dead at my end
gc: why you want phone?
what? you cheeky rascal....
i wanna call my goode wife
gc : please to use payphone
but i justa arrived ni got no danish crowns
i wanna use the phone in me room
gc :another room then
but i must come with you n i must serve all the other disgruntled
people inevitably gathered here expecting a semblance of accomodation
and instead have found this disgusting shambles of a place
n its hopelessly gormless desk clerk
among them mwp whos trying to park the van
hes arguing with gc
i hang around glaring
i guess he finds me the better bet
than an angry mwp
he starts calling me steve
hes not danish
hes some weird mix of a whole loada things
he speaks a weird soft english
and he starts a little conversation on the way to the room
unfortunately the time being just grunts n shrugs
being uninterested in this banter
he lets me into room with a chuckle
i let you have their room he says almost under his breath
i dont venture to ask who they might be
i hope not mwp n tiare.....
but now i have two singles pushed 2 gether
and no upper bunk bed
(can ya believe it)
pick up the phone says gc
i pick it up
ah ...a dial tone
the gc grins
there you go steve he says in his soft voice
im sorry i was so.....ah.....you know...i say
he says yes steve this was my first week on the job
oh i say dismayed
he goes back off to fight mwp
when i pick up phoney to call tho
when i hit 0 for outside line
the phone makes a sound like a prisoner has just escaped
a whoo ooo eee ooo whoo ooo eeee oooo
im just about beside myself now
off i go
marching thru the tv area where hs7 are setting up a smoke screen
back to front desk
where poor man is in deep argy bargy with mwp
who hasnt been able to park van for almost an hour
let alone getting into a room
if they had a picture
of the word "beleaguered"
they should have this dude
anyway i rudely interrupt this argument
it wont dial out
he jumps behind desk
and fumbles with computer
i dont know why steve he says
i march off in a super huff
n then i explode
JESUS FUCKEN CHRIST!
off i go to my room
take off clothes
what can i do
i lay down on the plank of a bed
knock knock
i explode
who the fuck is it? i scream
its him
oh no
i jump up n pull my pants back on
stumble to the door
"i just want to say i dont know why n i am sorry steve"
great i say
you got me outta bed for that?
(remember it was 2 a.m. n i'd driven 12 hours)
can i call your wife for you in america he asks
no i say
just go away n have a good night ...
i imagine him ringing nk would give her a fright
hello...in his soft voice
please hello is this steves wife...? in america?
no itd blow her mind
i gotta do something about this phone tho
boy i hope hes gone home by now...
i started likin' him n then i couldnt be so angry
ha!
i need to call twillies re arrangements for sweden 2morrow
tonite its arhus
a completely unknown quantity
we're doing ok in copenhagen
but malmo aint sold many tix
i have no idea what we could mean up here
its a gamble
as per bloody usual

double dutch treat

who knows
who knows
anything
not me
where are you
in breakfast room amsta hotel
how was the gig
good
good?
good
tired drunk stoned n good good
but not scintillatingly good
just good
in a loud numb rocknroll good
wham bam a lop bam ka boom
sound rushing in my ears like a river
drowning in electronic racket
bass like a rubbery throb boom boom boom
the words
who dealt this hand
sing
poor singer
singer poor
pour it all out
sort it all out
yeah yeah cruising down this shuddering info hiway
posting posting posting
my life......
can you imagine
so tired
im so tired
sleep sleep sleep
stoned n over n out
green genie out of its bottle
the white widow is following me
with the body of shiva
but i get up n do yoga
i eat bread n jam for brekfast
i do qi gong in my narrow cell like room
i squeeze in all the prana i can get
im worn out
need to fade to black
too much life
head heavy
aching head
so many mistakes
i make so many mistakes
always getting it wrong wrong wrong
heavy headaching hangover
eyes photosensitive
the grey holland spring sky dazzles me eyes
the clock on wall goes tick tick never tock
it s noon
another day on erf
another gig to play
2morrow long drive
but tonite
utrecht holland
you gotta love it baby
you gotta let it roll
you gotta thank lord vishnu
for another chance to rock
the most liberal n sensible country on earth
good on ya nederlands
its on
lemme rock
its only natural
soon
i will
rest

am star damn

bang
the coffeee shop
i'll have a baggie of each
the widow
the shiva
the other two
outside a shady guy says
you wanna buy something?
i say yeah what?
he says gimme 80 euros now
i say what for
he says quick
i say why
he says gimme 80 euros
i say ha ha
go away silly man
you think im a nidiot?
canals
guys sitting round on boats drinking beers
furtive transactions in shadows
familys buying sooveneers
lotta people on bikes
last nights show was good
quite a lotta people
they liked it
we rocked
etc
what can i say
hotel room tonite like a cell
no amenities
very austere
in a basement
tonites gig souled out they say
thats only the small room at paradiso
big room has big metal band on
we used to play the big room once
sigh
pause for readers to become misty
as ttb contemplates his gradual demise
still its good to sell out where we are
why here?
well i guess a lotta pommies coming over
stoners from all walks of life in the eu
to see us rock n blow a number
slip into that universe next door
unlocking that door legally
going with that sweet greene iceing flowing down
amsterdam red light mr what do ya want?
van go go museums?
im sitting backstage
on the net
rockn roll
the heavy metal pounds somewhere above us
i follow the red line to our room
its a rabbit warren of people n corridors down here
waiters n cooks running around
roadies n people from a tv station
a driver who used to drive for us 20 years ago
i rememember this n that he says
soon will go on n rock the nether regions land
more of this
soon

quikblog

berlin was yesterday
today in krefeld in germany
have driven long way
forests
rolling meadows
fields of rapeseed
sausage parlours
cans o red bull
sudden gusts of wind
last nites show good
very tired today
too olde for this lark
when will i be put out to pasture?
sk

good king wencyslash looked out on that beast called steven

jesus
im gonna bee real careful what i say
i donta want 1000 screaming bouncing czechs
a hounding n a pounding at me
luckily my praguish experiences are glowing
(but whatta cliche...how predictable...)
yeah im here to bring ya the olde news that praha
is good ha ha
all the stuff ya heard about
bridges
statues
fountains of the great god poseidon
standing astride a strange doglike dolph-fish
kafka coming out of the seams
you want kafka kondoms
you want a kafka kockroach
gee that kafkas an ubiquitous bloke
statues doing wee wees
yes 2 giant automatons
waving their huge bebeebs around
and peeing water
while a crowd of giggling wimmen
have fotos taken
gee
theyre gonna be disappointed with their hubbies tonite...
we had lunch in veg rest with tofu steaky
nice club
the vibe is very ....oh how shall we say
bohemian
well we're in bohemia baby right here
the real deal
after that
real absinthe
and the white widow pay me a call
oof!
the green genie n the white widow
show was pretty good
no complaints
a noisy guy eventually silenced
but well intentioned
lovely hotel
writing under a skylight
more pictures soon
sk

ummm.....

well beograd gig was ok
i dunno
i did my best
we were ok
the people were nice
but it never really took off
technical problems
etc
i drove the van to praha ha ha
only notable thing was a border guard
leering in to the van
so he says
you like peach juice huh?
as sees me drinking the peach nectar
which is plentiful n delicious up this way
you like peach juice?
but he made it sound very sinister
for miles afterwards im saying
so...you like peach juice...HUH?
slovakia is beautiful
but the roadside stops were all truly sausage parlours
got into prague last nite at 1 in morning
nice hotel
like a huge old house in suburbs
thats it
more tomorrow
killa

im sorry....i fucked up

dear people in croatia
im sorry
youre all right
the stuff i wrote was .....
upon reading it back
was pathetic bitter stupid
and just the kind of ignorance
that i rail against myself here on these pages
ive always been a classic example
of blaming the people who do come to the shows..
instead of being grateful that they came
i dont know anything about croatia at all
and where it might be funny to slag off, say
new zealand or london
or whatever...parts of america
this vile blog made me thoroughly ashamed of myself
if you can accept my apology then do so
i wouldnt blame ya if ya didnt
it was truly the pits
theres no excuse
i m just totally stupid sometimes
iam chastened n sobered by your responses
to the guy who brought us food
im fucking sorry too
i didnt know that was how it went down
put yer email address here
and i'll fix you up
i didnt speak for no one except myself
and it was all wrong
i really am sorry
ive deleted it
ive never done that before
im so angry with myself
i hope ive learned a lesson
the anger was really directed against myself
cos it IS hard being a washed up old rocker
driving for miles
being late
being average
and playing to a big room
with hardly anyone in there
my ill considered views did NOT
represent any one else in the organization
i wish i could take it back...
i was trying to be funny n controversial
i ended up being bigoted n loathesome
im really very very very sorry
it was simply just rubbish
sk

so the rumours are true.......

euro peein' fotos

yeah people
im spoilin ya!

hooked on absinthe n daffodils

oh !
theres a killa on the road
when he was a celt then he wore woad
if you give this man a bass
he gonna stagger every place
killa on the road
the badde news there was no jazz
the good news
mr kn terned up with the real absinthe
not that watered down fucking rubbish
we buy in aust n england
and smirk n say
ha ha dude we're drinkin' absinthe
no baby
this was the real stuff
you know the stuff that drove them olde poets crazee
well seeing im an olde poet
and seeing im already crazy
ttb has a new fave stage drink
real absinthe n sprite
ooh that cloudy grreen likwid
man we may have bin shabby noisy n under rehearsed
we may be jet lagged n tired
but we rocked
rock rock rock n role
i screamed myself , horse
i went to town on my straddle-various bass
like i had no respect
sks catharsis....
i did yoga poses n qi moves
i did the splits
i jumped i stumbled
i boogalooed n i backed off
who knows about the audience?
3 quarters full i guess
who can fuckin tell with these hung-garians
it was so late by the time we got on
what day is this?
who am i?
oh but today
i feel like 13 sumo wrestlers
have beaten me into a pulp friction
druid they dont call the stuff worm wood fer nothing
ok
what do ya expect from a hung over ne'er- do- well
1st thing in the morning
but
no
cos you know im straddlin these contra-dick-shuns
(is he straddlin?)
im gonna have ye olde shower
spiritualise myself
do my yog n my qi
get meta physical
cos youve realised
i am my own opposite
the cleverest n stupidest
the sweaty rocker
n the ice manne
big daddy
the kid
and spooky
i am at the age where i shood no better
but inside theres a teenage hoodlum
who wants to explore the chaos of rock
exploding myths whilst creating knew ones
im ugly im beautiful
im masculine non effeminate
(virgo rising)
im in touch with my inner rascal
and he wants out
let that green genie outta the bottle
straight into my oh positive bloodstream
abuser of substances
fit as a fiddle
grinning grimacing n quoting grimoires
magic manne n class clowne
ha ha
the time beying
the killa
nevets yeblik
stevie jay kay
a nice bunch of guise
who loves ya baby?
who ya gonna call?
tonite
austria
oh vee-anna
what awaits us there?
tune in 2 morrow baby
i need liebens raum
i need to conquer this austro-hungarian empire
im outta my tree, spirit
why hast thou not delivered
that which thou hast promised?

sks hungarian vision in the wilderness

and i walked for miles and endless miles
until i came to the edge of the city
where the great magyar kings waited
dressed in mail n winged helmets
dark n terrible they were to behold
mounted on great chargers
with their retinues of warriors and advisors
and one looked down from his black horse
and summoned me
and i donned my chafing armour
and my faded tunic
my broadsword n axe
swung myself aboard my mount
and we rode for miles through forests full of unclean spirits
over swamp n plain
in the heat of the sun
under the cold silver moon
we came to villages
and slew the men
and ravished the women
and burnt the houses down down down
at night we slept under stars
and bedded down with snakes n beetles
and we marched to rome n jerusalem
and we marched upon infidels n christians
always the smell of blood
and the horses
and the fear
and the sound of the laughing wind
and the lamentation of the widows we had made
the sound of skulls being cracked open like eggs
the groan of slaves
the whip
the harsh orders of the kings
and i saw myself one day
as i knelt to drink from a still pool
and my face was old and weatherbeaten
my eyes n cheeks hollow
my hair n beard tangled n lousy
my fingernails caked with dried blood
my dead n tired eyes staring back
my eyes that have seen such things
undimmed by tears
unable to cry anymore
i hear my voice
in some other tongue
in some foreign language
my croaky dried up voice
my whispering sibilant voice
and it says
some other way
some other way
some other way

who ya trying to get in touch wiv?

yessaday my fiendss
the devil got into olde sk
now please
this aint a happy blogge
so if yer looking for some sunshine
go n read some other olde space rockers blogge
and please no stupid comments
im confiding in you
youre my confidants
no stupid obvious advice
no just chill out, ok?
first of all i have a very complex relationship with the weed
very long
very complex
i am an addict
forget what they tell ya that pot aint addictive
it is!
and i been an addict a long long time
ok it aint like smack
i mean, i aint gonna pawn my grannies silverware to get it
nonetheless
after this long
(i been smoking heavily since i was 21)
after this long
when i dont get it
i can get irrational angry dejected n inspirationless
before you jump on yer silly hi horse
n say just say no
remember
every song you ever liked that i wrote or co wrote
well pot was behind it...
i dont fucking care what ya think
everything has its downsides
and pot has its downsides
but im prepared to accept em
im nearly fifty 3
who out there can really tell me what to do?
im also an endorphin addict
i swim n i walk n i march along
im used to a cuppla hours of hard cardio vasculah stuff
every day
im restless
like my daughter evie
i gotta let off steam
and i go thru withdrawals if i dont swim
just like a guy i knew
a black belt karate guy in sweden
when he flew on a plane to australia
he had remarkably similar withdrawals
as would be experienced by a junky
sweating yawning anxiety
i mean his body was used to a ton o endorphins
every day
and if it didnt happen he felt real badde
any way
yesterday i had brekky
come up to my room
i ve bought this new i-motion speaker system
to do yoga to mostly
cos my olde one clapped out
and immediately as i get it out of its box
a voice
a literal voice starts up
in my head
"it aint gonna work!"
it says it to me over n over
as i put the bits in place
"it aint gonna work"
and then
"smash it!"
sho enuff
the fucking thing will not come on
the light will not come on
i try everything
i reassemble
move it round different sockets
it will not turn on
the voice in my head is saying
"smash that fucking thing into smithereens!"
finally exasperated
n having geed myself up
and all reason n logic out the window
i do something ive never done before
i smash the fucking thing into bits n pieces
all over the floor
i take it in my hands n i rip it apart
jump up n down on it
totally destroy the bloody thing
then i start moaning groaning
swearing n carrying on
inside myself im saying
steven hold on...!
but this anger
this rage
its like fire consuming me
n i smash it n smash it
because i miss my wife
n my kids
specially bumper
i miss my house n my icebergs pool
i miss my dope
i miss my dad
i smash it for all the bad reviews n empty seats
i smash it for jesus n buddha n lucifer
n fer adam n eve
then i go tearing out of my room
who knows where
the girl at front desk
sees me
are you alright sir
to her im just an olde angry looking foreign sod
suddenly i realise im locked out of my room
im locked outta my room
gimme another key
its those flat little keys
a bit of plastic
that you gotta stick in the wall
to make the power in the room work
yeah to make the power in the...
then it dawns on me
stupid stupid stupid stupid killer
ha ha ha ha ha
no power in the room
of course the fucking thing didnt work
it couldnt
i stagger back to my room
the thing lies accusingly on the ground
smashed to a pulp
the girl lets me into my room
she sees the mess
and walks away cluck clucking
i sink to my knees
i wanna cry but i cant
do you know how hard it is for grown men to cry
we wanna cry cry cry
but its so hard
i need the release
but it wont come
im trying to cry for a million things
all the times i hurt people
n they hurt me
everything
because i never had a good cry about grant mc
because i never had a good cry about
the chaos i caused in the badde olde days
you name it baybee
i wanna cry
i wanna cry myself a fucking river
i wanna drown in my tears
wallow in my misery
nothing else matters
fuck buda pest
fuck being in a band
fuck this n fuck that
fuck you
n
fuck me!
(sorry joycie)
i met another member of our party n i confide
dont tell anyone i say
as soon as they getta chance
they do
n everybody knows
i turn up to rehearsal
tims been in there for hours
tim plays drums
but hes our technical guy
while im swanning around
goofing off n bignoting myself
tims usually got his head in an amp
or retuning the p.a.
or sorting out our in-ear monitoring
i walk into the room
its dark with a fluoro light
its full of fucking amps n shit
n i hate it
i start complaining immediately
tim looks at me sadly
fuck i hate to let him down..
please killer
i been working on this all day
n now youve demoralised me..
the rehearsal is a shambles
we cant agree on what songs to play
n we argue n carry on
when we do play
its like ive never sung or played in my life
my muse n my ability have been roasted in my meltdown
n theyre staying away in spades
the heavy bass hangs round my neck like lead
killing my shoulders
the music is loud n discordant
every cymbal crash n guitar solos
rapes my poor screaming ears
im jet lagged n gotta head ache
me n marty go outside
he tells me bout his mum
now me n marty have had a few arguments n fights
but i love this man n i start sobbing
as we sit there in the sun on some steppes in buda
and he tells me about his mums last hours
very calmly very rationally
how can he keep it together...?
im choking back sobs
my nose is running
my tears are flowing
but im trying so hard to keep it all in
its his mother for godsake
mister, you only get one of them
i love my olde mum so much
i know igotta lose her one day
and im crying for tim who lost his mum to cancer
when he was about 8...
and god....
we go back in n keep trying to rehearse
marty is the very picture of sanity n restraint
but im acting like a total jerk
peter says the wrong thing to me
and THATS IT!
im fucking outta here
i flounce out
my huff arrives n i leave
as i walk out tim says cheerfully to othrs
well maybe we can rehearse a bit without the killer...
ive let em all down
i come back to room
where despite exhaustion
i toss n turn
cant get to sleep
everything seems so pointless
i talk to nk
oh so lovely to hear her voice
she talks me down a little
and i get up at 5 30 this morning
do my routine
n now im gonna have a long long power walk
try n get some endorphs flowing
so there you go
anyone who writes
ah killa chill out
im gonna find yer address
come around yer house
n complain n whinge n whine n wheedle
until you cant stand it
there you go
im a jerk n a prick
i act like a baby
im spoilt n stupid n not a team player
sooner or later i piss off everyone...
there you go
your sage unmasked
just a big idiot
who also happens to be able to write good lyrics
but other than that
A RIGHT BASTARD!

the glorious ascension of the timebeing in the eastern block

ah
arrival in hungary
had indian for lunch
mm lovely
then i had tomato soup n salad for dinner
at the absinthe bar
so guess what i drank there you foolish fiendss
but not the really good absinthe
oh no theres some better stuff
the one that smacks you round the kisser
and chucks ya into the universe next door but one
and damn it i just had my first hit of zwack
straight from the minny bar
plus kind mr z gave me a lil herb for my brain salad
kind mr kn also on hand
so far so good
lovely hotel
lovely hotel
nothing ultra fancy
but very elegant classy functional and inviting
the ratbags who put british hotel rooms together
should be made to study this
may i say without offending boydy n the rest of the poms
and remember i can say this cos im english
english hotel rooms are shoddy n bloody 'orrible
so too fucking scottish irish n probably welsh
even the good ones
why cant they get together something decent
in the way of a hotel
?
now im eating a
hungarian chocky bar
something i dunno
its real good tho
the alcohol has put me in a slightly stupid n belligerent mood
but there again what else would ya expect?
i look up n catch sight of my own face
with my short hair n reading glasses
i could be somebodies professor in a horror movie
did you know when i was 13
i was riding alongside a rail
looking at some kids playing
when i collided head on
with one of the keane boys, the milkmans kid
and i came off my bike like superman
flying thru the air
in my mind in slo mo
then i headdive straight into young keanes pedal
one of those sharp metal ones
i thank lord vishnu for preserving me
coz one tiny bit lower n it woulda been my right eye
but i just had six stiches right on my eyebrow
ie it did not mess up my pretty face
however the eyebrow n under the eyebrow never
completely went back down after it swelled up like a balloony
and so you see my eyes have very different shapes
when im looking up which i am now into the mirror
the puppyfat n drug bloat have left my cheeks hollow
and i am again quite angular
my hair is short n straight
its fine n thin
my beard is creeping white up my face
the lips that i admire on evie k
draw no response placed in my own face
i surprise myself when i look in the mirror
different lights reveal me to look very young
or very old
freckled or hardly none
i like the glasses but theyre just for reading
my nose is a nice shape but its always red
which kinda cancels the other out somewhat
i have bags under my eyes n wrinkles
but by some weird chance
i enjoy looking like this
much more than all the other olde mes
i just feel at home
and my face truly reflects who i am now
after the reshaping processes of life drugs time
sorrow anger booze etc etc
but yoga n qi gong n swimming
have also rewritten a new sincerity honesty n austerity
on my dial
im happy to be me now
yes that is my face
its ok
hey theres a lotta much much much handsomer geezers
and much much much younger too
but i dont begrudge em their looks at all
its all skin deep baybee
or is it
true beauty shines thru any veil
and an ugly soul is never masked by a pretty face
to tell the truth i get more excited by a handsome man
than a pretty woman
theyre more rare n can be more exquisite
but usually marred by vanity too
like watching beautiful children slowly realising the power
they have over people...
its sad
self consciousness is one of my most loathesome traits
but its also part of my make up
you cant subtract one from the other
without some extraordinary means
such as
sex
drugs
magic
yoga
qi gong
meditation
exercise
you know
all the usual suspects
i gotta get outta my head baybee
when i am in the darkness why do you intrude?
the tb gotta leave sk behind
it happens on stage
ttb totally takes over
i will will this possession
i will allow the being to have me
and sk will be tied to a silver chair for 2 hours
while the being lets the rock get unleashed
look out europa
the time being is back
and hes ready to rock
so if yer too olde or too young
too smart or too dumb
you better getta outta my weigh
im gonna move it remove it groove it and soothe it
im gonna sing whisper scream and ululate
and all the rest of that bullshit
tomorrow
hungarian rehearsal!
oh
and i knew i'd forgotten sumthing
my camera
boo hoo!
i'll try n sort out somethingo
sk

fly-boy

easter monday morning
i ring my little duckling in dela-where?
but shes busy putting bumper to sleep
and that can be a fiddly n tricky task
sometimes the bumper pretends to go to sleep
so as you sneak out
she can open her eyes
stare at you sadly..
pack yer bags..youre going onna guilt trip
i listened to both gilt trips the other day actually
i reckon i'd like em if say
rikki mon-ami from the braying jungstown madagascar
say he stuck gilt trip on my pod
and i stumbled upon it
the way i stumble on all these other great things
he put in my pod
but no wundah the music biz is going down ye olde draine
i mean
i dont even go in the ten dollar cd shop no more
note to non aust residents:
full price cds are about 30 bucks here
but i mean i sat around my anonymous friends house lassanite
we was thinking of the most obscure stuff
we could think of
i remembered seeing an advertisement for a band called affinity
back in 1970 in the nme
so i say see if they got affinity
i mean iesus christos
affinity is gotta be pretty rare
maybe...maybe
mwps got it
i wouldnt be surprised
but sure enuff
the internets got it
bang
we'll have that
its blurb reads psychedelic jazz blah folk pop fusion
(read: its probably atrocious bullshit)
but hey you want rarity
i read somewhere that true fans
will buy music if by their faves
and especially if "indy"
even tho they could get it for free
(hint hint)
no no
i trust you fiends
its like subscrbing to this blogge
some people
they know who they are
i know who they are
have been ridiculously generous
and i do most 'umbly thank 'em
others have been very fair
and to them i again say thank ye kindly
these people have more than made up for those
who dont care to subscribe
and thats how life is
you winsome
you lose sum
if it was me i probably wouldna gotten around to paying either
fuck i dont even thank the people properly for gifts theyve sent
like memmy mem from memland
a copy of gospel of judas
but also in a cover handpainted
with bottle of jaeger on front
n can of red bullshit on back cover, lover
i must say this mem
its hard to read
with the gaps n fragments n footnotes
i mean it aint:
hi im judas iscariot
and last nite
jesus h christ walked on yonder water baybee
i mean the nazarene he was aqua-ambulating y'all
no its like a few words n then copious footnotes
which say that the word "love" you just read, say
actually in this aramaic or hebrew or whatever
those cats were talking in
well it says love could also mean hate
or loathing
or it could mean flowerpot or riverbank
and a lot of scholars are going for the vase option...
can you dig this broken up narrative that judas ends up being
im afraid i temporaraly stalled
ive started american gods by neil gaiman
which rusty swears is a good book
it better be rusty
i dont wanna find out at 18 ooo miles over borneo
that this books boreing me to teers
but the letters are printed big
and thats a start
at least
yes
this arvo
me n powlesy koppes n johnno
our lighting man from the last 20 odd yeers
n mrs tp
will all fry to london via some singer-poor
or bang cock!
one or the other
to start our euro tour
now im hoping to have a treat for y'all
i said hoping didnt i
im gonna take my camera n try n post some pics
as i flounce around europa
visiting places i hope the jazz is gonna flow
thats right if you coming to our say
transylvanian gigs
and you think boy itll be hard for the olde being
to do any jazz numbers tonight
and you think
hey my uncle hugo left a stash of sweet jazz
in my top drawer
then please please
children of the night
bring it on home
a different kind of subscriber you shall be deemed, childe
yes a jazz donor for all time exonerated of pecuniary payments
just knock on the door n say
jazz sent me
but beware
in the u.s.
naughty people using invoking name of sacred jazz
coming thru door n saying whoops no jazz but anyway....
well let me say
i frown on that behaviour most solemnly
and have been known to lash out emotionally
at such wags n trickstahs
obviously in holland for example
this jazz service is self service
so no need to help there
but otherwise
whatever
anyway
look at me
calling out
loud as thunder
i should be suiting my pack case
i should be watering the goldflowers
n feeding the fishplants
i should be washing up
washing down
washing around n around
rinsing off
rinsing on
rinsing yer daughter
rinsing yer son
sweeping the floor
flooring the taxi
get to the airport
sit on the planey-waney
please mr captain with yer goldstripes n peeked hat
fly me safely if not for my sake
then for all them kids i got
and all my blogfiendss
broken harted if their tb
bites the dust in some awful crash
let him have his vegan food
not to be hassled by gay stewards
or kicking brats behind
nor persons overflowing into his seat
when he needs to sleep
when hes thru pacing the isles n aisles
and watching the stars
n lights of distant cities behind their walls of chloroform
make the olde being so lonely so lonely
next posty will be from bewda-pesto
zwak!

because i can...

what do i care if some silly sods done a new version
of utmw?
what do i care for all the constant reappraisal
the experts pontification
let em dissect me
i cant feel it
let em say what they want
or let em ignore me if they want
i am what they say i am
well theres show biz
and theres the time being
why would i be here otherwise?
do i chart the everyday for everyman?
do i navigate the safe waters of the mundane planes
like everybody else...?
no no no
the being is your vanguard
the being does the things with his mind
that you dont dare to anymore
the being is in a permanent state of arrested childhood
the being is still open to the spirits of the mineral world
the being with its past lives flowering like a damaged parachute
i have reached this position....
interesting
hmmm
a strange position indeed
its my niche
now let me occupy it
it so easy to be even half-good
in this half-bad world
a bit of this
a bit of that
oh the easier it gets
the better it is
cant you understand i am torn between great confidence
bordering on obsessive vanity
and a terrible doubt
a terrible feeling of failure
i need to master everything
i pick up a fucking ukelele ...
if i aint written a song in 2 minutes
i furious
fucking uka -laylee
gimme my 4 string bass
that heavy little mother aint never gonna run outta riffs
oh my sweet sweet bass
best bass in the world
rolls royce of basses
organic bass
pure bass
warm bass
you gotta love warmth baby
i donta wanna mah bass to sound cold n clanky
i dont want no zingy rickybacker bass
i dont want no dirty gibson neither
i want the king
the leveller
the definitive instrument
i want the straddy-various of basses
mister im talking about the fender jazz bass
it just is alright
yeah yeah
people play others
but they know jazz is best
smoke jazz n play jazz on my jazz n all that jazz
oh its the feeling of the best...
oh bass still a mystery to be unravelled
im just getting started
my fingers think of stuff themselves
and my heart plays all the sharps n flats
and my mind figures out the interweave
and my spirit tries to keep it simple
but my brain wants to chuck everything in there
im under a spell
a good spell
an improvement spell
you wait
youll see
youll say
most improved of 2007
the time being
good boy steven!
because i can
i do this
because i can
yeah you could come up with a dumb comment
that lasts one line
you may even come up with a smart comment
if ya lucky
but can ya sustain it baybee
day in
day out
knocking it out
just because i can
we aint got dylan thomas no more
we aint got arthur rim-bo or william s.
who we got
i dunno
martin amis?
a few fiction writers
john crowley (yeah!)
i dunno
whos trying to reconcile all this stuff?
fantasy magical realistic mythological
surrealistic beatnik bohemian hindu
rocknroll hodge podge of pure bullshit
yessir that'll be me
thisll be my stop
im live to air here
i done all those things youve dreamed of
and i lived your nightmares too
at least some of them arky-types
i aint easily defeated by impossibility
i mean i wanna hear sideways music
i wanna see sculptors sing in steel
if you resisting this
im puzzled then
do i feel resistance?
the proof in the pudding
with the brandy n the currents
ive had so much field experience
sitting here
listening to yellow6/portal
thanks ricky miami
another innately grroovy guy
i have to admire
even tho im old enuff to be his farther
ricky miami youve hidden so many gems in my pod
every days a musical mystery tour
so sitting here
i think of all the hotel motel make you wanna die
i think of all the notes ive plucked
all the words i sang
all the arguments i had with pricks idiots n ratbags
sometimes all of the above
i think of the flights
cold sweating in a cramped seat over some icy ocean
or middle eastern hotspot
all the hands i hadda shake
all the babies i hadda kiss
all the promises i hadda make
all the rehearsals
all the cars n limos n vans
the helicopters n the ferries
the unions n the managers n the roadies
n the deelers n the heelers
n the crews n the audiences in spades
screaming for the time beyings blood
expecting something no one could deliver
anticipating something so sublime yet...
failure is built in to it im afraid
gotta keep trying
barking up wrong alleys
running up dead end trees
running up bills
running up the shops for energy drinks n a packet of tally-ho
kidsa saying where you going king rude daddy?
go daddy go
somebody rings me up
they say are you stevie kilbey oh boy
i say yes i am whose this boyo?
they say oh stevie kay kay im your number one fan
i say whatdya think of uninvited
they say scuse me?
i say can you name me any song other than under the milky way
they say under the what?
i say do you know any song at all?
they say oh no i guess you got me there..no good with names
i say what you want?
they say nothing
i say who are you
they say no one
i say where are you
they say yeah you guessed it nowhere
huh
howdja like that?!
so does that ever happen to you
i m really living this large up to the hilton
im some pathetic peter pan with 'is white beard
poncing about on a stage in buda-pest
or maybe penrith panthers
cept in budapest kitty kat coulda gotten in
but they shoo'd her away at penriff
poor kitty kat
up in darwin
no gw
no ir
she gotta keep hopin ole sk keeps on keepin on
imagine if you send in a neggy comment n i die nexta day?
oooh eek a mouse might come round n find ya!
but if you can blogge on the otherside
poor kitty kat
then i'll send ya a sign
like yer ipod ll throw me on shuffle 13 times inna row
or i'll make ectoplasm appear all over yer cubicle at work
people be nice to me now
im olde
i deserve some tlc
no no not slavish sinko-phancy
back off there you weirdos
ha ha
ah now you may approacheth.....
just consider my delicacy you see
i am the delicate bricklayer
and a whole string of oxymorons
all self aggrandizing my puny self
now projected on yer multi-screen
in all its pixellated graininess
im just letting off steam
i cant shut it down
it wants to stream
it wants to get out of my head
it craves the internet
it craves instant transmission
im sitting here
somewhere ya cant really imagine
but in five minutes
some dude in cairo'll be reading this tripe
wowee
im drunk with that power
that icon thats says
" publish this mess right now!"
that feeling ya get when ya let people
all over the place read yer fuckin' mind
well now my lifes a soup opera
jus' like they always said it shoulda been
you read about the doodles n the bumper
boy there some characters for sure
in the finer focus of dopes trance
where i sift thru my one inch thoughts
and decide it couldnt be done
this is it... cyber poems for a buncha blog fiendss
whatever ya wanted
whatever ya thought you gonna get
anyway
i should be doing the washing up
i should be packing my soup case
and chequeing my geemails n oh boymales
i should grow up
cut my job n get a hare
come outta my silver panelled cocoon
earth to kilbey
earth to kilbey
can you hear me mayja killa
can you hear me
can you hear me.......

i-brain shuffle

east of sunday
in a bizarre n seemingly random universe
opened up by ritualized movement
the eagle fills me with sight
easter
oh renewal
oh rebirth
i see all the beautiful places
no longer existing
the green and tree lined street where i lived
in biblical times
those white white houses
in the nice part of jerusalem
oh yes there some nice parts
cool arbours fountains amazing views
music the cabbala my furniture
it was our present
our everyday
we knew no other
we enjoyed the luxuries of warm nights
a warm night is universal language
an evening descending
like your lover coming down a spiral staircase
oh words fill your mouth with praise
to me everything is personified
im having relationships with inanimate objects i hardly know
the wires are shrieking out to me
as i past
as i am transformed in the liquid time
gliding down the years
i remember this day long ago
this very easter sunday
waking up on a camp bed beside my parents
and finding a little box of chocolates
with an egg in the middle
as smart as i was i never tried to decipher the symbology
i didnt stop to ask about what it all meant?
a chocky is a chocky is a chocky
and my father said all these things that made the ladies laugh
and i wanted to make all the ladies laugh too
but when i got my chance it never came out right
easter meant a big crowd
and now i realise they were all drinking...
is that why the ladies were all laughing?
i watched a film of this period
everything swaying 46 years ago in an orangish glow
the men in white shirts n greased back hair
all clutching big dark cold beers
the women all sit together giggling
as the camera man (my father)
swoops in and films their legs
occaisionally a little freckle faced kid
with dark hair runs about thru the frame aimlessly
hey thats me
i didnt even know i was the time being then
but some awful restlessness was gnawing at me
i dont know why you should care
and maybe you dont
my childhood was still more enchanted
and im so grateful to the people who made it all possible
made it possible for me to be a childe
and for me to indulge in my long imagineering
when i'd disappear for hours with a deck of cards
or a bag of marbles
later on i got a double breasted pinstripe suit
and wore it to uncle ken n aunty irenes wedding
then a few months later
i wore it to my 1st girlfriends big sisters christmas party
and i stood on her verandah as they all laughed at me
in a nice way
cos i was wearing a suit
and there was a guy there called claudio
and he was playing wild records on the record player
and he was younger than me
but he seemed infinitely more groovy
t t bs questing beast :
finding guys who are "groovier" than him
and slavishly admiring them
you know i do it with sam s
n a few others
anyway
the past is waiting
very patiently
for us
theres something in it for you
if you dare enter another mans past
oh easy there...!
take off your shoes
and dont trample my memories sunshine
its easter sunday eternal
palm trees the passover
christ riding that little donkey
just like it says he would in the old test
they cheer ya one day
they murder ya the next
such is the fickleness of fame
jesus who wrote such good lyrics
to hits like
ah...just forgive em
and
hey try n love that bastard a little
and
the meeks shall inherit the world
and you laugh laugh laugh
didnt you
you say
oh man dont give me jaysus sk
no no no
indeed
no proselytizing here on my blogge
just
you know
hey
this man was something good
even tho bad guys twisted it bitterly
the original man was very nice
or whatever
you dont take religious advice
of an olde washed up pop singers blogge do ya?
my advice is open up to possibilities
thats it
youve created a veneer
but its keeping you in
as well
as keeping it out
a guy made a million bucks by thinking of
dont worry be happy
it was there for the taking
like a ripe fruit fulla money
people wanted to pay to hear him say it
dont worry be happy
im suddenly distracted
ice formations glitter in my minds eye pod
stalignites
i dont care how its spelt
im spellman not spell-man
spellman was a guy i could admire
with his hair n clothes
boy what a dandy
i'd hate to meet him these days
oh there were a few of those local legends
always in the thick of things
wherever it was all happ'nin'
there they were
backstage with the band
or at the mall with some girls
or in the winning footy side
or catching the biggest waves
always dressed just right
in bone cords n houndstooth flannely
with suntanned feet
and sunblonded salt twisted hair
i am but a shadow of these guys
these long gone half imagined idols
hanging round bowling alleys
drinking fanta
and waiting till the girls from another school arrive
can you play a guitar
no but im trying to learn
im too skinny for football
and i cant see the sense in getting hurt
for a stupid fucking ball
i cant bear to see my pretty face messed up
thats why i always declined a fight
i seen a busted nose n a black eye
and i liked my nose nice n straight as it is
and my teeth even though they were a bit yellowish
with white patches at the front
well i didnt wanta lose em in some fight
better to lose face
than lose ones face
thats my saying
you can use it if you want
but please credit me if you do
its just common courtesy isnt it?
im gonna go n have a falafel with my brother john
bye now

many are called...few are chosen

being here
i m f@#% ing steve kilbey, aint i?
(this time)
a cab driver
swerves to the curb
are you f@#$%ing steve kilbey?
youre the best famous person i ever had
he says
i give him a five dollar tip
but not the most generous he sighs
well that isnt true....
no actually there was a cab driver
wasnt there
is that the truth or the facts?
does it matter?
do you think everything you read is true?
do you think bobby dylan shot a man
and took his wife to italy?
muse : what are you trying to say?
me : something about veracity...about jesus
muse: i thought i felt something religious coming on..
me : no muse...well you know me..
i aint no christian runnin' dog lackey
muse : oh nevets you always had a soft spot for the nazarene
me : yes muse, though do i abhor the twisted mess
and the evil wrought from the super-prophets words
muse : are you sure it was jc himself who spoke or
let alone wrote those words?
me : whoever it was...i'll take him or her..ok
cos even thru the translations
even thru the ludicrous hatchet job in nicea (nice ah one guys!)
even thru all the blah blah blah
man the nazarenes words do find n blind my heart
even if it is a kinda fiction
herein lies an ideal
dont write in with all jcs negative aspects
the dude was a man
he was of his time and place
just as we ALL are ,baybee
but i dig the bits where he just cools em out
oh to have that power
a truly cool star
one who soooothed
one who healed your blues n bones both
im sure the nazarene would have been an amazing rock guitarist
if he had but been born in this age of quarrel
oh god he was the son of god
but so are you
he was the son of man
and so are you that...i guess
he woulda wrenched some heartbreaking sobs
outta a fender strat
he would have written songs like psalms
a way of illumination
take your sutras call them parables
thats the connection baby
the nazarene n buddha (you fat bastard)
both trying to get you to see
if you had faith you could move mountains
i mean that happens at whatever meta-level
you wanna deal with it on
dont tell me to choose between the 2
i take the good bits that i like from all n any of em
people who could show ya different ways of looking at things
like lord krishna who just defied every rule in the book
he had 16, 000 wives
christ, imagine remembering all those birthdays..
and anniversaries
hmmmm
muse: nevets lost deep in thought
hi let me introduce myself
i am...
(drum roll)
nevets muse
my real name is
oh
you dont have the pixel arrangement
that would allow my name to appear here
i guess a lot of you are thinking
why nevets yeblik?
am i just nevets yebliks muse n no others?
well part of me is nevets only
part of me is for all his incarnations
but most of me is everybodies
if they but realised it...
what our friend herr jung
may have referred to as the collective unconscious perhaps
freud n jung were standing at a urinal
and after they finish
freud washes his hands
jung doesnt
freud says my dear herr jung
in vienna we are taught to wash our hands
after urination!
and jungy says (get this)
my dear siggy olde boy
in geneva we are taught not to piss on our fingers
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you see i can do visceral too
and pschykiatrist jokes
all sorts for your easter selection
rants with soft centres
poems deluxe whorls
creme de dictionary
i serve all types in all weather
anywhere anyhow
nevets is plugged in constantly now
he is literally spouting prose all the time
i dont let him have the good stuff all the time
naturally
but he sometimes gets the best
nevets i say to him in his mindnheart
heres some of my own private stash
something potent
whoa boy whoa i say nevets yeblik
you know you cant take that much in-spira-ayshun
all in one go
hes greedy man
hes a grreedy manne man
he wants to play with the big boys stuff
and quite frankly
between us 800 or so reading this
i dont know if he can take it
i dont know if he really knows what hes getting into
or even if he deserves it
anyway i should snap him out of it
he tends to drift n digress
he IS getting on a bit you know
i know you wont believe this
but i like him much better now than i used to
he used to fight against everything
even me
when i was giving him pearls to cast before his wine
when i'd lay something gorgeous on him
look
i will say this
he wasnt that nice a guy...but he never abused me
like some others abuse their muse
abuse the muse
a study in losing yer ability to come up with the good stuff
no problem for me or young nevets
dont you worry
he aint gonna be the great white disappointment
poor nevets believe me his own standards crucify him
even his worst songs contain something nice
thats why he expects the best
mediocrity crushes him especially his own
all those songs lost on cassettes
everyone of em cooked up with care n integrity
nevets imagines his listeners are in on the joke
nevets wants your money and your love
nevets wants to make you laugh and cry
nevets yeblik the class clown
the one who shoulda remain unrevealed
just another writer pouring out his heart
just like shakespeare would do if they had blogs in his day
yes yes
i knew a muse who was with sweet william
oh zeus that genius could go go go
by candlelight in bawdy houses
he was knocking stuff out
and thats what its all about
yeblik is quality AND quality
volume is important for a man whos just throwing it off
nevets got his direct feed
and sometimes i open up the tap n let it flow
go nevets
go go go
nevets j yeblik
should i wake him up from his trance
imagining krishna n his 16000 wives
n contrasting it to the nazarenes (supposed) celibate life
nevets wants to reconcile it for ya
he wants to show you in his way
but hes not sure what he wants to show you
something...
thats for sure
but just what it is...
i mean i could help him if i wanted to
but
hes gotta pay his dues
hes gotta do more yoga
hes gotta swim more laps
hes gotta play more gigs
run his hands over that bass for the umpteenth time
then maybe
bit by bit
piece fitting into piece
in tiny fragments
maybe maybe
baybee
some new clue
then
off he goes
ready
steady
KABOOM!

ok friday

a strange day
even for a strange man like me
some sad news i shant be the 1st to reveal...

im sitting here alone
gravenhurst is playing on the eye boxx
outside a cold rainy night has come down
nk n doodles n bumper have flown the coop
off to the u.s. to visit family
so here i am feeling a bit lonely
the empty house so devoid of children
often ive wished for this; the solitude the peace
but now ive got it.....
dear god please
see my fambley safely home
so im sitting here
eating some candy n typing my blogge
on monday i leave for europe
and all that continental jive
i dunno what to say...
im lookin' forward to it
im open for whatever may happen....
rock on ! or something...
hey its gonna be great
are ya comin?
fandroolin' yeah
i finished the golem
wow!
prague baby...you gotta love it
anyhow
its the day they say that j.c. got nailed to that cross
typical
the cat says some nice things
then they bang him up
excruciating
i feel today
the iron tips of the nails against my flesh
the red spurt as they hammer them home
thru skin n bone
excruciation
that poor gentle man
that lovely healing soothing beautiful fellow
his soft voice and his downcast eyes
into your hands i commend my spirit
nice one to all involved
of course nobody takes the blame for that mistake
has anything changed?
a load more atrocities we had to have
mans basic inhumanity to man
and to the beasts
and to his planet
good going
happy easter!

lacunae

whither goest thou, being?
in enchanted forests or great pulsing cities
under cowslips or among the insatiable machinery
there you'll find me...
where hast thou been ?
in unimaginable unendurable silences
when my heart beat was the loudest thing on earth
when sleep eluded me and sickness licked me bare
alone in the wasteland of my ignorance
or running down the wrong road
grey dawns broke over me when i prayed for eternal night
the sun in the south withered my intentions
and northern snow blasted me blind
loneliness walked beside me on lonely coastal tracks
as dusk threw shadows across the world
and black shapes rose up inside the sea
in dismal rooms i sat and waited and waited
and i watched the railroads run away
upon an old horse riding up a hill
pulling my cartload of cares and woe
knocking on doors that never open
just angry voices from above telling me to get away
down by the highways edge with the weeds and small stones
where the broken glass and thorns hold sway
and the dead trees in the dead lake
following bad advice and divested of all that i had left
suffering the mocking whispers of the westwind
as its fingers lift my papers high into the treetops
where the blackbirds nest among the damp leaves
insane winters where i could not get warm
cracked skin and dry bones while my eyes run with tears
hard water and tasteless broth
headaches that stay for months
and im drained
messages scrambled
interference
collapsing sand walls
easter tide washes up flotsam and jetsam
and the faint sound of gulls crying
the water is chilly, uninviting
the air is thick with salt
basalt rocks squashed into squat grey blocks
black shells and rotting crabs claws
hooks and old bits of net
memories and regrets
the rust coloured sun sinks into metallic grey ocean
stranded on the point
yellowish foam
shipwrecks ghosts
the negation of all feeling

baby language

julius seizer standing on the shores of britain
laying into them lovely celts
now conkered
and we ran n we ran n we ran
scattered all over
in caves n coracles
in the groves of mighty oaks
on the enchanted isles
is this albion, lovely sister ?
a magical moon on beltane eve...?
we are the olde people
we were before
hidden in the forests
hiding in the glens
always there but unseen
milking the cows
pinching the babies
talking with the wind
stealing the eggs of birds
when the dragon n lion still walked this land
in summer we slept under stars
in winter the smoky cave
where we dreamed of winding rivers
and trees hanging low
the crow n the lark call in the sky
at midday
on the banks of the river hod
where we sang up the storm
where we dreamt up the gods
where we were delivered
and the big pink moon came down so low
all bathed in milky incandescence
like a whirling disc
the clouds parted graciously
to let her shine
and all our people came out
out of the dells
out of secret places
out of their hidden bowers
out of the trees n earth
out of the sky n wind
out of the deep past
and from the unknowable future
white skin n slanting eyes
graceful dance and strange song
a feast a feast a feast
drink and eat
love and sleep
disappear
before the morrow

the new wave

took los doodles fabuleux to school yessaday
theres a big big circle of concerned parents
standing round discussing something
someone had heard a tsunamis about to hit bondi
someone heard it on the radio
probably bullshit i mutter
and walk over to the pool
but i start thinking
and i look at the peaceful ocean
and i imagine the mother of all waves a'rollin' in
smashing down bondi n the school n the shops n the houses
but everything seems so calm
when i get to the pool
the guy on the front desk is saying to the lady ahead of me
well its due to hit at 11....we'll let ya know...
i say jesus you mean there IS a tsunami coming...?!
i got kids at the school
go n have a look at the computer in the office he says
i go in and look
"8.2 earthquake in solomon islands
tsunami expected on east coast of australia at 11.00 am
evacuate beaches low lying areas etc etc"
i rush back to school
feeling kinda weird n panicky
pick up the doodles
aurora gets all hysterical
i try to explain
auroras wailing n carrying on
i don' wanna leave school dad
i hurry doodles home
we jump in car after getting necessary things
eg the doodles grabbed their barbie computers
i got that stevie wonder song
about reaching higher ground in my head
we drive into the city
which is stupid cos the harbour wouldve flooded as well
and then we hear on radio
the tsunami has turned into a "ripple"
which would have been a great moment for em to play ripple
but they dont....
of course....
anyway nk n doodles go back to bondi junction
and buy the doodles some clothes
me n baby bumper return to a very unflooded bondi
where we have a nice time hanging out
and i teach the bumper to say "toast"
gee its nice when its just bumper n me
shes very affectionate
and very very charismatic
complete strangers stop n gasp as she goes by
i know all parents are proud as punch
but bumper really has the x-factor in spades
minna is very pretty n elli too
and their identical-ness was quite a show stopper
the doodles too are quite a package
that usually scored quite a kerfuffle in public
but the bumper is something else
"shes got a huge head bulging with brains
shes a fuckin' genius !"
screams our local loopy restauranteur
and gosh i tend to agree
her big blue eyes are searching yer soul as she looks at you
one bat of her eyes has nannas uncles aunties n cousins swooning
she sings in tune
and the other night
as i was sitting there watching "extras"
nk n mes fave new show
bumper came running in with my new (synthetic) ugg boots
shoes shoes bumpers saying
and she helps me put em on
even becoming agitated when i dont do it immediately
shes still doing her lopsided little dance
her big head one one side and her body swaying the other
like a shamen or witchdoctor
every movement deliberate
not a wild abandon the way the doodles dance(d)
or running around like the twillies
it makes me feel strange to have this amazing childe
(this aint hyperbole fiendss...the bumper is special)
anyway
i finish the day on a good note
when marcus from austria rings up
and we do an interview for our vienna gig
i gotta say it again
vienna
this means nothing to me oh vienna...
i never been there before and im pretty excited
marcus and i have a really good chat
he knows a lot about us n his english is perfect
marcus if ya reading it was a pleasure
and thought provoking
back here in australia
blah blah radio ask me to go on n promote el mom sig
sure i say
can you play a song too?
sure sure i say
which song?
oh i dunno i say..i'll think of something...
no no they say we need to know which song...?
well i'll do something off el mom sig i say
seeing thats what the interviews about
well we want under the milky fucking way! they say
yeah ?i say
thats not even on the record
but thats what we want! they say
yeah?
i say
yeah! they say
well radio blah blah blah
kiss my well toned ass goodbye
and stick yer morning show up yer failing ratings
im bound for vienna n prague n berlin n amsterdam
ha ha ha

see ya 2 morrow girls n boys
xxxxx
sk

glowing filaments

exit
medieval pause
wait!
its coming to me
you wont believe it
open your mind
im coming aboard
im swarming through your neurons now
you can hear my voice with every fibre of your time being
behind your eyes
in the corner of your mind
on your fingertips
time streams away from you
we are hurtling into futures
we are hurting for time
we are free falling into the abyss
screaming down the black corridor
headlong in april
and still
we pick up speed
slippery tendrils we grasp at
but to no avail
even me
with all this
going down n in
when you get used to it
if you get used to it
and you try for brief moments
to remain still inside the flux
frozen within lava
you'll notice somethings
at first you'll be confused, of course
life on life on life
it may seem that
youve got all the time
in the world
you may suddenly feel as if youre moving in slo-mo
you may encounter spirit chatter and buzzing sounds
you may shudder or burn up
you may hit inanimate objects d'art
everything will be revealed
but you wont understand it
cos we cant understand it yet
its too much
itll turn you inside out
its so simple
its so huge
its so easy
easy to smash into
and everything crumples
now
a second truly becomes an hour
youve collided with the vanishing point
youve blown through the distant horizon
impression of shattered silver shooting through the air
and the thorns will tear you
and the fragments will penetrate your shell
and rip off the skin
in the empty place
in the space between the houses
in the black streaked mornings on perspex screens
when you realise youve never been more alone
when you realise that it must be over
when no one can hear your thoughts
where the ending should be or else
and im looking for you somewhere
but its too late
im too far away
barking up the wrong tree
how was i to know?
and in the world without you....
the people there
forever a stranger
who can read these signs?
who understands this system?
you retreat
they advance
a smothered alien ive become
searching for a needle in my haystack
shooting up the rapids
and all of that
yes i expect so
talking with the giants of music
walking down flowered paths
oh what good will it do me?
being alone is not freedom
gardens and conversations appear n fade
parties yachts coloured lights on black water
scenes fly past in a haze
lost in a one way street
arguing with my father
collapsing at the start
being chased thru a park by bullies
howling for my blood
outside christine camerons on my bike
why she had blue teeth because she drank ink....
noels mother never liked me
that naive baby.....
its like a village isnt it?
the pervading odours of the winery
wolves at the door
theyre asking after you
gloves on the floor
theyre reaching after you
they want you
i walked through my first fog
without you
i fell off and cut my leg
a bird attacked me out of the blue
at first the sonorous beating of its wings puzzled me
then it hit my head with its beak n claws
screaming as it dived
and then it soared off above me
becoming a black point in the blazing southern sky
and summers probed me with scorching days
lawns withered and reflourished
rain fell in buckets
we went to the rivers and fished
the whirlpool ever alert
sucked at my feet with fingers of weeds
somebody must have saved me
im typing away here aint i?
im still here in the land of the living
today at least
maybe some important details ive left out
maybe the contents have shifted during your voyage
maybe all the appointments have been cancelled
and all the arrangements postponed
what if this road leads you astray
or this night finds you lost
and where will it end?
no one else could have written it

lovely

its sunday
ah....
and joining me
the doodles
goodmorningdoodles
both :goodmorningdad! (plus 2 kisses)
any dreams doodles?
both :nope
aurora : we had dreams but we cant remember
evie have you ever dreamed
eve: only nitemares
aurora what are you drawing
a; chipmunks, beavers squirrels n rabbits
all the animals that i like...
do you realise theyre all rodents?
a: yeah
e: what are rodents?
i explain rodents
are you guys happy?
both :yep
would you tell me if you were unhappy?
both : yeah
its funny aurora but you remind me of a rabbit...
a: you told me that about a thousand times
buts its true
a: i know iknow i know
i tell the doodles theyre getting chubby cheeks
a": maybe we should skip dessert for 2 weeks
e : no ice creams
why do you guys like ice cream so much
e : theyre yummy
a : i dunno
what are you drawing eve?
e; a girl
a : i think her pants look nice
tell me about drawing n colouring eve
e ; its fun
eves become self conscious
a ; i learnt drawing from eve. at first they were people
with big round heads
and legs stickin' out all over the place...
i dont think eve knows why she can draw so well
e: i dont
a: well i know why i can draw these animals so well
squirrels, beavers, rabbits n chipmunks
e : beavers...you dont draw beavers
a (looking down at her drawing) well i do now
the reason is...
what?
a : theyre so cute!
hmmm..the doodles seemed determined to not say anything profound
ok lets try something thought provoking...
e : daddy look
she proffers a drawing of a girl in metallic boardshorts
its pretty good for a 7 year old
thats great!
e : thanks
if you had to be an animal what would you be
a (quick as a flash) a rabbit
i have to stop and laugh
with her big white front teeth
her tawny skin
when she has her hair in pigtails
she looks like a huge floppy eared female bugs bunny
why would like to be a rabbit aurora?
e : youd get shot!
a : (moaning) no!
why then?
a : living underground
why would you like living underground?
a : id have noisy neighbours....
what?
a : up there...on top of the ground
thatd be a bad thing about living underground
a : yeah the good thing would be if theres thorns n bushes up top
you could just go underground and itd be good if it rained
e : the water would rain down yer hole
a : itd be like a swimming pool....
oh yeah cold rainwater filling up yer burrow
a : dad!
e : i wanna be a horse
why?
e : gallop around everywhere
a : yeah but youd probably get caught...
if you had to be someone else..who would it be?
a :besides me?
e ; a rabbit for god sake...!
a : me!
thats not someone else
a : i dunno what ya mean dad
if you were someone else
a : i dont wanna be someone else
e : why dja wanna be a rabbit then
a : i'd still be me!
aurora shows me her drawing
its a buncha rodents
each one with a letter from her name above it
whats with you and all these rodents?
a : I DUNNO!
doodles begin squabbling over pencils
aurora holding about 20 in her hands
n eve trying to drag em outta her hands
they start screaming and struggling
shuttup doodles its 7 30 sunday morning
it suddenly abates
aurora flings one last pencil at eve and its over
peace returns immediately
e : dad i know something about jigsaws
yeah?
e : when you see a corner one
you know its a corner one
cos its ..you know.. a corner
a : im going back to bed!
the end