manner cotti bimbly dunk

ooh yessy yess yes a big thanky too all my sub-scribblers
workly workly
yess my pets bless my shivers and timber my whisklers
the beingo worky workly hardly hardy party hearty
ooh he love to nimble his little treasures buried chesty
sniffly sniffo snorty sneezey cough
my nosey wosey gone all numbly numbly
and my cheeky cheeks gone all rosey
silly soddy body mmm no car but hotte roddy
yes yes
my car is stopped but my clock is fast
too fasty fast for you -hoo
like a fire in the sunny son
daddy kilbey an' his lil woofley wooflechoof
the magic woofle from calamahoofle in fact
ooh he laughy laughly bingle and bell
oh mirth on earth
he play 'is lecktrick guitar dont 'e ?
lisson ikin here 'im
oh oh wotta byootifle songly songy song
oh stevlie sutch a manly manne such a mannish boy
oh stevlie w/ his lickle beardette a mo n all
stevlie steve fiddle and strum
stevlie steve sings but hes dumb
and burstin' outta the barklied up treebies
like a batty old batley bat from hello hell helen ice
like a ratty up yer stovepipes
no rat or mouse or butt-a-fly or moff
oh yeah baybly nay-cha oh horny scorny brainy brawny
nod the olde fella the killa stebe kilvey
stebe kilvey with his base gittar
ohh its so base its a de-base guitar
a free-base guitar
ooh he loved 'is blimmin drucks hmmm hmmm
oh he lover boy summertimes warm sulch-tree arvos
he reetch for natta-lee all freshly fresh from showery-wow!ery
shee may bee say oh king rood daddi-boy
oh darlin' won
oh sweet baybee cheops
oh lover of mummies
oh daddie-rood
oh daddy-hood
oh con-jiggle flower bed
oh con-juggley vizzits
oh kissy sniffy kissy snippy moanie groanie moronie
oh stop writer
stopp nowe howe
musty mustly must stoppy loppy stop
must boom boom boom
lets go up to my toomb
pet teet mort
multiple options
y try?
no
know
or
oar
ore
awe
awww!
frack-shed
more for mummy?
yes please daddy-o!
more for children?
no thanks daddy-o
oh kay......!
humpffff
vo vo
bonk
hey
spiggot
hemisphere
select
sssssshhhhhh
christopher robbin' is slaying his peers

screen memory

persian aramaic and hebrew
i knew them once
i was able to do anything
a man a child
a woman a crone
a baby a corpse
is everything alive?
depends on what you mean by alive
the amoebae living their life a million times faster
the rocks a million times slower
we dont understand each other
what hope do we have of understanding other life-forms
nk reads the crystal bible
the phone rings
i know its ricki ringing
i shoulda said hiya ricki
but im still not following my hunches
im seeing the future
the power to heal is returning to me
thats right
i can channel something out there
chi or prana or light
this is a side effect of yoga and chi gong one presumes
my lemurian crystal is my familiar my wand my talisman
i am in love with it
last nite tired of the cough troubling my wife
i had her lie there in the moonlight
and using the crystal
i blasted and fought the malevolence behind the infection
everything is happening on every level
get that thru yer thick western head
there is no single accurate version
a disease, a cough for example
is a bacterial or viral blah blah in yer lungs n tubes
yes it is
is it only that?
is anything only one thing?
or does each object each being
extend across multiple fields for example:
physical
astral
spiritual
causal
mental
vegetal
mineral
etc
you fight an enemy on all battlefields, right?
my crystal and i
by dint of the sunlight and moonlight it has absorbed
by dint of the love i put into it
by dint of the trust and faith i have filled it with
this battery this cell this transformer
discharging it into my dear wifes irritated lungs
my crystal shot out its laserlike stream of lovelight
it feels like a cold point says nk
as i run the crystal anticlockwise around her
pulling the bastard spirit out
and clockwise
screwing a zillion volts of cosmic mojo n ooomph
its a joke i say
those things in there dont have a hope
she finished her antibiotics but still feels affected
so i gave the cough the fucking what-for
i could feel us both filling with light
like rivers filling when a dam gate is opened
the perpetual white cosmic light surrounds us
the golden energy and fire of the earth
the watery healing of the great ocean the Pacific
i rub my hands to produce heat
i lay them on
i feel it passing through my hands
into her
the thing hates it
the dark stupid vicious thing
the useless cough
what is it?
i dunno
i dont care either
but like all lies
it hates the light
it hates the warmth
it hates the love i have for my wife
it scurries away inside her
and i try to locate it and burn it
and dissolve it
eventually she stops coughing
not completely
but quite noticeably
today shes coughing a little
you cant expect a big miracle
you can start with a small one though
she agrees the coughs back is broken
it needs a booster shot i guess
i'll try n zap the mother a littlemore today
believe me
everything is connected
there are consequences
it is worth being good
it is worth being kind
love really is all you need i guess
no
not just in a song
but for everyone

season of fevers

killer
listen away to church music
oh you clever devil
oh you still sprightly venerable player
your hands run over pianos guitars bass
your words range from the stupid to the stupendous
your old and ugly one minute
the next youre a bloomin' youngster
no body no body knows you
none of them none of them
nobody knows me no no no
not even you
oh youve gone mad
killer yesterday you badger mr ricki my-me
jokerman jokerman sing to the nightingale tune
oh killer you such an olde joker ha ha ha
boy sometimes he not laughing tho
no one laughing killer
you go too far
can you help yourself?
i am serious when i should be laughing
i am laughing when i should be serious
i am not mad but i get the urge to rant and rave
i pretend to be a fan
(in a choked up aged prep boy east coast nasal style)
hey ah ricki ah you mind if i uh join ya here
uh been a big fan man
i got yer 1991 demos man and i uh saw ya play
in poughkeepsie to 5 people
and i uh i wont bother you now but could ah you...
A) let me jam with you guys tonite...ah come on dont be a ....
B) come talk to my wounded/dying/fucked up/imaginary nephew?
C) take me round all the guy hotspots in san fran
D) ask anton to dedicate a song to me and my wife
E) let me share that joint
F) fuck my girlfriend....we both love you guys
G)let me n my buddies in dressing room
H) give me some guitar parts or drums...no not picks or sticks though!!
I)lend me a hundred bucks for a sandwich
J) introduce me to the randy war-holes
K) produce me n my group for nothin'
L)tell joel im having his love childe
M)arrange for us guys to open for yas in london or new york
N) get me a few beers from the band room
O)check out my myspace videos dude.....NOW!
P) reveal personal and private things if i do but ask
Q) be more like the olde days when i liked you guys better
R)....
actually was gonna do all the alphabet
but ran outta steam n enthusiasm
ah thats too bad.....

uncreation

domes bubble n burble
gurgling drainpipe rainwater water colour fade
city-zens dressed in hierophantic frantic purple patches
underground connexions
offices filled with coloured paper
arrowmint steno-secs
bosses like a phantom
take down a letter....any letter
wanders wanders wanders
yes thats ok im intercom
i am your dream
i am a voice on your radio
i am reduced to these words
i am innnocent in this criminal strip
i am incoherent while asleep
nobody knows me like this
aside you see
all characters have their aspects attributes and weaknesses
your aspect is western
your attributes are science and medicine
your weakness is spiritual ignorance and pride
your heliports are equipped with neuro-soothe
your magnetoriums are filled with filings
your alethiometer is spinning baby starr
daughters of a revo-lution
the heralds of the damn-aged eras
the architects of spaces and light
the wooers of enemy boys
the skies produce hover-kraft and jet pak junkies
the future ha ha ha ha ha ha
still the same old old school fools
pulling the strings n opening doors angel
crack me up it does
i shoot fire
i smoke ice
i drink hook
i sniff disdainfully
i lock in like a missile
to you whom are my destined explosion
and onwards as the residue settles
and the darkness filters life
and in some cellar where a worm plots downfalls of great men
and in a crowd where someone touches you up
and in a graveyard and its suddenly night
and a lonely figure standing in a convoluted fluted window
surveying the wreckage of some modern disaster
weeping and gnashing of teeth
someone famous bit the Dust
a kinda angel in a dump like this
useless cables and pipes flapping in the wind
the antarctic calls me down down down
under the ice
the fumes and the twisted spiral balconies welded in pain
and frosted and glassed labs where we discover a secret
a secret a secret
jab crack sock locke crabbe boone swoon
i cannot reveal more here
no more no more
thats the secret
there is no more than that
which you clever thing may have all ready de-duced
recriminalised
bound and fettered
a sad bad sacred bird encaged
listening to the joyful songs in the trees
beware!

private function

last nite i played a private function on outskirts of melb
it was a lotta fun
mr ricki played too with me
he was nervous tho
i wasnt
i hadda good time
i let people sing their fave tunes
i danced with my guitar under the taup
i sang in the hot dark
later i smoked on a verandah overlooking swimming pool
surrounded by the gently vibrating bush
i sat and talked to the locals
we had vegan banquet
we had local hydro
we had nice reception
we had mother energy drinks n vodka
we tune under the moon
balmy times in my life
well paid everything considering
nice people
nice b and b where i stayed
as i check in the the older but still nice owner-lady
says
what kinda entertainer are ya?
of course i come back with perennial
oh im a male stripper
the lady looks me up n down twice
ok she says what times that party startin'?
yeah wow a nice interlude
which we played by the way
now im at mel airport
waiting to go home
n start back on church for litle while
first will take doodles for a dippy dip dip
i hope
if my plane doesnae crash....
aaaaaarghhhhh!

gosh

blah blah fucking blah
kids yellin' at me
band yellin' at me
friends yellin' at me
cars beeping and indicating and givin' me the finger
i get lost in a tunnel
i came out at wrong spot
i argue n argue in my hoarse n horrible voice
i hate this i hate that
i trip up n fall down
i get angrier n angrier
rude rude rude
people hangin' off me everywhere
people ignoring me
people in my fucking face
people in my car park
people in my seat on the bus
people in my coffin n grave
phone ring ring ring
hello
bullshit bullshit
goodbye
yeah yeah yeah
sure
everybodys in pain
everybodys acting
everybodys got an idea bout what i should do
everybody all together now
phone rings
hello
rhubarb rhubarb
goodbye
no u-turn
no standing
no stopping
no mobile phones
no ulterior or anterior mo-tives
i am so tired of that person writing me 20 emails a day
please
dont ever write to me again
can it be any plainer?
do you need to decipher this?
dont ever write to me again
by me i mean me
by ever i mean as long as im alive
by dont i mean DONT!
by write
i would include all communication
any means whatsoever
(i have no wish to have anything whatsoever to do with you!)
by again i mean
i hope you never contact me
im tired im angry im emotional
please stop it or im gonna send it all on to my lawyer!
meanwhile its a hot cold day night
the church are arent this n that
blather blather much malarkey
buy my new products
arent i clever i did this n i wrote that
non plussed?
me too
is it me or am i crazy?
help me out then
i gotta nasty cold or new moania i cant tell
im irresponsible
im ranting
im hot and bothersome
im gonna getcha and you aint gonna like it
im already gone
im just going on n on
im wasted here
im no one but im everywhere
is this the catch?

pieces of eight lives

no cat
no panther
you were sleeping
you were lying naked
like marilyn
like anyone
anyone sleeping really
sleeping sleeping sleeping
so tired you were
so tired oh god
you were so tired
tired of being tired
showbiz huh
agent waffle
audition slime
preview jitters
2nd day jinxes
contract spasm
manage a smile
opening night yawning in paris
hounded by camera
cramming a script
gossip fodder scratched up n bad
bullshit lies n innuendo
pressure
inner and outer
the other side
the other side starts to call
a pressure on you to depart
dream of a train leaving a station
last drinks gentlemen
eat up
its closing
the door
door between the 2 places at once
you fall asleep
new york was it?
was it even important
who saw it coming
the invisible draft that never said nothing
7 pages in a sydney newspaper
one inch= 20 thousand children who die in congo war
per month
people weep and mourn
the world of sadness
yet you sleep and sleep
how strange to never wake up
how strange to sleep and sleep
do you ever think of us as you dream
when you wake up on the other side
will the sun be shining
will the stars gone before you
be showing you the ropes
the lie of the land
the perfect sea
the gentle rain
the theatres full of applause
films about films
the lights
the action
all the more
the more the more
not the more or less
forever
or not
who can tell?

perma n temp

on the balcony
in the film
i mean
that film they made
they used your song
remember
and on the balcony it was summer
oh it was always summer
some a summer
the bodysurfers
the wetsuits hanging over the fences
their blond hair under the outside shower
and the leafy shady places down the path
and the garden where we smoked dope and played mah jongg
a kind of pavillion
a kind of a afternoon
a kind of an obscured sun
and the spiders n worms under the planks
and the sound of a far away radio
and the love lonely songs it emitted
and the cars that sat parked in the drive
and the letters yet to be delivered
advice i never heard
exuse me did you leave this behind
splinters of it all
bits and blobs
dobs and knobs
blows and shows
empty bottles
sandy soil
weeds
ants
cig butts
bits of paper
a key
a dead birdling
a rock
a stone
a blade of grass
a drop of water
smell of rain
smell of lightning
smell of food cooking
drizzle
stop

ticket to ryde

sitting up here at timbos place
looking out over trees and clouds and blue skies
down below they fiddle with drums
it could be sweden up here on this balcony
pines ferns leafy evergreens
oaks and elms and natives
all react to the wind in their own characteristic way
the clouds today are simply stupendous
i can hardly tear my eyes away from em to write these words
the size of small mountains
the clouds proceed with deliberation across the blueness
an empty hammock swings in the wind
a very scandanavian afternoon
hint of distant storm
trees stretch in all directions
lemons gleam in lemon trees
the pools undulate under the breezes
women read magazines in the shade
dad rolls a smoke
the children laugh somewhere indoors
a bird sings so sadly out there
like a morning from my own childhood
like an echo in echo
machinery hums
civilization murmurs beyond the wall of trees
the clouds frown down at me
the clouds are onto me
on top of me
these clouds with their agonizing slowness
these clouds with their water from where
above me casting shadows
thrown into the murk of the past
red roofs
red flowers
white flowers
white clouds
blue sky
blue blues

come ride come ride this pleasure slide with me

yessaday morning
me n evie go to pharmacist
he says
i can sell ya whatever ya want
but nothing gonna help yer throat
so you should just shut up all day
(i have paraphrased him a little)
family has lovely swim at bondi
natalie swimming like a dolphin
evie like an otter
aurora wades around
the woofle eventually gets in n she loves it
we all eat sno cones on the boardwalk
nk= grape
ek =red raspberry
lil sk =red raspberry
ak=fairy floss
big sk = bubblegum + pineapple
hey says evie ...howcome you get 2 flavours, dad?
me: cos i bloody well paid for em!
meanwhile the woofle does the "nakey" dance at the showers
olde ladies fainting with pleasure
as the chubby little woofle bounces around sans clothes
family stops in to organic cafe
owner says sorry
no food for you....ive run out!
me n nk swear we'll never go there again...
we go instead to a lovely jewish joint
where we have felafels n chips
all the time
i no talky talky
everyone has advice
whisper says pharmacist
dont whisper says jlk who comes to babysit
dont drink says some
conjac or red wine say others
finally we get to gig
nk comes backstage for a while
talk to ricky
mick harvey etc
finally after much anticipation
i hit the stage
i do my songs with much gusto n little voice
yes i channelled dave mccomb
and many triffids people
including his big brother john
say
yes yes the passion
you had the passion
then encore
i come on n do field of glass
ten minute doors-y epic
i go fucking nuts
you AINT never seen me like this
i channel mccomb , morrison n any other bloke
going nuts on a stage
DADDY DADDY HE DONT UNDERSTAND
WHACK!
DOGGIE DOGGIE HE DONT UNDERSTAND
WHACK! WHACK!
i finish in a pool of sweat n shredded (wheat) voice
the normally restrained marty casey gives me a hug
jill n graham say well done
alsy n rob like it
ive made it
julian n james the triffs #1 fans give blessings
nk comes backstage
wow!
i told ya darlin' you aint never seen me sing like that
a conversation ensues
in which nk says something like
she wants to take me home and "discuss" my performance
all the way home in cab she holds my hand
and giggles
looking at me all starry-eyed
ok i gotta do more gigs like this i think
get home doodles n woofle all safely asleep
and then nk .....



and then i wake up today
1st day of new church album
hmmmmmm
hard to change gears
ok
onward n upward
sk

lost it

i lost my voice last night
it was cutting in and out
i couldnt hang round and do encore
and the whole gig being filmed......
so bitterly disappointed
only once before have i lost it
yes
i had manuka honey
lemon etc
no good
toby from youth group says try whiskey
i did
nonetheless my voice clapped out
whenever i needed it
in wide open road it would not hit the notes
instead a woeful raggedy distorted racket
graham lee donged himself in the mouth with a guitar
(thats rocknroll! says cheeky mick harvey)
at the end i whisper to him
i cant sing field of glass graham...
ok he says
go home and rest
while he dabs at swollen mouth with hanky
today
today
will try not to talk
almost have no voice at all right now
why?
another couple of days it wouldnae have mattered
ah human frailty
killer, you starting to fall apart
and so much to do
so much left to do
praying to roman god of voices for smooth sailing
but i fear tonite could be more of the same
im so sad
damn it!

i did seven miles....i couldnt find my way back

second night with triffids already last night
my voice going going almost gone
there is an art to "belting" i obviously havent mastered
my brother jlk leaves phone message today
good....but now yer voice is shot.....
yes oh dear hes right
my normally resonant voice reduced to a husky croak
last nite it failed me
i would go for the big high powerful note
which i know i can hit and....
my voice would disintegrate before my eyes
first my ears
now my voice
i tell thee verily my children
take nothing of thy physical body as a given
things will and do clap out
today i will try to talk as little as poss
but my olde larynx aint happy with me
but i guess
i cant control myself
went for a swim today in the foggy misty rain
its been raining nonstop for 2 or 3 days here
its lush and green and delicious
this summer rain
in the sauna i hear a ridiculous conversation
between some fat hairy old git about my age
and some handsome well toned but slightly vacuous youngman
who vaguely had something of the faun about him
with his curly hair n pointy beard
he was saying
"havent you ever had ecstasy oh wow
oh everyone should have it
oh not that im advocating it or anything"
and the old git saying
"bloody drugs whos gonna pay for yer livers
whats wrong with a bit of booze
dont talk to me about drugs!"
all punctuated by my sudden guffaws
as each side trotted out its cliches
the pool was crowded
and i got pissed off n climbed out
ive read some good reviews of triffs n me
but now am worried bout voicey voice
tonite will be filmed
vishnu guide us through this night

i never shoulda let that precious spirit escape

strange days indeed mama
singing with the triffids
3 or 4 of best songs ever written
by anyone
how weird it is
i sit backstage and wait
backstage backstage
3 different dressing rooms
the triffids sit in their room with their families
mick harvey wanders in our room
phew! he says as he cops a faceful of my reefer
uh oh contact high!
i meet the real mccomb brother tonight
john mccomb oh a lovely gentleman
he gives me seal of approval...its important to me,understand?
i want everybodys blessing for this
as each person reassures me further and further
i throw myself deeper into these songs
im telling you if you aint heard born sandy devotional....
its one of the very best
it aint glam rock
it aint new wave or new romantic
it aint showbizzy schmaltzy dollops neither
i dunno what is that word?
some kinda intense authenticity
one of them old fashioned geniuses
you know young hotblooded prolific
doomed to die way too young
born sandy devotional
and im out there in those landscapes
the flatlands, the pines, the lonely stretches
anyhow
eventually my cue is given
in which mr miller the mc spins some yarn
hmmmm....
i go on
and wide open road starts up
that exact drum machine as on record
(and it doth sound good!)
the band kick in with that first big chord
the road opens up before me
i see it all the blue sky
the dark asphalt highway moves away into the distance
heat shimmer
feeling of revenge retribution
feeling of loneliness
i dont sing this one as well as i'd like to
whats stopping me then?
its just that....well...i dont know
nevertheless the crowd love this song
who wouldnt?
i dont wanna draw attention to myself really
i am there as a hired gun to do my job
which is
to sing these fucking songs in the spirit they were intended
namely
with passion intensity and (dare i say it) balls
balls as in no namby pamby malarkey
better to sing wrong notes
than to sing these numbers
with a limp wrist i guess
tho of course thats my own take
anyway the audience seem to like w.o.r(despite me)
next up
the band hits stolen property
the audience gasp with pleasure as they recognize the intro
i sing this one better
oh its a beautiful song
convoluted confused brilliant song that it is
a dialogue with himself?
what a pleasure to sing something like this
then lonely stretch
i go totally "off"
better than all other road songs put together
yes you can go to town on this
a lonely lo a lonely stretch
i exit stage right
yeah a big rounda a plause
after all these are 3 of the best
wait around a bit more
all hot n sweaty but no where to go go go
finally its encore time
we do field of glass
i go totally nuts in this one
shredding my larynx
not used to being rudely used like this
my throat sounds shot
what they hell
i put more into it
and it rasps and splinters like an olde time blues guy
oh
is this how its done...?
i was just trying to sing it like dave and um....
it came out like this/that
never mind
everyone seems to likey by crikey
seals of approval
cool
i split immediately
lift home with chris n ann marie
who are valve bouncing on the show
wow they really loved it!
wow
my second hit musical festival thingo in one week
if only life was always like this
ok
onwards
to
night
two

just an aphorism for every occaision

killer wakes before dawn
a wild night
sydney has turned cold and deserted
the wind bite bite bites
it comes in unexplained
all night long
the triffids songs go round in my troubled dreams
somethings got me so itchy
standing in the warping auditorium
im all mixed up
its all mixed up
im singing the wrong words
im leading the wrong life
it almost seems right and then.....
strange day the day before
took evie starr and the woofle to the beach
the sun is irradiating out there
oh ocean is soothing cold clear
i catch some little waves
woofle (looking more and more like dr seuss creature)
the woofle plays in the sand on the shore
in her pink zip up swim suit
occaisionally a wave reaches her and she breathes a ooohhhh!
she asks lotta questions all the time
dad whos that?
dad whats this?
dad where ya been?
shower ok , dad?
shops, dad, back soon?
last nite i held the woofle on the balcony
she'd been annoying the other 3 trying to watch something
we looked at the moonless sky
moon gone hinda clouds dad ?the woofle almost says
i start to sing moon river
she leans back away from me
and gives me a poignant meaningful look
like
oh that song....of all songs...!
then
she clings on tightly tightly to me
he face pressed dramatically into my neck
her chubby little arms squeezing for all theyre worth
scarlet is a super senser of anything marvellous
she acts like we're an old married couple
and moon river is "our song"
i must admit i do a nice croony version of it
out there in the foggy night
wider than a mile...im crossing you in style, one day
something dave mccomb might have written almost
why does the woofle carry on like this?
shes been here before, baby
oh you cant get like that at 2
shes sentimental n nostalgic for times long past
she still feels her memories
buried deep deep down
she aint no first time arounder
(none of us are presumably)
anyway we stand on the balcony in the night
with the chalk and the little toys i keep treading on
with the withered vegetables in planterboxes
and fleshy shrubs
towels hanging on railing
kids swimmers carelessly hung
the beautiful white flowers in the garden next door
the diffused lights of sydney
my little woofle childe like a baby beethoven
her wild hair
her broad forehead
her deep blue eyes
that look out at you so knowingly
woofle i couldnt bear anything to happen to you
the rehearsals have been going well
im getting on very well with everyone
ricki says that everyones happy with me
oh i like that
oh i do like it when everyones happy with me
oh i want to please the triffids and the audience
mick harveys a lovely bloke and a good singer to boot
chris abrahams on piano
what an amazing piano player oh how i wish i could be like him
and he is
the sweetest nicest most 'umble geezer
melanie oxley singing beautiful versions of daves songs
sister to jeremy n peter from sunnyboys fame
again a nother lovely person
toby from youth group
a big triff fan
a warm mellifluous voice
rob snarski a real singers singer a creamy voice
his brother mark deep and resonant on bury me deep in love
the triffs emselves are an idiosyncratic bunch
they are each perfectly apt on their respective instruments
graham lee running the show plays exquisite steel n lap guitar
jill on keyboards plays in a very triffidy way
she steps out to sing occaisionally
and raining pleasure is a show stopper
"in your arms i believe its raining pleasure"
marty on bass now in bad seeds with mick h
wow
a propelling bassist who drives the entire band
he just plays n plays n plays
instantly recognizable style
hes borrowing my bass cos its so good
alsy on drums is inventive thoughtful and unique
rob mccomb is just right on guitar violin n a mean harp
ricki is cramming cramming cramming to learn everything
im trying to take too much in at once he says
nonetheless hes coping well
mick harvey jumps in on the xylophone or vibes
its a small orchestra
a tall thin suntanned weathered looking geezer
prowls around snapping shots
i get it in my head that its the other mccomb brother
he checks me out occaisionally
steve miller from the moodists is there
as an m.c. i guess
a few people at rehearsals are surprised by my dedication
and the way im throwing myself into these songs
steve miller is one i guess
he enthusiastically shakes my hand after i belt out my numbers
"youre.....youre.....(grasping for a word)...good!"
thank steve i hope so
these songs are some of the best ever written in rock
we do field of glass the ten minute epic
including weird spoken n screamed passages
thats right scream
i turn into joe cocker spaniel in this one
after i finish field of glass rob jill n marty say good job
jesus... daves were big shoes to fill and i need encouragement
when i sing the songs however
something takes over
i get sent
"sent" a word my dad would use in humourous awe
when he saw a muso or singer going off his head whilst performing
"look slim, hes been sent" hed say n we'd have a laugh
now im getting sent with daves songs
i walk around trying to get a look at the "3rd mccomb"
he looks bit like rob n dave
but he looks like a wizard too
i see him deep in conversations with various triffid alumni
i suddenly deeply need his approval
oh i hope he likes how im trying to do these most important songs
then unexpectedly we're introduced
steve do you know....i cant hear his name over music
the guy smiles his strange smile
he makes me feel like a kid
hello he says and shakes my hand
have you met before ? says someone
how could we ? says the guy
we only just got introduced!
he walks off
i still dont know who he is
is that another mccomb brother? i ask
much laughter
it turns out its bleddyn butcher
legendary
i do mean legendary photographer for english NME
he was photographer du decade in the eighties
hes writing a book on triffids
he took loads of pix of em back in the day
when they were feted as superstars in england
too much wild acclaim n too much record co pressure
their calenture record an equivalent of our gaf
all drum machine souless n underdone
fighting against idiots in record co etc
wow bleddyn butcher, huh?
gee hes an imposing kinda lookin' character
anyway
various peoples approving of my field of glass
including mark snarski sending me up a little
cos i was overdoing the "satchmo" stuff
thats right satchmo
and if ya cant beleave yer urbane olde hero
is singing like satchmo get yer bum down the metro
sydney, nsw aust
thurs
fri
sat
sun
darling wife coming on sun night
should be real good by then
oh jericho!

buy me buy me buy me

orlrite you bloody lot
people've been bashing me bloody door down
people been accosting me in the street
the letters requests postcards emails telexes telegrams etc
never stop
give us steve kilbey live!
give us steve kilbey live?
give us steve kilbey live!
gw bush says gimme steve kilbey dead or live
ok
its a veil a bull
stevekilbeydvd.com
go ahead stop reading this blogge
and order a few dozen
get em while theyre hot
forget that absolutely terrible accoustic n intimate
this is the real deal
this is the one ya want
this is the one ya need
a real vid
with camera angles lightshow special feet-chas n everything
stevekilbeydvd.com
have that credit card ready and get ready to spend
youre gonna wanna loada these babies
this is not a cheap shonky vid like a+i
which went out before i'd seen it
when i saw it i stopped it
it is not a cheap but good vid like church 1992
which i like by the way yes i do
its rocknroll
anyway this is nice visually
a few jokes
a few songs
about 19 or 20 songs or something
you see me in the bath
you see me getting arrested
you see me being assassinated
you see me being embalmed
you see the hot juicy stuff they dont want ya to see
including the famous nude fat lady bicycle pump incident
youll see sk in all his glorious opulence
aboard the nz pms yacht sniffing coke with nuns
absailing in amsterdam
white water rafting in drought stricken victoria and laughing
sit around at kilbeys table as he entertains napoleon elvis n ricki maymi
watch kilbey write under the milky way again
youll see interviews with kilbeys ancestors in dark ages england
youll see kilbey trading riffs with beethoven mozart and fiery liszt
youll be amazed....or youre a total wanker
youll be absolutely satisfied 105%
or somebody somewhere
might
refund you
probably
(name and address)
zip
thats right
nothing ventured
nothing back offer
quite frankly
i think steve kilbey live
(hmmmm whatta great name for a vid!)
i think steve kilbey live
is the bees knees
its the last word
its the nail in the coffin of the rec biz
its a show biz miracle
its delight as a round shiny disc
its cooler than liq oxygen
and hotter than summer on mercury
kilbey talks
walks
he gives you tips on how to win millions
he explains how he got where he is now....THE TOP
he plays all his greatest hits
ju ju bang bang
hippy dribble bop song
mango womango we allgo
ungritted momentsworth
hoppy knock knock polka dot slot
ooma booma bonga bong bong
that ones by loo read ....oh i forget
he reads extracts of malt
he reads from his new book of recipes "vegan blechhh!"
he discusts his latest sandal foot bawl becks n posh n josh the pike
he implodes in slo mo and is reassembled out of kurts shank
matty d conceived directed and touched this vid
from an original idea by matty d
from an inkling by matty d
during a daydream by matty d
almost an afterthought by matty d
previously in matty d subconscious
matty d appears courtesy of matt davyddson ltd (wales div)
kurtains shank appears without any courtesy at all
paul lightfood appears curtsey of P inc
dutch pierre appears with courtesy of bondi police wanted doc
i'd like to thank new zealand film corp for the crisps
i'd like to thank my mother for the christmas pudding
i'd like to thank all the pests still continuing to bug my spam filter
i'd like to thank the ungrateful bastards who said i was washed up
jesus...you guys were right!
i'd like to shove this video up all the idiots who said i was
"a useless talented old wrinkled bore struggling to string 2 chords
together a voice like fingernails scraping on yer teeth
a face only a "mother" could love etc"
even though it was all true...
i'd like to thank rolling schtone maggyzeen
who said
"we did not review this junk
but if we did we'd probably ignore it"
anyway
hustler mag said
"unless kurt slips us a few k
or matty d stops painting all together
we think its rude!!!"
anyway
stevekilbeydvd.com
see what all the fluss is about
listen to it
watch it
love it
eat it
make love to/in/under/over/on/beside/all over it
yes
you gotta have it
steve kilbey live
OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

garage poet

erase
delete
put it outta its mizaree
you need garage poet
latest medieval caper
the worldy world all wordy and woolly
oh i flaunt it if i can get it
shackled in a tin of brimming dims
trackless shadow we have hunted
girls take off their close
the trees above
the trees below
blank stump
close to it now
youre getting warmer youre getting cooler
rain all day drizzle drizzle
in a bedroom she takes off her close
in a dull light
her white skin is revealed
laying down across the bed sleeping like a stone
the violet pricks in the grey sky
the holes where the creatures have abodes
the moles and mice and bats and pangolins
the fruity fruits the angel fruits the angels laughter
the juicy stain
the mark of cain
a god moves in a mysterious maze
vishnu appears as krishna
satan comes as a man of peace
jesus comes awalking on a water
i come knocking knocking knocking
blocking out all light
my profile cast suddenly against an oilskin screen
i send your delerious trash to mag. heaven
plus a copy to my lawyer
cos soon im getting nasty
the drizzle is so so softly soft soft
it lingers and hovers and floats and it dithers
it appears
in the thick air
in the holiday magic air
in the hotels and sex afternoons
in the wine and cheese informal dos
in the brothels subdued lights
in the surgery glare
the stern judge with his vacant eyes
the dead stars who would have clung to life
on mornings without any time it drizzles
in long evenings that become soaked
drink drink drink
people fall asleep one by one
lights go out in their eyes
their streets are one way
no limit beyond this point
no point beyond that
obvious things are hidden too
none of us sees things the same
i wanted i wanted i wanted
what did i get
what did i say
king john was right
im sure
after all he wassa kingright?
that goes without slaying
a bayou tapestry
look i am everyman
i am
i am every every every man
the every brothers
i am a man i am
a man a man a man
i was there
i saw it all
i was a fly onna wall
i coiled in bosoms nursed
the worst
a mean and hungry crook
a leaning plunging sook
hooked on a drug called hook
drugged on a dream
minding a seam
seeming to mind
behind behind behind
the times
the crimes
the erstwhile rhymes
ju ju bang bang
kilbey sang
azzee gonn mad they grinned
cos he sinned n sinned n got singed n winged
wingless n wild he fell from the sky
and exploded on 'itting the ground
till he dyed
and then
they all
simply cried
what a hide!

darkness you are my priestess

in the dark
i stumble n lunge for cockroaches
i stand in kitchen n eat chocolate n sip soy milk
in the wild windy night
when everything becomes still
as the night contracts giving birth to the stars
spirits are abroad soaring through these skies to you
wailing wondering wonderful spirits
spirits of the dead
spirits of the stones you walk upon
spirits of the wood you burn
spirits of the nights you seed
spirits of the open wound
spirits in the distant hub
travelling underground along songlines
yes they sing sing sing themselves to you
like trains on astral tracks rushing towards you
the night is not white
no the night is not white
the night remembers oh it remembers
so it sighs and it moves through the curtains
and it mentions your names and the names of its gods
who are the winds gods you ask in your lovely way
tell me their names that i may chanta chanta chant to them
tell me the blames i must recant to them
tell me of the shames i have to rant to them
tell me of the games
tell me how the night will always love us so
tell me how the night will never let me go
go into it now go
the whispery nighty night night with its branchy fingers
the oozing night with its vanilla-y thrill
the groping night with its hands down your pants
the enveloping cloak of velvety eve
evening star shine and it breathe
pulse they do yes they do
yes they do
and they do and they do
the mercury stars in their tinny olde style
the warrior stars in their arrows n spears
all frozen and distantly scattered
as if it mattered where they fell in the black deep
at the bottom of the sky where they sink
into depths we never saw
leaving trails of comets and civilizations
before this after this you name it
you name it
you you you
you fool youre a genius
you clever dummy youre the brightest spark
youre the one one one
nightworks blackout darkcrumble hoofbeats raindrop brambledown
hawkstrike ripcrashing unenlightened beast-among-you
warren burrows rabbit run run run
go nights creatures in the meadows hide for godssake
run for cover
down your shelter
night awaits you
silent night creeping sleeping keeping on
violent night howling round the mountaintop
night ache-multiplier-magnifier
night writes this line
nightline straight from 2 am
woke me up up up
to talk to darkness
who can seldom say whats going on
i wait in wakeness weightless fateless
the night neither cares nor cries for you or Is
trust me the night is so cruel and sleek
like an eagles beak as it streaks behind your head
its talons tearing tufts of sweet baby curls oh no oh no
thats the night for you dont say i didnae warn you
summer you out there call the night by different names
but its the same olde night n its the same olde shames
clock tick tick never tock that clock
footsteps sssh listen frozen in fear you are a childe again
a horrible face you think you see watching you and me
ah thats just the moon ah thats justa sky
ah thats justa asteroid deep inner my
ah thats just lord vishnu with conch and his mace
and his lotus n disc n his beautiful face
aah thats just sweet nature with a smile honour face
thats just the trouble and time with this race
all of the people all over the place
as they run and they fall and they drift inter space
as they crash crush n rumble n tumble with grace
who scatters these stars all over the place
and the nightwind caresses the place on my back
where the chakras align along magnetic track
that leads to my headveins which pump endless black
and the seat of my soul at the back of the shack
where the skull at its deepest and 'lectricity cracks
as the thoughts come together with a thump n a whack
clicketty clicketty clicketty clack
yeah the night is behind you
yeah the old night is back

extra-ordinary biting physical virgin

ah
thank you sun-herald
a good review in the home town
today n yessaday rehearse with triffs
well you aint heard my voice like this before
i aint heard my voice like this before
the triffids #1 fan in sydney gives stamp of approval
band seem quite happy
im gonna sing 5 songs now
including epic doors-like field of glass
band are very nice calm types
everyone very friendly
enjoyingmyself
mick h from bad seeds
chris a from the necks
ricki from all those things he does
mark dawson from b.e. susans n ed koopa
killer from the whatsanames
yeah
its a big gig
im singing my heart n larynx out
stormy in sydney tonight
the triffids are great to sing with
god its exciting to sing these songs
fucking classics everyone
its worth ruining my throat for
how did he sing like that every night?
hmmmmm...
ok
2 days off now
must learn words
must learn words
must learn words

as i silently and sadly slipped away

spent avo with ricki my-aim:me, yessaday
running over triffids songs im doing
funny i never broke the songs down into parts before
i never realised what happened where in arrangement terms
i didnt know all the words as such
nor did i care to
when" lonely stretch" came on
i was transported to the place
i was in the song
the words and music flew past outside the dream
i was with mccomb as he realised he was lost in that bush
oh the australian bush
oh the west australian bush
lost
getting cold
gotta be running out of petrol
whats out there
a crisis of faith
memories collide in the trees
in the pines
d mc n g mc
now both gone
i hit a lonely stretch
now i gotta sing this song
a wild ride
this song is one his very best
one of the very best
maybe you have to take that lost ride
through the scrubby trees and the dead wood stones
its like davids life is always passing before his eyes
in all his songs
hes lost in the bush
but he was lost before he found the bush
no one else would have ever written this song
any way i have to learn to sing it
i heard it a hundred times
but i didnt know the words
or recognize all the things that happen in there
after doing triffids all avo
we drop ricki off
and go to state
nk has not seen the show
we share some pre show nibblies
i get called off to a meeting
the director has some things to run over
he promises me that my cue wont fail tonite
isnt that one of the great lies of rocknroll .....
it'll be working tonight......!
i say to very little laughter.
the show was a success
i watched drones from behind mixing desk......excellent stuff
i do my thing
i cant review it
in a way the odd man and song out
i am the most extremely european
i am outside looking in
i present london
for the ladies and gentlemen
i am the interpreter of carmodys words
i re-present them with a spin
i add my assent to his sentiments
i offer another way in to this song
my movements
my looks
my accent
my whole schtick
euro man
i echo his sentiments and amplify them
i show the audience another aspect
of kevs propensity for reinterpretation
i did my thing
people said it was good
i ponced around a bit
waving my hands about
etc
you had to be there
it was theatrical
greg weaver doing excellent sound for the gig
told me that as i waved my arms upwards
when i sang
these illusions
that a fluttery series of chorused echos was released
into the air around me
i had joked with him before
that i'd give him a hundred bucks
if he made me sound better than everyone else
i suppose you want that hundred now ?i asked apprehensively
uh-huh he said
everyone had a good night
i finally "got" the herd
i chatted to tex perkyns
and almost missed the grande finale
afterwoods
i waited for nk to appear backstage
she turned up n was feeling shy
and
suddenly
a thousand people
wanted to meet mr kev carmody
and his pals
so i slipped off into the night with my wife
we sat in a lantern lit park
and drank a couple of cold beers
nk had enjoyed my act
i get her to describe it over n over
pressing for arcane details
she enthusiastically recounts my exploits
and said yes
the drones were the best thing since the last best thing
and that the show had made her cry over n over
ah yes
it was the feelgood teary eyed musical hit of the year
good on ya kev carmody n paul kelly et al
uh oh
phone rings
the triffids require my presence at conservatorium
now

reconciliation!

dear fiends and children of the knight
last nite a moving moving show
kev carmody that wonderful man....
everyone in tears
i was first to see kev in his dressing room after standing ovation
we just hugged and i cried...yes i did
i am only beginning to understand.....
understand what it could mean to him
a vindication
an aboriginal ghandi
a non violent man of gentle means
a river of tears 200 years
sk now has more invites to go visit
and hang out with these guys
stories of shape shifters and file snakes
stories of aboriginal bands playing unguarded moment
oh these people without guile
friendly generous
they go on forgiving even as the odds stack up
everybody in show fantastic
i had a slight glitch to my start
when my cue was repeated twice
i just stood there in front of 2500 people
like a spare prick at a prostitutes wedding
but then when i get to sing
i nail it
images of fucking london
kev has seen the dark satanic mills up close
that capital of strife and upheaval
and i turn it around to suit my purposes
i take his black words
spit them out of my white mouth
these images of london...these illusions
yes
these people who lived here before us
they were something special
they had a depth we can barely even understand existed
they care nothing for materialism
kev'd give ya his last ten bucks n not even think about it
whatta cryin' shame
and the english
ah
we totally fucking ruined it
everything
im confused
i dont know
its a huge topic
its beyond my sphere
but last night
we struck a blow
swallowed our differences
we rocked for reconciliation
we honoured kev
and we honoured what he stands for
and we, as musicians, in our own way
we did what we could
and
thats all you can do
isnt it?

full dress rehearsal rag + killer recants

weird day
i started off by arguing with aurora cos she didnt wanna come to beach
then on way to rehearse at music con
nk rang to say her grandmother had died
which was quite awful although we knew it was coming
marie was quite a lady
they dont make that model anymore
she'd take me on anyday
if she didnt agree she told ya so
she was devoted to the doodles being their great grandmother
irreplaceable person
great loss
sad day
at the con things were underway
im sorry to say the show will be excellent
sorry because i guess if i was gonna bitch n moan
it might be more interesting than my gushing praise
however
i must say that everyone involved was quite excellent
missy higgins was there
of course you may remember i wrote something uncomplimentary
about her once in the cafe days
her song came on the system and it pissed me off
how dare someone have their song on the radio
when im trying to write a blog??!
anyway i didnt character assassinate her or anything
just something churlish like "gurly" or something
so i felt guilty, try n avoid her all day
and then they run the show
highlights from this performance
dan kelly a lovely man
does a wonderful version of ive been moved
just very very nice.
the drones....wow!
right on my wavelength
a ripping intense powerful totally convincing performance
i instantly fell in love with these guys and gal
honestly, i reckon you lot might like this
i didnt know much about em
they tour europe n u.s.
they are the real deal
scintillating raw power
watch out for em!
clare bowditch
a big redheaded lady with finger pickin nylon string
she played and sang like an angel
kinda countryish...not my style but wow! shes good!
paul kelly himself the organizer
you guys know i like kelso
again, not what i do but
hes real good at his own thing
and hes himself
then of course
missy was very very very good
i feel like a real real real fool
why do i always do that?
anyway
steve kilbey
yeah he was ok
anyway
i ask guy in band for lift home
im standing there talking to drones
when someone taps me
its missy who i still aint spoken to
hi she says
im driving you home....
well thats how my life is
i wrote some petty nasty thing
now she turns out to be gracious, talented
and giving me a lift home
she knows theres something going on with me
but shes very quiet
i know she sang milky way so she knows who i "am"
we also give paul kelly a lift to coogee beach
we talk about grant and sad songs and dave mccomb
when paul jumps out of the car
i am compelled to admit to missy
that i had written some nasty things about her
she accepts this quite matter of factly
but its weird
but although i am prejudiced envious and stupid
i have also learned to admit my mistakes
i am not obstinate
when i see something good
i dont go on saying its bad and vice versa
i apologise
i tell her she has the x-factor
(in spades)
ok she says
well i got it off my chest
seems she sometimes lives near me here in n bondi
alright
im gonna learn my lesson
how long before fate
has me round nicole n keiths for dinner
and me having to own up to my misdeeds
and they may not be as nice as missy about it neither
no more slagging anyone else off ever
muse : yeah, sure......i bet
no, i'm determined
you never know
when ya gotta eat crow
now
i gotta go
tomorrow
more kev
to follow
state theatre a go go!!

oh the shame....the shame!!!!!

i knew itd turn up sooner or fucking later
that stupid video for un mo on you tube
watch it and weep my fiendss
it was 1980
i came up with un mo
the littlebigshot who "discovered" us
decided we shood do a video
oh great i think
i got some ideas
oh no
oh horror of horrors
the idiot hires an advertising idiot
called french
a right little prick
a supercilious little ponce
a chubby poofy makeup wearing wally
who used to get in "scuffles" in niteclubs
maybe he was great for hairspray commercials
but this turkey ruined mah fucking song bigtime
what a silly little bastard
he said we would be like colours wandering round in a blurry void
i would be number one in grey
i'd meet up with pk dressed in lincoln green
then mwp dressed in pale blue baggy clothes(huh!!!)
then nick nigel murray ward dressed in black
yeah frenchie said
it was the story of a band getting together
picking people up one by one
did he fucking listen to anything i said?
after all it was my song
my first video
etc
nope
this cecil b d imbecile
marched us round kings cross in middle of day
in brutal aussie summer
we all savagely sunburnt within one hour
a man with a very hairy back pushed us around
literally shoving us into the scenes we were reluctant to be in
the whole crew treated us with scorn n derision
including an idiot who said "travelling"
when asked to do something....
then we went into studio next day
i screamed n cursed when they stuck make up on my sunburnt face
in fact i gotta doctors certificate
to say i couldnt play gig next night on account my red burnt face
then frenchie
proceeded to shoot his masterpiece
including abba like shots
and dry ice
and queen like harmony singing etc
the video is a fucking travesty
watch it to see what i was up against
he managed to make us look ugly
when we were in fact very glamourous at that time
when i saw this video
i went bananas
i wanted to kill the ignorant snobby self satisfied little prick
you shouldnt judge a book by its cover
but in this case
what ya saw was what ya got
a huge empty talentless fraud
i threatened everyone involved
i would walk away from the band n record co etc
if this abortion ever got aired
i was absolutely livid
it contained every 80s cliche n then some
he was nipping my career in its bud
if people ever saw this tripe....
i honestly threw my stupid weight around enough
screaming n pleading for em to destroy it
emi: but we spent blah blah thousand on it...
me: (screaming) never never never let this be seen
DO YOU UNDERSTAND????
in the end everyone agreed
after all rubbish is rubbish
and this was plainly rubbish of a very low calibre
so i succeeded in having it squashed n quashed
and that woulda been the end of it
cos shortly after we kicked murray-ward out
got ploogy in
and did a great vid for un mo
but it was too late
our first big hit had no vid
cos by the time the new one was ready
un mo was droppin' outta ye olde charties
but
but
one stupid thick plank at emi
(no shortage of these)
thought hed do us a favour
and leaked it onto a few shows
that he thought the killer'd never find out about
periodically thru the eighties
youd hear the explosions in rozelle
when i found out that it was out there
i tried to round em all up
i even went into emi
forced open a cupboard in fronta a horrified secretary
and jumped up n down on some i found there(she had denied it!)
and deleriously ripped up a buncha stills from the shoot
but it survived
finally in about 1988
the first vid jukeboxes were appearing
one had un mo on it
we paid our money and...
OH FUCKING NO NO NO
I DONT BELIEVE IT!
ITS THE FORBIDDEN VERSION.......!
i chucked my last and greatest william over it...
then
fuck it!
i'd done what i could
to purge the world of frenchs monstrosity
now i see the things on you tube
go ahead
watch it!
truly grokk what a bloke like me
was up against:
clueless useless ad execs ruining my songs
knuckleheads in record cos
lying secretaries
nick nigel murray ward
men with hairy fucking backs pushing me round
and
THE EIGHTIES
a decade of pure swill!

kev and killer

i produced a record for kev carmody
about a long time ago in the naughty nineties
images and illusions
yep
thats me n polinski n a whole load of others
we did it
kev is an aboriginal (i hate that word) singer songwriter
he got me in cos he read an i/view
with me
in my usual fashion
slinging off against the music biz
and he could detect a kindred outlaw spirit
anyway
its a lovely record
you should try to hear it
some very very cool stuff on here
kev n i got on well
he was every nice thing you can imagine about a bloke
and then some
unfortunately i was on the gear
which meant i didnt do as well
as when i wasnt on the gear
the gear preoccupied me
and i seemed to squeeze the rest of my life around it
including even work
and stuff
i couldnt work sick
but when i was stoned i was detached, not fully there
anyway i got invited to sing on a kev tribute record
i did images of london
i did it my way
i like it
people liked it
kev was surprised by it but loved it (apparently)
today
im sitting home
nk to take doodles to afternoon movie
but i stay home with woofle
whos much to naughty to take to movies
so i read paper
oh kev carmody starts thursday nite...
THURSDAY NITE.......!
uh oh i better check my emails
oh im rehearsing at....200 today...!
oh not so popular with girls now
oh no that had been looking forward to see film
but im not rehearsing tomorrow i say
we wanted to go today! they all say
damn!
must get it together
rush off
to
sydney conserve a tori um of muusic
where i get there with 2 mins to spare
huge huge huge place
hey i didnt need all this bullshit to learn the bass
n singin' n writin' n producin'....
muse: this place is for real musicians, you goose
oh
yes
youre right
i wander around this complex
lost
a musician lost in a music mega joint
finally some toffy violinst shows me to the kev rehearsal
a nice theatre thingy
they got a loada sharp young hired guns
and theyre rehearsing
my version of images of london
i know a few olde roadies there
i wish i could do you guys again, killer one says sadly
so do i i say knowing we couldnae afford him any longa
he does these big shows now
but he still has soft spot for los churchos
its not anything else except i just love your music he says
nice to know hes mixing me on thurs n fri i thinks to meself
anyway
i sing this song with the band
theyre total pros
the re-produce it perfectly
the md is the keyboards player has the whole thing down pat
he cues the other players like a conductor and runs the show
the players are excellent
versatile
non argumentative
they play exactly the right thing
the sound in theatre is perfect
its being filmed for a doco
we run thru it 3 times
each time more perfect than before
i tell the musicians to loosen up if they like
and they improve on the song even more
we finish up
im extremely happy
i talk to the director of kevs show
it will incorporate a lot more than just guys singin'
i saw some stuff today...bigger than ben hur
have ya gotcha tickets?
will anyone in the crowd be rooting for me?
anyhow then did intaview
about kev n our record
i dont know much about him really
i only ever did this one thing
i dont know if he knew i was on the gear
or if he thought i was just another strange producer
i never really connected with him
but
i never really connected with anyone when i was on dope
still a good record despite that
i learnt a bit about prejudice and tolerance
hanging around with kev
he invited me to go walking with him n his mates
in nth qld
me? i asked
yeah! said kev
your mates wont fucking like a bloke like me i say
yeah they will he said
of course i couldnt go walkabout in the desert
when i had a 300 buck a day habit...
from his perspective i saw what i hadnt thought about before
the gross gross gross injustices
kev was beaten not long before we started on our record
3 fucking idiots broke into his house a beat him
his head is bleeding from these wounds
in what became the albums cover
all the stuff that happened to him
taken away from his mother during fifties
to go to missionary schools to re-educate him into
the white mans hell
his mum would try n hide him n his brother
but the bastards'd find em n drag em off
they only could live with parents in brief holidays
the govt thought they were doing em a favour
stamping out their culture...
this is one of the stolen generations
despite this
and a million other knocks
kev was a lovely gentle geezer, a real gentleman
im looking forward to it on thurs n fri
state theatre sydney baybee
cannot buy my soul
right on!

doodles n woofle

good good morning
im sitting here with
eve kilbey
and aurora kilbey
and scarlet kilbey
its sunday morning
good morning doodles
a + e: good morning dad
how are you doodles today?
e: good
a: cmon....can we have an interview
so.....how are school holidays?
a: great...gettaway from school...
e: theyre terrific!
how are you guys liking the northern lights book?
a : its really good ...its got my name in it
e: pretty good
scarlet talking about her bears which she calls beers
scarlet calls ice blocks bock-ocks
scarlet calls ice creams deems
scarlet calls planes bains
scarlet did her first wee wee in the potty yesterday
(hosanna hosanna, hallelujah !)
the weather here is....
a: what i would call cloudy
e: it could rain....
sorry doodles
i gotta go to work again today.....
a: what?
do you hafta go to work
you went to work yesterday
e: can you have a time off from work?
what did you doodles hope to do today?
e: go for a swim
a: i dunno...have some fun...
if i was from another planet...could you doodles
tell me what fun is...?
a: well fun is a goodtime n being up to mischief...sorta
e: lemme think....no no...i need to hold my tongue....
hmmmm woofle doesnt say much....
scarlet: dad car beer doodle be baa bow deem bear beer
doodles...would you rather be boys???
a: no...thats my final word
(scarlet demands a bock-ock)
bock-ocks for breakfast....nanna joyce wouldnt like that..
we didnae have bock-ocks for breakfast ...
scarlet: ooh ohh i gotta bock-ock...!
scarlet offers bock-ock to daddy
hey doodles...wheres mummy-o?
a: easy ...shes sleepin'
doodles..who you like best...me or mummy-o?
a: would you not ask me that question...its hard to choose
e: both
(what a cop-out!)
doodles, what instrument would ya like to play?
a: drums...no no..i mean...i dunno..maybe ...shakes head
e: drums
ok
what job would ya hate to have?
a: working in an office definitely all the way
e: in a little office...theres more...for ten hours
come home at ten at night.....uh huh
doodles, would ya like to rock n roll?
a: what does that mean?
e: uh....not really...actually kind of
a: what does that mean?
doodles, dont ya know what rocknroll is?
a: uh i guess its a noisy band but sorta a little famous..or a lot
e: um big loud band that blows yer ears out
scarlet sucks on her bock-ock thoughtfully
i cant believe i let em have bock-ocks for breakfast
hmmmm...anything else youd like to say
a: uhhhh...i dunno..
like to play a game of cluedo?
(i shake my head)
e: i could play a game of cluedo....
eve is a beautiful child like a young sophia loren
chestnut wavy hair with hints of blonde and auburn
my daughters are my wealth i guess
doodles, have you seen yer big sisters lately?
e: no...
not interested in em?
e: theyre not really interested in us....
the doodles n woofle become bored n wander off
its a cool grey sunday morning
ive not had much sleep
but it seems i dont need much sleep or food these days
a; i aint had much sleep either...im gonna make my own blog, dad
she starts drawing on some cardboard...
eve reads a book to scarlet
a: who invented the computer...?
they shoulda put it in alphabetical order...
meanwhile
its very very quiet out there
sensible people sleep in...eg nk still asleep
but little kids n olde rockers are awake
been writing in studio with band
oh my ears are ringing...
i feel hungry and nauseous
i feel tired but not sleepy
in just another 4 hours i'll be rocking again
scarlet runs round trying to get people to read her a book
aurora brown eyes
eve hazel eyes
scarlet pale blue eyes
daddy grey eyes
mummy closed eyes
birds call out there
sydneys eastern subs slumber on
people wakin' up next to strangers... (shudder)
they think uh oh what have i done...?
i like this part of being a fambley manne
sunday morning....no regrets...easy
constantly surrounded by attractive young females
lucky daddy boy
lucky olde rocker
lucky doodles n woofle w/ bock-ocks
lucky duckling nk sleepy sleepy
lucky twillies never get up before noon
lucky us in a time of peace
lucky whales...nice japs doin' research..what kind little men...!
lucky planet...all warmed up n getting warmer
lucky universe...having humans to explain everything
lucky readers...fresh time being daily
lucky listeners..painkiller n k/k n new churchy
lucky triffids ...me singin' with em sydney festival
lucky killer singing with kev carmody at state theatre
lucky people havin' me at their private party jan 26
lucky everybody
hip hip hooray!
wow!
scarlet says moon daddy blues clues daddy puppy moon moon
daddy says
yawn....jesus...yawn...oh....uh....blah blah blah
ocean says sure
birds say tweet tweet
dogs sleeping are let lie
nk appears
scarlet : hi mum...daddy biggle bock -ock mum mum biggle
ah domestic violence....errr i mean ..bliss!

wheres the glamma ?

9 am a cab rolls up to my house in bondi
i bid the doodles n woofle n loverly wife nk a sad bye bye
aurora had been trying to heal my ear with crystal
hmmm she got the gift...
915
pick up pk in rose bay
925 pick up trevoor johnno johnstone in kings x
945 go to alexandria pick up some equippy
10 airport
much much argy bargy to weigh and number all our bits of equippy
1100 fly to brizzy (no direct cheep tix to goldencoast)
12 00 land in brizzy
meet ricki and jorden
2 00 ish all our equippy not arrivey
we waity and waity
230 me n pk n ricki n jordy n trevy piss off
its raining we hit a traffic jam on outskirts of aeropuerte
its raining its hot people are running outta petchrol
we remain in jam till 600
find veg rest
have six diff veg platters n mango smoothy
my only meal for day
645check in have shower
700 drive back to gig listen to new church tapes
730 do a quik soundycheck
800 do gig
900 come off
get very angry hanging around waiting to go
piss every one off with mah impatience
at about 1200 i gotta lift back to hotey with tims friends
that was it
i met anarchy males-trome and graham n n rowan d
drank one little glass jaeg n red bullshit
smoke too many spliffs
get in niggly argy bargy with many
i am a lazy bugger
i dont like 'anging around
dont like workin' or waitin'
back to syd
straight into rehearsey for newie
maybe go home furst say hello my gurls (sigh)
am i too olde for this fucking caper?
(its a rhetorical quezzy...!)
(dont need to answer you clown!)

in fact, not

credentials
yes
thats right
what do you want
ok
ok its ok
i mean
i guess
i s'pose
rock n roll
scar
pits in my heart
chunks gone
baritone
gadgetted up for weeks
are you with me
mind music baby the black hole stars remember
she turns in midnights harbour
powers ending broken
moths around a summer
cracking back the blacksky
dont let me see you
dont let me catch you
dont know my own grown strength
dont own this strength at all
night is a version
pullabout frames collapsible net
sunstruck unstuck heatstroke
thats all right for you
i wish the clouds
i hope the shadow
i think the dark
baby let me see
try now try now
watertight in the aquatics mesh
fractured mambo voodoo juju go go dodo zoo
i torture you lulu
damn it
waverly
illa warra
bangalow
damascus
go blitzen n crimper
go mercury and hermies
go bobcats go manx go abroad
gimme some clue
go home boy
get it in
chop it
hash it
blow it
keep it alight
all night
learn
return
a newman

lily of the valley

lily of the valley
dressed in alpine green
with her tiny hands
with her innocent eyes
with her trusting heart
a child star
a ray of hope
milking her little cow
sleeping in her snow white sheets
wandering in the sleeping forest
her quickening dreams of a golden saviour
her candle lit room
her childhood ever present
no lord
let no harm pass her way
let no swarthy stranger disturb this idyll
let no wolf see her bathe in the crystal streams
alas
oh smooth tongued villain
oh cruel and evil fate
oh nothing good can last forever
a snake in eden
a shark in paradise
a wasp amongst flowers
here he comes
here comes the start of the end
threading these mountain paths
coming to the valley at last
by a fortuitous route
through the hardest winters
through the blasted summers
through thorn and bramble and rambling rose
inexorably moving towards little lily
who knows nothing of the city and its duplicities
who knows nothing of men and their dark needs
who knows nothing of soot and grime and filth
and the sweet flowers floated through the air
in the shimmering springtime
in the laziness of perfection
in the drone of the bee
while the green leaves sprouted and thickened
catching the light that poured on down
underground the elves worked in their cool caverns
forging rings and swords for the heroes to come
black crow sits amongst the branches
singing a lonely song
and with certain eyes
you can see everything engaged in a slow exchange
you can see the spirits of the trees
but the stranger comes regardless
he has no eyes for the flowers or the skies
and his face is grim
he hefts a killing axe
and he hews at the trees in his way
and he kills the creatures he finds
and he has no love for life
as she sits in her garden feeding the birds
he has already entered her valley
and approaches her
endlessly

lysurgicke void

a pulsing red beacon swaying on a hill
gathered unto itself the entire folden valley
and as it pulsed as it lit up
it sucked at the strength of the valley
and the lights in all the houses went off
momentarily
as this great red light pulled the energy into itsself
and sydney a veritable fuckin babylon
who you kidding lady
this place is sodom on the sea
deep into the night i hear the sudden cries and groans
i hear women whimper in fear or some terrible erotic disgrace
sounds tower up and find me in the dark
they choose me
they empty themselves into my ears
they blot out everything else
even my deafened ears tune in to conversations from a mile away
the parties have degenerated into drunken roman messes
people stagger and vomit
the heat of the night
can you imagine it the heat the terrible heat
the summer night making everyone go crazy
the sea and the doof doof doof
the rivers of beer that washed down stupid necks
they bellow out there in the madness
in that overcolourised superimposition
meanwhile natalie lies there i say
what year is this madam is this 1837?
and she cannot answer
shh shhh i say
youve been dreaming of a future
and i stroke her hair
and i soothe her brow
what year is this my queen i ask again
and what new year eve is this
and neither of us can truthfully say
and the floor in our red room undulated
and i disappeared into other centuries for oh centuries
but when i reappeared i said to my love
why she was looking like marie antoinette
with the tiny blonde curls round her fevered brow
just like scarlet
and i said my love the fireworks
as we sat in the darkness
as the children thankfully slept fitfully
marie antoinette and i
her humblest footman or fool
watched the explosions in a sky
unable to tell what was where
and i wondered where i was
and what year this would be
and all the time
i was the the amorous service of that white queen
i gulped vodka and guarana and it swirled into my trip
like a wicked tornado
unleashing a thousand more beasts
i looked down at my tanned arms and my slender wrists
turning into the panther
in the darkness i growled
and waited to be fed by the zookeepers
for whom i had a nasty delicious surprise
in my mirror
i was adonis
i was a skinny olde olde boney man on his last new years
suddenly the real me breaks through
my eyes bulging black birds ravenously devouring the night
my hair soaking wet plastered againt my burning skull
i sweat and i sweat as i glide through the heat
i see my true face
i see my red smooth angular face
i see my face which fascinates me
i see my true nature
the english cad
the villain
the marquis
licentious unrelenting
seizing upon things
dave mccombs portrait pushes out of the paper
check this out i say as we watch
him try to break out of his portrait
his undulating face
he turns his gaze and fixes us
ha ha ha we run away
but it wont all stop
oh baby i want it stop now
but it wont
it wont let me go
i cant tell what im doing
i dont know what im saying
if these spirits have offended....