last blog on here.....tomorrow will be thetimebeing.com

well we had some fun
we had some laffs
we had some ninnies
we had some controversy
we had the big split a few years back
when the carnivores left en masse
we had lovely generous fiendss
we had envious tiny pigs
we had millions of words
we had over one million reads...well over
still got almost a thousand readers a day
this will be the last on here however
tomorrow ...aw you know where to go
much better
i'll be able to post high quality longer videos
better photos
better blogs
better living thru timebeing
so thats it
a little tear of farewell
a backwards glance
dont look back in anger
just look forwards in anticipation
thetimebeing.com
thats it
aloha blogger
see you for a new blog tomorrow elsewhere
thanks for all the support
steve
n bondi july 25 2010

newt town

over in newtown working on starlings record
its a cold overcast day
feeling sad n strange like starlings music
melancholia
what is life?
went to see wendy the white witch
she said i fucked up my last life with anger
she said i was a big shot
she saw me in a tunic (?)
she said i got angry n took the left hand path
she said i walked away from my responsibilities
and went to the left
i said is this actuality or what
she said
maybe thats just the way her crazy old brain interprets it
she said my job in this life is to deal with anger
i am fucking angry
a lotta stuff makes me angry
i was so angry the other night i was vibrating
literally beside myself
i parked in a no parking zone gotta fucking 'nother ticket
i went into my gnostic lecture
it was about..you guessed it...anger....
for the 1st half i was too angry to listen bout anger
eventually the message seeped in n i was somewhat calmed
you gotta be aware not feed the anger
watch it observe it dont feed it
ok easier said than done i gotta master myself
ok
yeah easier said than done
maybe harder to overcome than the gear
i just want things my way
i want to control people n events i guess
i would at least like my home to be the way i want
it isnt at the moment
im too busy to sort it out properly
n i get upset with it all
aurora mcbunny is steadily improving
scarlet the woofle aka mouse is still naughty
eve k aka the starr is still warm n lovely
im a lucky old geezer i guess
aint heard from my big daughters for a while...
it maketh me sad
the distance physically n emotionally between us
newtown is goth central
in a house full of muso types smokin' n takin' drugs but i resist
i just want to be freaking happy for once
doesnt everyone?
but i should aim more to be content
content with whatever comes
wendy says its a test
wendy says my destiny/fate is to do service
what service is that i say?
writing songs?
she says well i can heal but i cant write songs...
somehow i want some herculean task to perform
maybe "just" writing songs is service
maybe if my songs can heal (as people often tell me)
wow what a mystery life is
almost 56 n things are not really any clearer
i do my laps in the coldest water so far in 2010 (15.7)
jump out feeling renewed
but i still go home argumentative n bitter
maybe one day when its all over n put to bed
i can write about it all
but at the moment i cant
except to say things arent the way i want them or ever foresaw them
i know a lotta people got it worse than me
a lot lot worse
but i feel everything intensely
occasionally some smartarse says try having a real job!
remember i struggled hard to get to wherever i am
i taught myself everything
you didnt see me humping amps n p.a.s in out
up n down stairs on cold nights for years
the gigs when no one clapped or even came
borrowing money from banks to buy equipment
all the driving n arguing n setbacks
its not working down a mine
but its not all dancing on clouds believe me
it still isnt
sometimes i wish i was some bloke working 9 to 5
watching telly drinking beer n no existential angst
we all got our cross to bear
and our bear to cross
etc
i always appreciate the support n advice of my readers
i always appreciate the love of my friends
rock on kids
rock on
sk

ps 4 more days to new timebeing site
blog will continue there (dont mourn this one!)
new additions all the time
marten jansson karins bro n twilly uncle
just sent me a fixed up demo karin n i wrote in 86
called pink island moon
i had completely forgotten about it
things like this will be becoming available
everything eventually will be available there
good on ya j coal!
good on ya everyone else

treading water

me n the human bunny aurora justine kilbey

i'm just getting by
i have an unwanted problem at my house i cant seem to shake
nothing can move forward with the problem here
aurora is feeling ok i guess
her voice is a little squeaky
i have an interview with the wonder full denny daniel on
http://www.flashbackalternatives.com
on thursday night new york time 9 pm n then again at 12
or you can open your itunes page radio tab n find flashback alternatives
under alternative (gee, duh)
its gonna be a great interview (i hope)
done prior to new york show this year
my new timebeing web page is looking great
its gonna be up n running soon , real soon
26 th july they tell me as the planets align for my e-empire to begin
we gonna have a lotta stuff to start n more being added all the time
there will be much to see n do
tomorrow i go back to working with simon starling
feeling kinda underwhelmed with my inability to go forward
but i will
my nature is to suffer , overcome and then move on
i have before and i will again
heres to new and exciting times
your 'umble 'ero
your unscientific scribe
moi

the human bunny pulls thru

aurora just got her tonsils n adenoids out
i just left her at the hospital with her mother
she was sucking on an icy pole and cracking jokes
she looked like george clooney in oh brother where art thou?
i dunno why i think that but i do
her eyes rolling around in her head a little
i am greatly relieved
i love that childe dearly
amen
thank god

musical notes

a few weeks back
i got offered a part in a new musical playing at sydney fringe festival
its called "van park" n its written by greg appel
greg was a member of the lighthouse keepers
who had an amazing indy hit with a song called gargoyle
back in the early eighties
gargoyle was a song i wished i'd written myself
russells band the crystal set did a version on one of their records
so i pricked up my ears
when i got offered this part
the part of nebauchenezzar
a mysterious ex rockstar who now lives in a caravan park
down the coast of new south wales
appearing also in the musical is john paul young
the famous aust singer who sang love is in the air
among others
he plays another ex rocker type a more basic n brutal
the play is funny poignant and has some truly beautiful songs
i did a reading yesterday n a bit of a sing
and they have found a wonderful singer/actress
to play the character of gypsy fire
who is married to jpy's character but with whom nebauchanezzar
is also in love
the play is a real delight
and the songs are mind blowingly good
nebauch is a strange old bird pontificating on life
and moving thru van park in his cloak
i cannot wait to get my teeth into this
its like this part was written for me
we will be doing five performances at the seymour centre in sydney
in september
and will be hoping the play gets picked up for other cities
the band king curly will be backing the play featuring gregs brother steve
i cant overstate how good the script and songs are
and i hope all ttb enthusiasts will turn out to catch this one
im very very excited
and i feel lucky to be involved in such a good thing
yay!
ok

if you find a mug punter, cuddle him...he'll die in your arms*

*todays sage advice from billy at the icebergs pool

i hate the tv
it really is a terrible thing
new research shows over 3 hours a day increasing your chance of heart attack
over 33%
sure i dont mind a good wildlife doco or the occasional thing
like deadwood or sopranos or underbelly
but most of it is fucking garbage
especially reality shows
i pity the poor mugs glued to the idiot box
their brains in some half life state
their hearts slowly choking
people without a life
wasting the life they could have watching some stupid show
turn the telly off
put down the beer
ditch the meat n be something
make something outta yerself
its killing ya
its killing conversation
its draining yer energy
it'll turn you into a used up clown
believe me ive seen it happen
imagine the good old days before it came along
when people'd you know uh...converse n stuff
i could do without it
the next house i have i aint gonna have one n thats a promise
i aint got time to sit there like fool drooling over some old nonsense
go on, i dare ya, turn it off
write a poem
have a walk
do some yoga
LISTEN TO SOME MUSIC!
anything
but the cretin-inducing box and the hollow zombies that worship it
go on
TURN THE STUPID THING OFF N LIVE!!

uke

astrologically sound commencement

down in hot swampy texas
the high priests of the dangerous timebeing.com cult
have determined that 26th of july
will be the date of the commencement of the new site
yes believe it if you dare
i gotta lotta stuff up my sleeve, steve
its not all gonna be there all at once
but eventually...
art music blogs rantings ravings FAQs
interaction musings hippy dribble
straight from the mangey panthers mouth
its gonna be a lotta work to feed this beast
but if anyone can than i shall
the videos will be in much higher quality than on here
everything will be better shinier n more satisfying
everything will contain more sk than ever before
if you love me now you'll love me even more after this
i got many things planned if only half come to fruition
we'll be wading through stuff for ages to come
i'm hoping we're all gonna be happy with this
suggestions gratefully accepted
(before being rudely rejected out of hand)
this will be our interface
we you n i will get down to brass tacks
(tacks not included)
(tax not included either)
much behind the scenes footage
etc etc
every child player must win a prize
auctioning off of sk body parts
(anyone up for some used ear drums?)
whatever you want it to be
whatever you say i am i am
coming soon real soon
(how soon is soon?)
people get ready
i hope you gonna really like it
i hope you'll dig it in spades
thanks to johnny (old king) cole
thanks to kip mccccc
thanks to eek a mouse
thanks to my mum n dad for 'aving me
thanks to god for all this unbearable talent
thanks to all my fans fiendss n friends
and envious tiny piglets
thetimebeing.com
wow
a site for sore i's

starlings in the nest

over here at timbos place
producing an album for a guy called simon starling
its very melancholic in a pleasant dreamy way
tims playing drumbos
wes the famous church roadie playing bass
starling singing playing 6 acc guitar
me playing 12 acc
the songs are so lovely
lovely sad words
lovely simple music
i'm enjoying myself
we have some good feelings here
*
today hadda nother pivotal moment on way to pool
2 pods of huge grey whales rising from the sea
majestic is the word
leviathans swimming as families
again i was momentarily struck by natures grandeur
plus the symbolism for me of jonah
who didnt want to go to nineveh
but had to....
wonderful stuff
thanks for all the interesting comments for the last blog
baby lifes what you make it
sk

timebeing spacebeing mindbeing dreambeing

whats going on on planet earth
(jord the swedes call earth)
whats going on here?
wouldnt ya like to know?
i know i would ....but the answer remains elusive
are we even capable of being able to grok it ?
is it like teaching a hamster calculus...is it beyond us?
they say we only use ten per cent of our brains
whats going on in the other 90%
i often wonder
how many times you been on the verge of some big realisation
and you just try to put it into words and it evaporates
loadsa times on acid i thought i knew
but the trip ended and i was empty handed
sometimes left with something as profound as
uh, everythings gonna be ok...
not exactly plato is it?
they say loves the answer
i guess theres some truth in that
if you can love everybody;
it doesnt mean love yer lover or love yer friends
anybody can do that but that aint enlightenment
its very hard to love everybody
its hard just to like everybody
its hard just to be even handed n turn the other cheek
i guess thats why old jesus h christos was such a revolutionary
he said love everybody in a time when love was at a premium
a time of brute force and much laying waste
i remember learning latin
there was loads of translation work
a lot of it was
oh mighty caesar we have laid waste gaul
oh centurion how shall we kill all these britons? etc
tough times to live in
then this guy had a new idea
hey be nice to everybody
sounds pretty simple
no one had really thought of it up until then
still very hard to pull off
you stand in a crowd
yeah i could be nice to him
yeah i could nice to her
oh wait...but i couldnt be nice to this person...!
it seems like its all devised to go wrong
man against woman
nation against nation
this crowd versus that crowd
we humans turned on the very earth itself
witness the meat industry n the petrol industry
and all the rest of it
no one wants wars but theres always a loada wars going on
animals becoming extinct
whats behind it all?
what can you do ?
what can one person do?
should we do anything?
or is it merely an obstacle course to negotiate n move on...?
i'm blowed if i know
i'm just a singer in a rocknroll band
n its only rocknroll but i like it
smoking voluminous quantities of pot
sure does not give you the answer
tho sometimes it threatens to
it just numbs ya dumbs ya down
so i'm glad i made the wrench and i'm glad i finally stopped
i have no opinion of the people who wanna carry on
i know its better for ya than drinking thats obvious
still you aint gonna get anywhere spiritually if you intoxicate yerself
you need a clear head to feel the subtle messages of the soul
you need to vibrate quicker and faster
at least thats what i think
thats why i persevere with yoga day in day out
sometimes i just dont wanna stand there doing it
contorted myself into its different poses
sometimes i dont wanna swim in a cold pool either
but thats discipline for ya
you gotta have self discipline
i once read a book by israel regardie an early 20th century magician
he advocated setting yourself a meaningless task that required concentration
n discipline
like for example not using the word "the" for a day
you had to remain aware all day
everytime regardie caught himself saying "the"
he would give himself a small cut somewhere with a knife
thats kinda extreme but can you see the point
to train yourself to be constantly aware
not just sleepwalk thru life wasting your human incarnation
so i practice yoga twice a day most days
i get up earlier or go to bed later just to do it
i do it on tour too even when i'm tired
so in that way i begin to master myself
i been wildly off track for most of my life so theres a lot to master
so when i approach other tasks
i have already got myself somewhat under control
some people 'll tell ya i got a terrible temper n i have
theres something to work on
some of the deadly sins losing their grip on me
some of em i'm still in thrall to
rome wasnt built in a day mighty caesar
i am constantly a work in progress
i have seen yoga turning my life around
i have seen good things come to pass for me
i feel people are interested in what i do again
after i nearly blitzed my self out of existence with you-know-what
believe me i'm grateful for this second chance
and i feel yoga and exercise can turn anyones life around
if they can mine
of course pride comes back into the picture again
i mean i'm proud of what ive accomplished
and then my ego runs amok all over again
sloth ive definitely beaten
gluttony isnt a worry for me
envy still got its hooks in me bad
the fucking music industry is built on it
(find a book called "powder" about an envious rocker...
its a real hoot n very realistic)
but pride vanity lust n anger are hard ones to shake
my gnostic mate dp tells me they work together to bring us undone
like generals in a war they mobilise their forces to fuck with us
and its only very human to give in to their combined onslaughts
only very few cats like JC and ghandi n st francis n buddha
have figured out ways to defeat these things that plague us
what am i saying here
i dunno exactly
i'm sick of myself n sick of dancing to the tune of my deadly sins
theres gotta be another way
thats where yoga comes in for me
yoking myself to something greater than me
i dunno what youd call that but its working slowly but surely
a slim trim body is just a side effect of that (ooh theres pride for ya!)
you start to develop some kinda deeper insight into things
for short amounts of time youre actually "aware"
i saw some black birds on the way to the pool the other day
i was walking along caught up in my petty melodramas
n then i saw em
four beautiful black birds flying in perfect formation
so black against the blue sky n white clouds
for just one second i was truly aware
i was right there
living my life to the utmost degree
not in the past
not in the future
but there in that eternal moment
and it was breathtakingly delicious
like nectar
the perfection of it all
this wonderful marvellous universe with its diverse creatures
these birds flying along in synchronized gestalt
and me watching em
freed up from my minds clutter n chatter
better than any drug better than any material thing
better than a prize or a hit record or a fat cheque
better than an orgasm or a medal or anything you can think of
just being just coexisting
just wanting nothing at all
n then my ego says
well there you go my boy youre getting aware
and crash
it was all over
but i was thankful for my moment
it gives me something to shoot for
it gives me a clue about what eternity might feel like
and it was a sweet subtle bliss that drugs n drink would bury
so there you go
i'm gonna try n still my mind a little more
its a turbulent emotional mind
screaming out for constant attention n appeasement
it is the hardest thing to conquer
it has to be done tho
before i can move on to whatever is next
i dont know what that may be
but i want it
i know its sublime
it aint easy to find
its riddled with paradox n obscured by layers of maya
thats my sermon over
goodnight
sk

time*space*mind*

i must admit
the novelty of being straight has worn off
still stuck in my skull with the dreaded kilbey
not a lot has changed
belfast frank sends me some amazing music
hindu mantras and slightly europeanised indian music
i do yoga twice today
i go to my pool but its full of blokey blokes having a swim meet today
i swim in the pacific ocean instead n catch some waves
i guess ive hit a plateau
i dont wanna smoke dope anymore thats for shore
alcohol disgusts me as do drunks
ive never been drunk in my life and i never will be
i turn to yoga and exercise and meditation
it cant turn it all around just like that
i want the answers and i want em now
i want to love and be loved
i want to be a real man
i want good friends who accept me as i am
i want my music to be spellbinding
its no good telling me about records i made in the past
i need to move on like a shark in the sea
they cant ever stop n nor can i
my very nature is to be restless
thats where all that music you presumably liked came from
i appreciate all the love that you my readers have been throwing at me
yes i really do
oh yes it helps to have you all on my side
but i am unhappy with things at the moment
and i cant just cheer up
imagine if baudelaire were alive today n writing a blog
it would be full of turbulence doubt sarcasm n moodswings
that is the artists lot
our thin skins
our disillusion
our ups n downs
thats how we get stuff done
i aint yer average joe
and thats good n thats bad
im searching for something i probably never gonna find
i need the things i have to push away
i cant abide the things that make most people happy
i want it all ways at once
i get so sick of myself
my friend annaki mayhem comes round tonite
she deals with more in a week than ive dealt with in my whole life
and shes cheerful
me? im a writhing self obsessed mass of contradictions
i need yoga n extreme exercise just to keep me vaguely balanced
i need god like other blokes need the pub
every now n then i catch a glimpse
i see something
i read something
i feel something
and for a moment....
then kilbey closes in again
that love him/hate him ego with all his big ideas
could be a hero could be a villain
anyway
thats me
i didnt write about time space mind did i?
maybe next one will be more profound
love to those i love they know whom they are
and a big finger to the naysayers
walk a kilometre in my blunnies...you couldnt last an inch
tomorrow producing simon starling out at tims
hes a beautiful cat n im looking forward to it
the pool should be cold n empty tomorrow
just the way i like it ah ha ah ha
i'll get there eventually
i adore my readers
thank you people
you are the core of my (in)sanity
blessings beaucoups on you all
xxx
steven

7 46 0n a saturday night n the clock tick tick tick tick

sit in the kitchen
cooking up a blog
maybe its a beauty
probably its a dog
seven planets
seven dwarves
seven seals
seven deadlies
the plato code
the bible code
the code of the road
song of the city song of the road
hip gnosis
the sufis
be a real man suffer them slings n arrows
prospero n miranda
agamemnon n elektra
the sphinx
garudasana
a bucket full of starfish
steven john kilbey
out of joyce bennett n leslie john kilbey
out of caroline davis and bill bennett
out of stephen kilbey and jesse bellette
beyond that is unknown
the rosy cross
golgotha place of skulls
oh columbus
oh america
oh lovely sweden n my distant identical twins
2 for the price of one
pushing sixty
old man look at my life im a lot like you are
hi fidelity
in fidelity
ulysses in transit lounge
my foolish boat still leaning
the lion lies down with the lamb on broadway
aslan sings the world awake
the leo sun god son of man
cracked actor crackling rosy crucifixion
spades are upside down black hearts
diamonds are forever n ever
clubs are noisy
the dizzy nymph jumps the quick brown panther
patient as decades fly by
i used to be a little boy so old in my shoes
gravity i have
gravitas i have not
still i'm sad
every child player must win a prize
empty handed paris on the battlements of troy
scarlet kilbey with her box of semi unprecious stones
strange child with strange proclivities
moving thru the ages appearing over n over
eve n aurora having a sleepover at some kids house
eve with her chestnut curls
aurora with her swollen ads
dutiful daughters
my ears ring on
i-sight fading
miracles are scarce tonight
no one calls
no one knocks
no one visits
the red bulb in my room
my bonsai tree that needed my love
ive lost my keys
my golden car
my freckled white skin
an inventory of my temporary flesh
my guitars all unplayed
my painting unfinished
my sentences peter out...
its cold but i cant feel it much
my neck aches holding up this heavy stupid head
i imagine my brains inside my skull
little messages running hither n thither
heres a compartment with my swedish
heres a compartment that remembers childhood
heres a tiny compartment that can do arithmetic
heres the bit that tells my heart when to beat
our hearts need our brains to know when to beat
autonomous processes continually upgraded
this f;lash of genius
this puddle of dullard
this pond of fondness
this lake of love
this stagnant swamp of envy
i wish i was going somewhere
thats the great thing about touring
youre always going somewhere
check in check out
a new bed everynight
checklist : keys, ipod, flip camera, headphones, passport, clean sox
vitamins, shampoo, toothbrush, a pair of undies, my sunglasses
my reading glasses, my novel, my sheet which tells me where to go
my sheet which tells me which room tim n peter n marty are in
a letter from a fan
a stick of frankincense
a tiny statue of buddha
small change
you go on stage
the audience cheers
you strum your guitar
you sing your voice
you dance about a bit
afterwards you lie in your silent room
you eat a piece of chocolate
you look in the mirror
you look old
you keep expecting to see an eighteen year old
but unsurprise you dont
i run out of steam
suddenly
and
i stop

underscore

wintry day
grey clouds like gun metal
sporadic rain
sit in my room
writing this
strangely flat
thinking about jesus
thinking about krsna
thinking about the way it can all go right or wrong
imagine all the people who were born today
imagine all the people who died
security eludes us
the street is filled with homeless
humanity and its seven deadly sins
go shopping up at the mall
god where does all that stuff come from
shopping carts full of cans and paper and packets
a cold death aisle full of disgusting bits of corpses
i mean who the fuck is eating chicken livers
how civilised we think we are
and then theres all this blood n guts n misery everywhere
dismembered sheep and cows wrapped in their own gore
all kept cold tho its still going off as you catch its unholy whiff
unhappy parents beleaguered by unhappy children
tv dinners in front of the blaring idiot box
i read a pop magazine
i havent heard of any of the groups ...i'm out of touch
christ theres some moronic looking popstars out there today
gormless chubby ponces with silly hairdos playing some mega dome
aw the youngsters of today....there seems to be no coherent fashion
what would i know? i'm glad i'm not involved in it really
guess ive turned into some reactionary grandad
blustering away about the good old days whenever that was
a cold wet night comes down on sydney
sydney aint set up for winter n it shows
i just sit in here type type type
my shoulders a little achey
my head a little empty
my well a little dry...why?
alright then thats all from me at my post here in the antipodes
can someone bring on spring i feel tired dry and (c)old
maybe go out for a walk in the rain
see if it soothes my existential pain
ok then......

auroras tonsils n adenoids are going

took my beloved and sweet human bunny to the ear nose throat quack
she hasnt been breathing properly for a while
her tonsils n adenoids are huge
and the roof of her mouth is quite arched
so in just under 2 weeks
shes having em removed
i'm kinda nervous but apparently it has to be done
my accountant TOLD me to get some medical insurance but i didnt
n now i gotta pay top $ to get her in n done quickly
and to jump the queue in public hospital system
can you believe its gonna cost 4 grand....sheesh!
we were afraid if we waited the year it would have taken
she would have serious problems with breathing n teeth
she has been quite weary n tired for a while
thats because she cant breathe through her nose
and isnt getting enough rem sleep per night
god i love her to pieces so i hope the op goes alright
and that she can get some decent sleep without snoring
apparently her tonsils n ads are quite enormous
she took it all quite stoically as is her wont
poor bunny...gee shes a good girl
shes working on her book about eddie
a three eyed monster
a strange enchanted kid
gee i hope shes gonna be fine
i love her more than anything
(pic taken by j cain at isidore sessions)

cain and no longer unable

jeffrey hit the airport today
what a dear friend and valuable colleague
we have made an incredible 2nd album
the music is superb
cain is a master writer crafting strange melodic wonderful songs
i believe i sang pretty well
some titles to whet your appetite
the reappearance (of isidore)
repossession
life somewhere else
the privateer
belle in mid air
that old black spirit
you will remain (for gregory)
some reverse magic
song of the city, song of the road
readymade
blessing
...ive forgotten some of the others
the spirit of our dear departed drummer informed our sessions
this album will be dedicated to the memory of gregory slay
a true trickster and sorely missed companion
did i mention cedric le moynes incredible bass playing?
i am truly excited and truly inspired
i think its a thing of real love n beauty
no drink or drugs were consumed
these songs plucked clean from the void
crushing any doubts i had that i needed to be high to write
this record is the antithesis of all that tiresome rubbish you'll normally hear
jeffreys music is always unexpectedly familiar with tiny twists
my lyrics are concerned with life death and infinity as per usual only better
i cant wait for you to hear it
jeffrey is gonna mix it back in alabama
this is a record you will cherish for the rest of your life
i am very very happy
wow!
music is the answer
it always was
now i reaffirm it in spades
om mani padme hum

life somewhere else

one step forward
one step back
something good
something bad
i sit here writing lovely songs
but out there my life unravels drip by sip by blip by dip
still it doesnt matter
i am a survivor
i go on n on regardless
my yoga my meditation my swimming my pure diet will sustain me
clear headed and on form i am
yet so dismayed by a constant stream of lowdown tricks
and slaps in the face
you wouldnt believe the half of it
now i feel so tired and spent
just an old bloke
being used up for all his worth

i will forgive
but i will never
ever
forget

the poet assassinated

fuck i'm a 'andsome bastard
and guess what
i been clean for one month
yes thats right
sober as a (stephen) judge
unintoxicated by anything
just swimming just doing yoga just creating more stuff for you
for your pleasure for your delight
oh its almost unbearable to be me right now
seeing things so clearly
i'm gonna take this to its logical conclusion
no more blurred crusades for this knight
i got words pouring outta my pores
and my paws
i got offers pouring in my inbox
steve can you do this
steve can you do that
i got a hilarious musical i'm gonna be in
i'm gonna send myself up n i'm gonna enjoy it
i can sit back and have a laugh at myself
its better than crying
i'm a survivor
the luck of the devil
im deaf and blind but boy can i sing n play bass
i'm pushing 60 baby ...what a hoot...
i guess i'll never grow up now
well you know i worked hard for this
2 hours of yoga a day
being a vegan
not watching telly
hardly ever n now never drinking poisonous booze
no cigarettes or cheezy pizzas
no sitting around like a couch potato
screaming at a tv screen with the "boys"
its a high n lonely destiny (ha ha!)
i'm a workaholic
i walk the talk
i got some good friends now
and i appreciate them
i can sing i can dance i can knockout a haiku
i appreciate fine literature
i meditate again
i wanna reconcile it all before i die
i in love with jesus christ
i in love with krsna
i in love with cs lewis
i in love with dylan n lennon
i in love with iliad n odyssey
i carry the torch
my next few records will blow yer socks off
i got experience oozing out my ears
is that why i'm so deaf
i got no time for arguing the toss
i miss my dad... fuck he was a great guy
i get on well with my brother rusty
i'm glad we're good mates now
i need his love and support
my children are my joy
my business is a pleasure
and pleasure is definitely my business
you can well imagine
you will have to imagine
even though i am chased
i am from now on chaste
thats right
to pursue my dream
i am sacrificing everything
no nothing for me
i need all my energy for the work
the rakes progress
redirecting desire into concrete abstractions
i contain huge contradictions
i am obsessed with myself
its easy and its cheap
i dont need anyone else
i have my deep mind to fall into and drown in
ha ha ha
dont you love it
and out of all this vainglorious hubris
i got some seriously decent music coming atcha
i got my kilbey mega site
theres gonna be loads of stuff
new unheard works
films from the past
i'm gonna open up my scrapbooks my scrapheaps
i'm gonna open up my chest cavity
n lay my still beating heart on the line
i'm gonna give you insights outsights and oversights
my past lives
my past loves
my foibles my peccadillos my shoo sighs
all the kilbey you can handel coz i know some of you fiendss are hooked
i dont blame you
theres a lot of shallow rubbish out there
n not too many renaissance blokes like moi
so the time being . com coming real soon hopefully mid july
you can get it free
or you can pay n arm n a legge and get premium kilbey
if you recently subscribed here we'll accommodate ya too
its gonna be a comprehensive one stop shop for all yer kilbey needs
i'll take the money and abscond to lemuria
where i'll live in a decaying palace waited on by flying monkeys
we're planning on having loads of special stuff for ya
yeah i know you cannot wait...too bad...you have to...
bring on the bile my detractors
youre impotent hillrods and boors
no one gives a flying fuck what you whingers write
i rule
old king coal
in the winter of disco tent
a real panther ...growl !
a gentleman , ma'am yes i am
a beggar outside the door of love
i'm only here for this moment
you can trust me to be straight with ya
but can you be straight with me?
i'm gonna give you the goods with both barrels
the kinda thing you need as an antidote to all the jim jims
the sad ugly little clowns trying to bring this world down
i cant stop em but i'll give y a few good CDs to listen to
as we all go under
a few laffs
a few fucking tears
a few mistakes fuck i made few
i been 'onest with ya
i aint no saint even though i look like one
my grey blue eyes see deep inside
my voice in yer headphones: i sing you your life
i'm not for everyone...i'm too good for just anyone
my music heals and it feels
i'm onto something here
stick around and watch this space
i'm reaping the reward of 55 years
a grand master flashed
i ruin you for all the others
i cold i clear i so very very near
i gone daddy gone
thats it
i feel better now
wow blowing your horn is hard work
im tired after all that immodesty and arrogance
i gotta go
bye bye

the reappearance of isidore

steve "killer" kilbey /jeffrey "caino" cain
a real dynamic duo
hidden away in sunnyhurst bondi
making izzy-door 2
caino has not failed to come up with the goods
as you might expect a load of subtle tricky elusive yet familiar music
a worthy successor to our brilliant first album only more brilliant natch
i'm very excited
the words are flowing out unto me from the universes
from the cosmic subconscious
from the eternal well of art and groovy things
caino manning the computer manipulating the data
killer behind the mike (as it should be)
this music inspires the words that i would elsewise never have written
of course i am filming the whole thing (kip!)
and it will be available on my coming mega-site
the making of isidore 2 (yet to be titled!)
wow! im excited i'm valve bouncing
we're both on a roll here
this is the stuff you been waiting for folks
this is the good shit that'll (gregory) slay ya!
nice work caino youve done very very well
ooh what a beauty
another great record coming down the line atcha
in spades baby in spades
and in hearts too.....

vodka

i hate vodka
i hate what it does to people
i hate what it does to families
i hate the way it takes over and takes control
it is an unstoppable juggernaut of destruction
i saw it in rehab
i saw it in rocknroll
i saw it in my friends n enemies
i saw it in women n in men
i saw it in the young n the old
a frightening nightmare exploding in yer brain
a delusional toxic devils piss of a drink
i hate it
i hate it
i hate it
more addictive than the worst drug
itll fuck ya ten times quicker than smack or crack or anything else
and totally legal
i saw whole rooms of finns slugging it out
i saw people driven rabidly foaming mad
i saw the aftermath too
the hollow wrecks it leaves behind
the burnt out shells of those it hath possessed
the emptiness the messed up blank and black eyed stare
more like a methylated spirit than a drink
its a clear cut killer of life and love and reason and beauty
stealer of youth
causer of quarrels
a violent horrible sickening poison
i saw a young geezer have a grande mal seizure on the filthy stuff
i hate it
i hate it
i hate it
you can hardly taste it but its gonna get ya down on yer knees
by the fucking balls
the anti-muse
nothing good comes from it
just trouble and strife
destroyer of life
oh i hate it
alcohol entity and elemental eating you up from the inside
making ya stupid and angry and coarse
i hate it
oh i fucking loathe it
oh i d-test it and what it does
i hate standing by watching it chew thru its victims
i hate that inchoate state
i hate its pernicious trespass upon humanity
its all bad
it rots yer guts
it fucks yer liver
it burns yer throat
it makes yer brain smooth n wrinkle-less
until you never ever gonna think straight
oh i despise vodka
oh i could scream
oh i could writhe in agony at its pointless poisonings
oh i damn the spirit of vodka which infests man soul
and swallows him whole
spits ya out dead if youre fucken lucky, mate
its evil its wicked its rotten its disgusting
oh i hate it i hate it
oh i truly and absolutely hate it more than anything
oh i do hate it so badly
oh i hate it so